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Characters: Garrett Hawke & Mike Weston
Date: March 18, after this
Location: Garrett's suite
Situation: Garrett doesn't understand these newfangled technologies. Luckily Mike does.
Warnings/Rating: None as of yet

Mike got directions to the guy's place, did a quick review of the things he had learned specific to these consoles, checked the Glock and holster on his hip, and then donned his jacket before heading out. It didn't take him too long to make his way over to the Water Sector and then to find the specific suite. Fortunately, the kedan seemed to have organized their housing in a blend of western and eastern styling, making it easy to find the building and then the specific housing number.

He gave a few solid, distinct knocks on the man's door and then took a step back out of habit. It took conscious effort not to lift a hand to hover over his gun. The agent didn't often go to stranger's houses without a partner beside him. "It's Mike."

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The knock on the door is answered first by a loud bark before the door opens a few moments later. Hawke stands in the doorway. Beside him sits a massive dog that looks like it might weigh as much as Hawke does. Notch tilts his head at the sight of Mike and leans forward to give him a cautious sniff. Hawke doesn't try to stop him.

"Don't mind him, he just wants to know if you're edible or not," Hawke says with a smirk. At the moment he's in more civilian clothes, not his armor, but his axes remain well within reach of him. Just in case.

Mike lowers his nearer hand for the dog to sniff, otherwise holding still. He understands animals and is hoping that if Garrett is making no move to stop him, he'll be safe enough. If the dog bites off his hand, well, at least he learned where the hospital was the other day.

"You don't want me, boy. I'm all sinew," he teases. "What's his name?"

Mike reaches tentatively to ruffle the dog on the head if the animal will let him. It's good to see someone having a pet here. It makes the place feel less foreign. Otherwise he'll simply straighten and cast his glance around, taking note of the axes. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

If Notch bites Mike's hand off then it's because Hawke either gave the order too or Notch didn't like something about the man. Either way Hawke wouldn't stop him. He trusts the hound's judgement more than he trusts most people.

"Notch," Hawke answers. Mike might notice the hound's notched right ear for which he got his name.

The dog doesn't move as Mike pats him on the head. His mouth opens and his tongue lulls out in a doggy grin. Hawke chuckles and heads back inside his suite giving Mike a silent invitation to follow him. "No where you ever heard of I guarantee that." As far as Hawke knows, there's only one other person in the city that even knows what Thedas is.

"Notch?" He asks of the dog. "It suits you, pup."

Mike gives him another pat before following Hawke into the suite. He can't help but look around. It's easy for Mike to suppress his instincts to clear rooms and look for suspects, but leaving people to their privacy is still hard for him sometimes.

"Probably true. Guess that means you'll have to tell me about it." He flashes the man an amicable smile. It's not a requirement of the learning and his tone makes that clear. It's an invitation, one Mike is more than happy to give.

Notch barks an affirmative. Of course it suits him. It's been his name ever since he was a pup.

Unfortunately Hawke's place won't offer much interest beyond the axes. The room is sparse. Hawke hasn't added anything to it since his arrival here and he has no plans of doing so. This suite is nothing to him but a place to sleep at night.

Hawke smirks at the man. "I could, but would you know whether or not it would be the truth?" Maybe it's not a good idea to mess with the guy here to help him but Hawke cant' help himself with these things.

Mike shows no signs of being perturbed by the response or even thrown. He shrugs, still smiling. "No, I wouldn't. But I haven't found a reason to not trust people unless or until they prove themselves to be untrustworthy. You don't have a reason to lie to me that I know of and if you did it to protect yourself, then I would understand that and it would probably be the right decision."

He really is that nonchalant about things. Not always, of course. Mike's work with criminals has him much more violent and critical than he used to be, but if he starts suspecting everyone here of being a potential liar, he's going to drive himself crazy. "It might be a good story."

Hawke's not used to so many people having a sense of humor. It's a nice change of pace honestly. Though he must admit, a small part of him misses the days when he just drove people crazy. "Normally a friend of mine handles the stories, but since he's not here I may as well try to pick of the slack if you're really that bored."

