Broacasted memories catchall post

[afailedmurder]

Who: Whoever is brave/crazy/cheap enough to go for the memory broadcast option
Where: A screen near you
When: Day 2, post-game-ish

Comments

[grandschemed]

I figure they took hours, but s'not like I remember all the stories behind 'em yet.

Kinda do wanna find out, though.

[unbr8kable]

That's how they get you, isn't it? You find out "huh, guess I've probably got a cool backstory," and then you've gotta play their little games.

[grandschemed]

Y'know, I didn't even mind that last game up until the last little bit there.

[unbr8kable]

[for a moment she almost looks sheepish]

Mm... My team was just messing around and then everyone else was freaking out and it was over; kinda missed the juicy parts.

[grandschemed]

The "juicy" part was over pretty goddamn fast.

[unbr8kable]

You'd rather it dragged out?

[grandschemed]

I'd rather a buncha kids didn't throw themselves off the goddamn stage before we had a chance to talk it out.

[unbr8kable]

...That's probably why they picked a bunch of kids. Sedately discussing the best course of action isn't really must-see TV.

[grandschemed]

That makes a whole tonna sense, don't it?

[unbr8kable]

Yup. People like you can remember reasons not to just jump in. People like me already jumped.

[shrugs]

[grandschemed]

[ he snorts. ]

Well, I was just thinkin' there's better ways than just throwin' yourself off a stage. I was gonna fight someone for it.

[unbr8kable]

Oh yeah, that'd definitely be more interesting. --Hey, you probably know a lot about fighting, huh? Teach me.

[grandschemed]

-- I don't remember tons about fightin'. Like it comes kinda naturally, but I dunno if I'd be a great teacher if I can't even put words to it.

[unbr8kable]

[waves a hand]

Okay, fine. How about you practice beating up some people, and I watch and ask some questions or something? Like--like a master class or something?

[grandschemed]

I mean, I could try givin' straight up lessons to ya too if ya don't mind me bein' a bad teacher.

[unbr8kable]

You're a probably dangerous old man I've known for about twenty minutes, most of which were spent watching you go after some stranger with a knife. I'm not really looking for teacher qualifications or five-star reviews.

Hey--if you're worried, we can make it one of those live things, so even if it's a shitshow, we still get some points for it.

[grandschemed]

Now that's an idea. I dunno how much we'd be doin' for my unit's live points, though -- ain't count if I'm breakin' people.

[unbr8kable]

Okay, what if we gotta use weapons from the environment? Now you're breaking stuff AND people!

[grandschemed]

Well shit, yer right. Not worried weapons might be a bit step one?

[unbr8kable]

No pain, no gain. All that worrying's gonna make you go bald, y'know.

[grandschemed]

No offense but ya look like, 16, tops. Ain't gonna feel great if I go too hard on a teenage girl.

[unbr8kable]

Then don't go "too" hard! It's just some friendly sparring, not a death match. It'll be fine, trust me!

[grandschemed]

[ his last friendly fight with a guy he's pretty sure he broke a rib his standards for this are fucked ]

Ya sure? I mean, ya seem pretty stubborn.

[unbr8kable]

[eh, ribs are made to be broken :')]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[but after a breath, she softens a little, expression growing a little self-conscious]

...Look. I know this's kind of a weird request. But we're kind of in a weird situation, right? And when stuff happens, I wanna be strong enough to take care of my important people. You understand that, don't you?

[grandschemed]

[ look



that's cheating. his face visibly seems to soften some itself, before he laughs, humorless ]

-- Geez, ya really know how to get a guy by the balls. But yeah. I getcha.