Nine Purple Files
Nov. 30th, 2010 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proudambassadorThe high scores on the games of chance here, in this Wilderness, I have beaten. The shooting games I am decent at, but the others, I find I do not understand them. Why would one dodge a monkey throwing barrels? Why would aliens attack in neat little rows so you can shoot them? One defender, they could not fight that many, no.
A more important question, why is there no alcohol here? Surely, if you are fighting monkeys, or pushing buttons to fight, to enjoy it you must be a little tipsy, hm? Rum. That, it goes well with Coke, no? And there is much Coke here.
I will pay someone to bring rum down here. And then, we may share it and play, yes?
A more important question, why is there no alcohol here? Surely, if you are fighting monkeys, or pushing buttons to fight, to enjoy it you must be a little tipsy, hm? Rum. That, it goes well with Coke, no? And there is much Coke here.
I will pay someone to bring rum down here. And then, we may share it and play, yes?
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Date: 2010-11-30 07:06 am (UTC)However, I am afraid you will have to request the rum from another.
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Date: 2010-11-30 07:09 am (UTC)That, it is a shame. But perhaps someone will take pity on one who is thirsty.
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Date: 2010-11-30 07:19 am (UTC)For the sake of your thirst, then, I certainly hope someone does.
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Date: 2010-11-30 07:23 am (UTC)As do I, my dear Fred, as do I.
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Date: 2010-11-30 05:02 pm (UTC)[Are we quicklogging this?]
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Date: 2010-11-30 07:44 pm (UTC)[Sure! If you're up for it.]
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Date: 2010-11-30 08:22 pm (UTC)Upon stepping out of the lift, she found herself in the midst of a most bewildering display. Blinking lights and loud sounds, a jumble of chaotic sensory input...
Shaking her head, she struck out in a random direction. She had never been down here before, so her only hope of finding the things Ambassador had given her as landmarks was to search for them blindly.]
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Date: 2010-11-30 08:36 pm (UTC)Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ambassador promptly turned. In the past he would have made sure the aliens were winning first, but that had changed since Apostle killed him. Death shifted his priorities. Though, all things considered, it was a very small shift. He'd always believed in keeping himself safe and unharmed.]
Fred! My good Fred! Over here, yes? Unless you are seeing something that looks appealing!
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Date: 2010-11-30 11:26 pm (UTC)How in Rassilon's name does this... thing work?
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Date: 2010-12-01 05:54 am (UTC)Buttons. With simple buttons, you control everything. Push them, move the little stick, and you can do anything. Even something as pointless as getting a frog across a road. That is the point of that one! I have played it, I have looked for deeper meaning, and there is none! You get the frog... across the road. Humans! This, it can only be Human.
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Date: 2010-12-01 04:13 pm (UTC)Yes, Humans are often a bit odd. [She squinted at the screen, watching the little colored pixels wiggling back and forth across it, then tapped a few of the buttons to see what would happen. A small box-shaped series of pixels moved right and then left across the bottom of the screen, and then launched some kind of weapon. One of the things coming down from the top of the screen exploded a bit spectacularly. Fred blinked.] Goodness! What an interesting effect... ah, what is the point, or lack of point, of this particular one?
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:24 am (UTC)Often, or most of the time? Most, I find. [He watched her blow up a 'ship' and shook his head, tut-tutting.] When the games start, they often tell you the story. You, you have just shot down an alien ship. They have no home and they wanted to make a new one on earth, and so the humans, they are panicking and shooting. To win, according to that game, you hide behind the blocks, [he pointed them out,] when they shoot, and shoot back and destroy them. I have let that game go, because if it runs on its own, the aliens, they get a home.
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Date: 2010-12-01 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 05:22 am (UTC)I shall look forward to your arrival, my good person. My name, it is Ambassador. And you are...?
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:52 am (UTC)Oh, sorry. I'm Book, pleasure to meet you, Ambassador. Be right down.
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Date: 2010-12-01 09:24 am (UTC)The pleasure, it is mine, of course, and I shall await you with empty glasses and a pleasantly full pocket, yes?
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Date: 2010-12-01 05:46 am (UTC)Quicklog
Date: 2010-12-01 05:58 am (UTC)Ah.... Ambaaaaaaassaaaaaaadooooooor-saaaaaaaaaan!
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Date: 2010-12-01 06:05 am (UTC)Aha, you have made it. Good, good. Come! The Coke, it is this way. We will drink, and we will try more silly games. This, my dear friend, this will be a day to remember.