Since Mike is helping him seemingly free of charge the least Hawke can do is answer his question. It's not like doing so could hurt anything anyway. What could he possibly do with that information? Try to take over Thedas? Who in their right mind would even want to take over Thedas?

"I'm always in the mood for a story." It's his way of compromising. Mike's hardly bored and actually had a decent amount of projects to keep himself busy already, but he wants to hear more about Hawke's background and why the man's familiarity with technology is so limited. The axes seem to be a part of that, but he can't be certain.

"But I can help you first, if you prefer. I'm not in any rush. I don't know if you are."

"Rush?" Hawke's eyebrow quirks upwards and he grins. "This is pretty much my pla nfor the day." Honestly he expects even getting a basic understanding to take most of the day. While he may have plans for later this night, but Mike doesn't need to know about those.

"I'm from Thedas, born in Ferelden. It's cold, brown, loves dogs, and the last time I was there it was being invaded by monsters called Darkspawn." He nods over to Notch. "We barely made it out by the skin of our teeth."

Mike internally cringes just a little at the thought of spending a day teaching tech. It's not that he minds teaching or sharing his knowledge, but the idea of someone so unfamiliar with technology almost breaks his heart. While he's not one to rely on it as much as his recent activities might lead people to believe, the opportunities and resources it offers and incredible.

"Literal monsters or metaphorical? My definition of the word's changed a little since I've been here." He smiles, maintaining a lighthearted tone despite the potential for a darker slide. Joe Carroll is a monster, a demented serial killer who cuts out peoples' eyes to honor Poe's work. But this place has made him realize that there are much more literal monsters too.

This is something that Hawke is getting more and more of everyday. Thanks to Nilin he's realized just how woefully outclassed he is by most people on a machine that almost everyone uses daily. If He is going to be here for any extended period he needs to fix that.

"Never knew there were metaphorical monsters," Hawke answers with a shrug of his shoulders. To him a monster is a monster and it doesn't matter what it happens to look like. He's met as many in Kirkwall as he has exploring the Deep Roads. "But they're twisted creatures whose sole purpose is to kill anything that's not them as far as anyone can tell."

Mike nods to show he's paying attention because he spends the next few moments in pensive silence. When he speaks again, it sounds much more offhand than it really is. "I wonder if an intimate familiarity with death is a requirement of being brought here."

But then he's moving on. Mike follows Hawke over to the console. He disappears into the kitchen for a moment and returns with a second chair, helping himself without much thought about it. Then he takes the main chair, gesturing for Hawke to take the other.

"Maker I hope not," Hawke mutters with a shake of his head. There are kids here. He'd hope that at least they can be spared from any unnecessary trauma by such things like that.

As Mike moves into the kitchen, Notch follows inquisitively just to make sure he's not doing anything that a guest shouldn't. Hawke may not put a lot of thought into this suite but it's still his house for the moment. With a casual shrug, Hawke sets himself onto the second seat leaning back into the chair. Notch takes his proper spot at Hawke's side.

"Alright," Mike begins, getting comfortable. He pulls open the console's main program, already logged in with Hawke's ID, and glances over the commands. "Why don't we start with you telling me what you know. Then I can work on teaching you everything you still need to."

Hawke points lazily at the console. "I know how to turn it on and talk to people. That's about it." Security wise he knows nothing. When it comes to sending programs to other people he's lost. Any basic search function goes right over his head.

In short, he's kind of hopeless.

"Right. You better get comfortable. We'll be here for awhile." He smiles as he says it, not too bothered by the idea. It might take all day, but Mike's confident he can teach Hawke the different methods, about what makes it anonymous versus identified, and provide a pre-written level of encryption at 60% that, although not amazing, is better than the default. Plus anything else he might ask about or need to know.

Hawke listens and asks questions when it comes to something he doesn't understand, which is mostly everything. Any technical terms fly right over his head. Occasionally he finds himself zoning out during an explanation only to snap back once Mike's finished forcing Hawke to ask him to do it again. By the end of it, Hawke's head is spinning.

"This...is not going to be easy." Thankfully Hawke has more than one person attempting to help him with this.

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