Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-04-02 18:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, myka bering, samantha parkington |
Who: Myka Bering and Samantha Parkington
When: March 5, 2014
Where: 13th Floor
What: Myka shows Samantha how a laptop works.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete-ish
Samantha sat in the lounge area on the thirteenth floor, considering her options. Not that there were very many to consider. From what little information had been in the pamphlet that now lay before her on the coffee table, she’d been transplanted almost a hundred years into the future, and her living quarters were absolutely not up to her. The apartment she’d been assigned… well. It was not what she was accustomed to, to say the least. Small and plain, with absolutely no decorations to distinguish the space and with the cheapest of pine wood as the baseboards! If this was really New York City, Samantha had every intention of finding her way to Gramercy Park, knocking on Uncle Gard’s door, and seeking refuge there. Except if the pamphlet on the table was to be believed, Uncle Gard didn’t live there. He’d been dead for decades, and likely so had she. Samantha shivered, focusing her attention instead on the strange device sitting beside the pamphlet. A computer, the pamphlet said it was, but offered few instructions on what to do with it. She stared at it, afraid to touch it. There were so many buttons on it, and the inevitable strange light - Samantha just knew she was out of her depth here. From the way she only needed to slide a thin card into a slot in her door to unlock it, to the oddly bright electrical bulbs in the ceilings, everything seemed so alien here. Never mind, she thought to herself, referring back to the pamphlet to see if there were instructions for turning the contraption on. If she didn’t want to be like Grandmary, turning up her nose at every newfangled invention, she had to at least try to adapt. Myka rarely spent time on the thirteenth floor. She knew that many utilized the space for tower-wide parties or private occasions. Hadn’t the New Year’s party been held in here? Not that it mattered all that much as Myka Ophelia Bering was not one to party. No, she was, while much more open than she had been years ago, still a bit of a workaholic. And even with the way it had been redone, the former Warehouse agent - now turned private investigator - found it more comfortable to read in the confines of her own apartment when she wasn’t working. Or the used bookstore that she and Helena would frequent. But their shared apartment was more or less where you would often find her. If you were to ask her what possessed her to take the elevator to the thirteenth floor she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. The fact of the matter was her body was moving almost on autopilot. Stopping only once she had arrived at her destination. Just as she was about to turn and leave, Myka, noticed a young woman sitting on one of the couches. The look on her face one she could easily decipher. Helena, in the beginning, often had similar looks come across her features. Walking a little closer Myka cleared her throat and said, “You look like you could use some help...” She let her statement trail off waiting to see what the young woman would say. If she did in fact want help than Myka would stay and help her where she could. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done it before. And if she didn’t want her help, well, than she would just head on back to her apartment where Helena and Elliot’s puppy, Serena, would most likely be. The noises in this place were so different from what Samantha was used to. Shuffles, beeps, strange muffled thumps. These sorts of mechanical and electric noises existed in Samantha’s version of the past too, but not in the frequency that they existed here. So when Samantha heard the soft thud and then the ding of the elevator’s arrival, she looked up from her pamphlet for a moment. Unable to locate the source of the noise, she went back to the pamphlet. There had to be some instructions here for turning on and operating the machine, but Samantha didn’t seem to be able to locate them. She turned a page in the leaflet, rereading the words she’d practically memorized… until a voice broke her concentration. Samantha looked up, and found that the voice belonged to a rather tall, curly-haired woman, and offered her a smile. Though many people had spoken to her that day, few had been friendly - particularly not the ones who’d “greeted” her upon her arrival - and Samantha welcomed the kind, friendly face. “Oh, yes, that would be much appreciated,” Samantha replied, rising to her feet and offering the woman a hand to shake. She tried not to stare at the woman’s trousers; though they’d often been a garment Samantha had wished she could wear, the reality of so many women wearing them was still a bit startling for her to see. She smoothed the skirt of her own dress, a bit too aware of how out of place she looked. “I can’t seem to understand anything about this device, and the instructions that I was given certainly weren’t helpful… I’m Samantha Parkington,” she introduced herself, almost as an afterthought. “I’m very pleased to meet you.” Myka smiled and moved to shake her hand. Samantha Parkington. That name sounded quite familiar for some reason. Then again this was a tower full of fictional people. There was always some state of recognition when Myka encountered a new arrival. Or read a post they'd posted on the network. "I'm Myka, Myka Bering, and the instructions aren't explanation enough at times. I'll show you how to work it." Sitting down on the couch, Myka, waited until Samantha joined her. Pulling the laptop towards her she pointed at a button located near the top. "Push this button down and it will turn the computer on. It may take a minute until it finishes loading." Instead of pushing the button herself Myka decided to let Samantha do it herself. This way she would be accustomed to it faster. Once they'd started the computer up she'd explain how you could password protect it. And how to access various programs and what they did. |