NPC TESTING.

[accumbens]

[Yeah, so. This whole forcing the all the programmers from around the continent to come to this conference thing was such a waste of time. At least that's what Seamus was thinking. He honestly wanted to punch the asshole that thought of this in the face. He had far more important things to be doing than listening to all this stupid chatter. Like, you know. Building imprints and running the chair.

But no, here he was, writing out complex equations on his napkin and solving them out of boredom. This couldn't be over fast enough.]

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[andblockbuster]

Or maybe she's just shy... Maybe... he's just shy?

[For half a second, he looks to the two of them for confirmation and then realizes... He's talking to OTHER PROGRAMMERS. And there are no answers there. Just hate.]

[accumbens]

[Ohoho. This is interesting. Topher seems to have not gotten the memo that Halverson is a chick. Well...

Seamus leans over to Asha to whisper and conspire with her.]

He thinks Halverson is a dude. Shall we play along?

[amygdaloid]

[She, of course, is trying not to grin.]

But of course.

[Then, louder:]

I'm pretty sure plenty of us here are shy, and I don't see that stopping anyone else.

[accumbens]

Doesn't really matter though. I like the guy on principle. Anyone who can get you to shut up about yourself for five minutes is a saint in my book.

[andblockbuster]

...So Halverson is a dude? [Wait no. That was a blow to his ego. Excuse you.] Halverson's in another league from the rest of us. We but pale in comparison. I'm Warhol, he's Da Vinci, and the rest of you are performance artists.

[accumbens]

So Warhol was an idiot. Good to know.

Asha, would you like to do the honors of punching him in the face or should I?

[amygdaloid]

Oh, please, may I?

[Like a little kid on their birthday. Because this would totally be a present.]