Re: Apartment: Mingmei & Donna
"The bao buns are a little heavy. Steamed dumplings all the way. What is the proper name for them? I know in Japan they're called gyoza, but what do they call them in China?" Donna was actually very interested. This was a whole experience and she wanted to ask so many questions. But first, music.
Donna hopped into the office chair and rolled across the floor, taking a long drink of her coffee as she spun around once, skidding to a halt in front of the computer. Her battlestation. Three monitors dominated the desk, springing to life with a push of a button. Code scrolled by on the peripheral monitors, crunching information in simulations of heavy duty attacks. On the main monitor, she pulled up a dinky program that looked like it was pulled out of the original Windows. It wasn't pretty, but it was functional. "I wrote a script for streaming music. I just have to add them into the list. It will search and play their torrents. I'll keep some of my bands in there, too." Tippity-tap-tap-tap, her fingers flew over the keyboard effortlessly. "I got frustrated with online radio, so I made my own." Within moments, the apartment was filled with the sounds of Nirvana Unplugged. "Hit Five should come up next. It's pinging files right now. I put it to a 60/40 mix."
Pleased with the progress of the music, Donna pushed herself away from her desk and crossed back into the kitchen. "You're making the dumpling wrappers?" Complete and total awe. "Is there a mix ratio, or do you just do it by appearance?" Eyebrows raised behind the glasses, as she watched in wonder, adding an awkward second later, "Can I do something to help? Chop or... something?"