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Date: 2010-12-01 06:21 am (UTC)Re: Quicklog
Date: 2010-12-01 09:26 am (UTC)Myself, I have played many. You, take your pick, and we shall take it on, yes? But if it is an alien one you choose, you I shall warn. I do not play to win for the humans, no.
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Date: 2010-12-02 05:31 am (UTC)How about that one~?
[He was pointing to a racing game. Did he know how to drive? Nope. Did he know what driving was? Debatable.
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Date: 2010-12-02 11:57 am (UTC)Yes! Let us try that!
[He'd not done many of the sit-in-and-steer games. They gave him an odd feeling, like he'd once done something similar and yet not at all like driving whatever a Formula 500 was. And the motorcycle racer bothered him even more. It was also harder, since you had to balance just a bit.
Taking a seat, Ambassador nodded to the seat and wheel next to him.]
Now. To race each other instead of just the machine, we must do this at the same time, or close to the same time, yes? The one pedal, I am forgetting which, speeds up, and the other stops. Do not ask why there is one that stops when it is a race. Myself, I do not know. And no one I have asked knows either.
[After a teensy bit of trial and error, Ambassador managed to select the easy course and a car that didn't look entirely ridiculous.]
It will count down from three, hm? And then, you go.
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:16 pm (UTC)[Crimson copied Ambassador's movements, except he seemed to have much more fun pressing the glowing buttons to choose a car, one that did look entirely ridiculous. Well, at least he'd passed up on the bright pink one. A couple more taps later, he chose the same course as his friend and hit the green button before turning to face Ambassador.]
Ready~!
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:43 pm (UTC)[Before Ambassador could explain, the game loudly declared "THREE! TWO! ONE! GO!" Ambassador promptly slammed down on a pedal. It turned out to be the wrong one, so he swapped feet and was off. Aside from the late start, he was surprisingly (to himself) good at steering and weaving in and out.]
This would be better if it was in space! Then, then you would not be trapped behind since you can go over or under!
[And that was another odd ping. Racing in space? No, that didn't feel right. But something related to this. Maybe he'd flown, once.]
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:56 pm (UTC)[Brakes were pesky little things, but Crimson managed to find the gas pedal before Ambassador's car got too far ahead of his own, and he speedily caught up to it, weaving behind in an effort to get past with cones on either side of them, delineating the lane.
Well, this would never do...
Grey eyes narrowed at the screen before he veered off to the side, then stomped down hard on the speed pedal, zooming forward and ramming into the back corner of Ambassador's car.]
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Date: 2010-12-02 01:35 pm (UTC)[He could see the way the car tried to spin out of control what Crimson had done. It was a smart move, but odd reflexes were kicking in to keep Ambassador on course.]
Myself, I am not that easy to spin, no. Do your worst.
[That was the pride talking, and Ambassador knew it. Up ahead were two cars he was going to have to figure a way around, and with Crimson flanking him he wasn't sure he could manage it. The grass would slow him down too much. Maybe, just maybe he could fit between, but he wasn't sure of it.]
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Date: 2010-12-02 01:42 pm (UTC)It was worth a try. You drive well, Ambassador-san~!
[An interesting tidbit to store away. But for now... Perhaps one of the other cars would spin out easier than Ambassador? It was worth a try, what was the worse that could happen?]
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Date: 2010-12-04 06:41 am (UTC)[Ambassador tried for passing through the middle, winding up instead hitting the two cars. That wouldn't work. Maybe on the upcoming turn he could stick the nose of his vehicle in a little bit, get an edge. Crimson likely had some plan, but Ambassador had no idea what it was. He went for it and still didn't manage to get past.]
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Date: 2010-12-04 11:09 pm (UTC)Not a road? Then where else would you drive?
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Date: 2010-12-04 11:51 pm (UTC)I, my dear Crimson, am not human. Myself, I am alien. Space! That is where I am from, and that, perhaps, is where I have operated a machine like this before.
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Date: 2010-12-06 04:39 am (UTC)[He did his best to follow the outside lane, pedal pressed to the floor of the machine as he slowly tried to make his way towards the middle of the track.]
That's quite interesting~!
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Date: 2010-12-01 11:56 pm (UTC)No, no. Far better to enjoy the comforts of life than dodge any outrageous arrows or barrels, hm?
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