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A large motorbike roars its way through the streets of the Supercomputer. Driving it is a Game sprite, with her brother-in-law seated behind her, his arms wrapped around her torso.

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[a1enzo]

Balun eagerly accepts the package, bracing himself for its weight. "That's... holy spam, that's so double-sided..."

"At least you're drooling over the engine," says Tone.

"Hey, c'mon, don't be like that, babe..."

"As long as I get to help with the installation."

"'Course you do!" Girlfriend appeased, he looks back at AndrAIa. "Thank you so much. How much do...?"

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She shakes her head, waving off Balun's offer.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

A beat.

"Though if someone asks where you got it, make sure you tell them, alright?"

[a1enzo]

"Web, I'll post fliers!"

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She beams at the Cadet again.

"Pixelicious."

[a1enzo]

Since you can't just stick a new engine in a car on the spur of the moment, Balun and Tone elect to return to the dorm along with our heroes, but since Balun refuses all help in carrying the package, they quickly fall behind and Enzo and AndrAIa enter the student lounge by themselves. Enzo exchanges greetings while AndrAIa is mobbed with fanboys (and a fair few fangirls).

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Although bemused by the sudden influx of cadets, AndrAIa does her best to take it in stride. She smiles patiently while answering questions, shaking hands, and indulging the brave few that come foward with datapads; all the while keeping a sharp eye on her brother-in-law.

The first time she sees a certain calendar app, it's shyly presented to her by a female cadet blushing a nearly eye-searing shade of lime green.

The Game sprite stares at the calendar for just a moment, and said cadet, if possible, blushes even harder; finally, she can't contain it any longer, and she laughs at the sheer absudity of the calendar app.

[a1enzo]

Enzo (who's being kept fairly busy answering questions about AndrAIa) looks over to see what she's laughing at.

"Oh, yeah. That's okay, right? Hugh's been saving money from it for you."

Probably should've mentioned that, huh? But she did pose.

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"Oh, of course it's alright; I had just forgot about them, that's all."

She signs the calendar, and on impulse, she leans down and pecks the cadet on the cheek, who, by now, is blushing so hard, she's practically glowing.

[a1enzo]

...and a dozen cadets collide in the elevator doorway, in a mad dash to fetch their own copies.

"Wow." Good thing she uses her powers for good.

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With a good deal of the cadets rushing off to all ends of the building, the common area is a good deal less crowded. AndrAIa turns to Enzo with a wry grin.

"I think that's our cue to continue on."

[a1enzo]

Enzo laughs and nods. As soon as the lift returns, they head up to D.

In the common area, among the cadets coming and going, are two of the eldest sitting on a sofa. Hugh is trying to engage in conversation a girl with a clipboard, who is rolling her eyes and trying to focus on its contents.

"Hey!" calls Hugh, interrupting himself as he notices the arrivals. "How's it going? I owe you money," he adds, pointing at AndrAIa.

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AndrAIa smiles at the cadet.

"Hello, Hugh, good to see you again, and I have heard your calendars are quite popular."

[a1enzo]

"What can I say? There's a market amongst the pubescent hordes."

The clipboard girl snorts. "Lovely."

"Hey, I said 'amongst'. That makes it classy."

"Right, I'm ignoring you now." She looks at Enzo instead. "Hey, Enzo, good to have you back."

"Hi, Ina Jo! You're mod this term?"

"Did you think they were going to give it to... oh, sorry, still ignoring him. Anyway, no calling last term's function, huh?" She gives him a pointed look.

Ina Jo is of medium height and solid build, mauve, with short, smooth russet hair. She's pleasant-featured enough, but Enzo's pretty sure Hugh isn't pestering her because of her face.

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Whilst Enzo and Ina Jo talk, AndrAIa nudges Hugh, snapping him out of his staring contest with the latter's chest.

"I suppose we should talk buisness, then?"

[a1enzo]

To his credit, Hugh switches gears smoothly, with none of the usual coming-out-of-a-trance business. "Sure thing! What do you say to... ten percent?" he says, with the air of one looking forward to a good haggle.

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Amused, she shakes her head at Hugh.

"What're you trying to do, rob me? Forty percent."

[a1enzo]

"I'm an impoverished student here! Fifteen."

And so it goes.