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[midget]

[ Anybody entering the lobby late at night will find a little girl set up there. She has a huge flat-screen TV set up on a wall, a Zboz 1080 set up in front of it, and she's sprawled out on a couch, cordless controller in her hands. She has a huge bowl of Cheetos set up on a coffee table in front of her and an open 12-pack of Paradisa-brand cherry cola.

The logo is a buffalo, if you were wondering.

On the screen is a guy in a futuristic suit of powered armor, vaguely reminiscent of the many Freelancers and future-military guys around the castle. It's set on an obviously alien planet, and the character is running around and shooting aliens.

The journal is open on the table in front of her, picking up the sounds of lasers and aliens screaming and the munching of Cheetos. After a few moments, she speaks up. ]

This game is totally unrealistic. [ Munch, munch. Lasers fire. Aliens die. ] There's not enough explosions.

[ Yeah. Open in person for anybody who wants to watch her play Ring: Stretch, or grab another controller for multiplayer. There is multiplayer, right? Whatever, there is now. Also open over the journal of course, if you'd rather yell at her for being loud and obnoxious over the journal. ]

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[noblefive]

[Yep. Totally walking in on this and pausing to watch over her shoulder.]

What's unrealistic?

[See the dude? He looks like one of the team-members in the game! Spooky, huh?]

\o/

[midget]

[ Your futuristic armor all looks the same to her, okay. ]

This. Where are all of the tactical strikes and air raids?

I want more explosions.

[noblefive]

[It mostly is. Jorge's is the better model, though.]

Maybe it's not that type of game?

[midget]

[ Technically, York's is the best model. It was upgraded by Tony Stark. ]

Probably not. Still makes it unrealistic.

[ Look! More aliens die. Man this game is... something. ]

[noblefive]

[We'll have to test that. :| Freelancer armour isn't up to the right spec as SPARTAN armour.]

I don't think it's--

[Trailing off.]

What game are you playing?

[payback]

[Oh hey what's awesome about being back in the castle: she can hang out with people now.]

What're you doing?

[midget]

Playing video games. What does it [ oh, almost got hit by an alien there. Eva pauses mid-sentence for a moment to duck behind cover and shoots some shots at it. Two shots miss, then a headshot. Yeeeeah!

Okay, back to Rin. ] -look like I'm doing?

Want a soda?

[payback]

[She climbs over the back of the couch to sit down next to Eva, and reaches for a handful of cheetos.]

Yeah, that sounds good.

[midget]

Ever had cherry cola? Best invention of the twentieth century. [ Hope you like the eyeless buffalo on the can, though, as Eva hands one over. ]

[prettyknives]

Gamemakers don't usually go for realism. They focus more on the entertaiment value.

[midget]

I'm entertained by explosions and overkill.

[prettyknives]

And I'm guessing the game you're playing doesn't offer that.

[midget]

That's right.

The plot's not very good, either.

[ She... keeps playing, though. Laser sounds and alien screams abound. ]

/placeholds before work

[hard_talker]

[he knows that soda logo well, he's been drinking it for the last year and a half. pardon him while he wanders in, snags a can, and ollies over to play some PacMan]

Hey, how's it goin'?

[midget]

Bored. So bored.

[ ...She says as she blows up aliens as a Space Marine. ]

[hard_talker]

Yeah, it's been too fuckin' quiet around here. I keep waiting for something to blow up.

[midget]

....Did you miss the ancient evil being summoned by the microwave?

[doublethefun]

[and here's a pony. A perplexed pony. A perplexed pony princess peering at the paraphernalia for which she cannot name.]

What in Equestria is this?

1/4

[midget]

It's a video g-

2/4

[midget]

[ and then she sees Luna ]

3/4

[midget]

[midget]

....At least you're not pink.

[doublethefun]

I am not quite sure I follow. Wherefore would it matter if I am pink or not?

[midget]

I met a talking pink pony once. I wish I hadn't.

[psych0p0mps]

[Yaaay other night owls! Aradia happens to be passing through the lobby, but stops behind Evangeline's couch to watch.]

Are you winning?