-last edited on May 17, 2018 1:01:52 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 17, 2018 1:01:08 GMT
I noticed Celeste’s signature pair of white tennies before the rest of her. “Mind if I sit with you guys?”
“Tis a free world.” I said. “Oh, wait, that’s right, it’s not anymore.” I ruffled a hand through my chip bag ruefully.
She clambered up onto our crate. “So, what did I do wrong yesterday?”
Mateo raised an eyebrow. “Uh…nothing? I mean, I can only speak for the time you were in the same area as us, of course, but…”
“Well, he’s obviously upset with me…” She pointed at me, and I spluttered a bit. “..so I had to have gone wrong somewhere.”
“Oh, he’s just a stuck-up snot that doesn’t like new people.” Mateo said, patting me on the back.
“Thanks buddy.” I muttered, fishing around my bag for the elusive last full chip.
“No, seriously, I’m looking for some constructive criticism.” She said. “What can I improve on?”
“Your Spanish, for starters.” I said, in that language, mind you. I wasn’t going to make it easier on her and reveal I knew fluent American slang.
“I was thinking more for…gutterball.” She said, choosing the word carefully.
I clammed up.
Mateo glanced at me. “You did great!”
I gave him a weird look, that clearly indicated I disagreed with that statement, while at the same time wishing not to have to elaborate in front of her.
He didn’t take the cue right. “Bad chip?”
I gave up, and just tipped the bag into my mouth with a grunt.
“Does he normally talk more than this?” She asked, pointing at me. “And what’s his name, by the way?”
“Oh, he’s just stunned by having a girl at the table.” Mateo finished his chip bag and stuffed it in his pocket. “He’s Alejandro, I’m Mateo.”
“Nice to meet you.” She said, shaking his hand. She glanced at me, feeling me out. I didn’t bare my teeth, but I kind of felt like it.
“Anyways, I better get back to my seat. How do you see what the teacher has written down from here?” She squinted at the black-wall.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Mateo chucked me on the shoulder.
I shoved him back. “Way to shove me in the fire, friend!”
“Dischivalrous disgrace!” He pummeled me.
“On purpose!” I pounded him back, and we rolled off the back of the crate in a heap. We tussled on the ground briefly, before the teacher stood over us and started counting down from five, spray-paint can in hand.
We separated, shook hands, and were back atop the crate in four.
OOC: Two parts in one day to finish a scene. Sorry.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Mateo chucked me on the shoulder.
I shoved him back. “Way to shove me in the fire, friend!”
“Dischivalrous disgrace!” He pummeled me.
“On purpose!” I pounded him back, and we rolled off the back of the crate in a heap. We tussled on the ground briefly, before the teacher stood over us and started counting down from five, spray-paint can in hand.
We separated, shook hands, and were back atop the crate in four.
OOC: Two parts in one day to finish a scene. Sorry.
-last edited on May 17, 2018 23:53:27 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on May 17, 2018 23:52:27 GMT
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I was driving the truck this afternoon, and somehow we meandered over to the alley next to me and Mateo’s warehouse and cleaned out the street, though not too thoroughly. I wasn’t out to attract attention to the place, after all.
We dumped that lot and then some back at the burn heaps, and called it a day. I headed for my perch, it started raining as the evening progressed, but my place was dry enough. Let it pour.
After logging on, the first thing I did was set the chatter combat to my new default.
I was determined to explore this. Call me cheapskate, but I had already spent enough on the game.
My list of commands was growing; I had a notepad next to me I was scribbling them down on. I soon had a second column going. While many of them were fairly predictable and expected, a few of them surprisingly still had effect. Such commands as “right cross” and “upper-cut” produced a refreshing new directory of fighting moves, and I was even more surprised when “fist bump” worked as well.
As I continued wondering around the worlds, fighting low XP bosses and trying to level up, I got better. It was getting harder to tell I was on chatter combat. Or at least, I hoped so.
It helped that I was a fast typist. My gamer brain told me that I needed to hit this guy twice and then throw in an upper cut to finish him, before pivoting five degrees to face the next. I could translate that into the needed commands within mere seconds, my fingers almost as fast as my brain.
The biggest problem was typos.
As the night was winding to a close, I dropped back into the Jurassic World hub, in the hopes of both bragging about my newfound movie knowledge, and to see that darned T-Rex eat the goat.
I had missed the show time again, apparently. I sighed, and leaned my character up against the wall as I despondently watched an NPC worker clean glass.
Another user walked up.
BrianG2402: Yo, how soon?
TheGreatCon: Twenty six minutes, forty three seconds.
