[ And if she did collapse, Dick would've caught her. Held her close once more, cradling her in the security of his arms after ensuring she didn't collide with the floor. Held her, perhaps, to begin yet again: take her and make her finish a second time. But it's all only a fleeting fantasy, a captivating notion that Dick quickly and enthusiastically perishes. It's nothing, after all, that he can't pursue later. Especially where he plans to take her. ]
Hate to tell you this, but the PS6 isn't much to look at.
[ When he receives the slap, he lifts a finger at Hana, clearly pretending to be sterner than he is. ]
Remember, Hana. You may slap it... once.
[ The rest, she'll understand, she's gotta earn. Because now with the both of them clad in their own towels, Dick leads Hana to the other room. There, his computer chair awaits, stationed in front of a terminal with multiple monitors. A supercomputer not unlike the old Batcomputer is at his disposal here, the entire thing situated beside said monitors. One of the monitors, however, happens not to be connected to the computer. Rather, it's connected to the PS6 proper. ]
Voila. You got to see this already, but here it is again.
My "rig."
[ It's not something he's particularly proud of, having scrambled it all together when setting up this hideout. He gestures at it all like it's some carnival sideshow, though it's a relatively featureless display. The supercomputer manages to be so sleek as to be state-of-the-art, an assemblage of hard drives that make it - suspiciously enough - look like something out of a bitcoin farm.
Dick trusts he won't have to explain that isn't the case. He also trusts that Hana'll get a kick out of the PS6, which - after the widespread entrenchment of fascist violence globally - has only gotten more scarce, somehow. ]
Any time you're here and there's some downtime, feel free to give this thing a whirl.
Now, tell me.
What view were you really talking about?
[ Because he knows she didn't actually mean the PS6. ]
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Hate to tell you this, but the PS6 isn't much to look at.
[ When he receives the slap, he lifts a finger at Hana, clearly pretending to be sterner than he is. ]
Remember, Hana. You may slap it... once.
[ The rest, she'll understand, she's gotta earn. Because now with the both of them clad in their own towels, Dick leads Hana to the other room. There, his computer chair awaits, stationed in front of a terminal with multiple monitors. A supercomputer not unlike the old Batcomputer is at his disposal here, the entire thing situated beside said monitors. One of the monitors, however, happens not to be connected to the computer. Rather, it's connected to the PS6 proper. ]
Voila. You got to see this already, but here it is again.
My "rig."
[ It's not something he's particularly proud of, having scrambled it all together when setting up this hideout. He gestures at it all like it's some carnival sideshow, though it's a relatively featureless display. The supercomputer manages to be so sleek as to be state-of-the-art, an assemblage of hard drives that make it - suspiciously enough - look like something out of a bitcoin farm.
Dick trusts he won't have to explain that isn't the case. He also trusts that Hana'll get a kick out of the PS6, which - after the widespread entrenchment of fascist violence globally - has only gotten more scarce, somehow. ]
Any time you're here and there's some downtime, feel free to give this thing a whirl.
Now, tell me.
What view were you really talking about?
[ Because he knows she didn't actually mean the PS6. ]