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As usual this place is just one 8ig 8ullshit factory.
They fuck with us over and over again and give us what? Crap from home that's supposed to make up for it?
Well I 8't 8iting for this stuff. What am I even supposed to do with a FLARP 8ook here? Play?
........Actually, that wouldn't 8e such a 8ad idea! Any8ody want to play l8er?

[Fail Filtered to John Egbert]

Hey Eg8ert. You didn't have to do that 8ack there. In the la8yrinth, I mean.
It sucks pretty 8ad that I couldn't win, huh? 8ut I made it pretty far! Until Makara got me. Ugh, I can't 8elieve he managed to kill me.
Aaaaaaaanyway. Thanks.
May8e we could hang out l8er or something? It's pro8a8ly 8een a while since I've 8een here if what I heard from Vantas is any indic8tion.

[Fail Filtered to Romeo]

Heeeeeeeey kid. You sure did sponsor me a lot!
It's nice to see someone recognize my gr8ness.
Thanks for all of that, I suppose. Even if your human food just keeps getting weirder and weirder. ::::/
What was that stuff in the 8ox? A luncha8le? What is that even?

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[fabricates]

Whatever, it's fine.
I kind of failed at winning the whole thing too.
And I gueeeeeeeess I have time for that.
As long as you don't 8itch when I kick you 8utt at them, of course. ::::)
I'll meet you in the console room?

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[windykind]

sure, but you can't bitch at me either!

[And then doop doop doop, he walks down to the console room. (He has his powers back by this point, but he hasn't really felt inclined towards using them.) He is sifting through the game selection; none of them are quite what he knows, but he can recognize a lot of them as being familiar. The pile next to him is filled with such games, the highlights including a box with Katamari Damacy levels of bizarre, a childish-looking one that reminded him of Yoshi's Island (he figured they could switch out the levels), and what is clearly a parallel of Super Smash Brothers.]

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[She heads that way herself, half-eager to see John and half-nerves from the whole labyrinth ordeal. Like everyone would be able to see her failures by looking at her, like maybe she can't hide them. That John would be able to pick up on them. But that was just a dream anyway, right? Even if it felt real, she hadn't actually failed at anything because it was totally just a dream. All of her decisions had been fine! Yeah, definitely fine.

When she reaches the entertainment floor, she checks herself, puts on her smuggest face and then walks in to find him.]

Hey John. Find anything interesting to play?

[windykind]

[He twists around, smiling at her.]

Yeah! Have a seat, you can look through all of these. [He pets the ever-growing pile.]

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Ok, let's see how shitty your taste in games is.

[She sits down next to him, and starts to systematically go through his pile, tossing aside ones she doesn't like.]

Too girly, laaaaaaaame, this just looks dumb. Who plays this kind of stuff? Where's the action games? The shooters??

[windykind]

You can't play shooters multiplayer, the screen is too small! [HMPH. You're going to play Pokémon Colosseum and goddammit you're going to like it.]

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[SHE REFUSES.]

So we take turns and keep score, whatever. It'd still be more interesting than these. [Waving one of the games in front of her.] Tavros would love this stuff, not me.

[windykind]

Well maybe Tavros has really good taste! [John takes it from her.] Okay, how about this. We'll pick a few that you want to play and a few that I want to play and we'll do them both. Deal?

[fabricates]

Tavros has the worst taste. [She makes a face before shrugging and moving to dig through the games.]

Sure, whatever. But we play one of mine first.

[windykind]

Sure, Vriska. Here's your chance to win me over with your superior game selection skills. [John collects his choices and relocates them to another pile, this one at the foot of one of the couches. He turns around and shoots her an impish look.] Pick fast, or I might take the first game slot from you!

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[She selects her TOTALLY SUPERIOR!! games and snorts at him as she puts the first game in and tosses him a controller.]

Even my worst pick would be better than your best, so prepare to be impressed! Not that any of my games are bad choices.

[She grabs a second controller and turns the console on. Hope you like survival horror games, John, because she's found a co-op one that resembles ObsCure. If she's going to be involved in horror, she at least wants to be in control of it.]

[windykind]

Whoa-ho.

[Survival horror games are... not his thing, but you know what, whatever. He does jump a couple of times, though, regardless of all the mocking Vriska will set upon him. He'll get his revenge when she can't figure out type matchups in Pokémon Colosseum.]

[fabricates]

[Oh, and mock she does. Because really, John. Who's afraid of this stuff? It's just a game.]

John, you aren't scaaaaaaaared, are you? Do we need to switch to one of your games for a while?

[windykind]

I'm overcome with excitement at this quality video game experience, Vriska. Don't interrupt.

[WHOA HOPY SHIT A MONSTER, KILL IT, KILL IT!!! ...Rose would be very good at this game, John notes as he clicks on his Flashlight of Death.]

[fabricates]

You look like you're about to piss yourself with fear. Are you sure you don't want to stop? I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourse- shit!

[MONSTER ok maybe she needs to pay more attention because that totally caught her off guard. BUT SHE TOTALLY DIDN'T JUMP OK.]

[windykind]

[HE SAW THAT, SERKET. John elbows her, softly, in the side.]

Aww, does ickle Vrisky-bobbles need a minute to lie down?

[fabricates]

[She shies away, turning to glare at him.]

Cram it, Egbert! I was busy paying attention to your delicate needs. Maybe if you weren't quaking in your shoes over there I wouldn't have needed to look away.

[windykind]

[John makes a mock gasp and clasps his hands together, stopping after another creature pops up on the screen and he has to quell it.] Vriska! I didn't know you cared. [A lie, of course. He's goofing off in the best way thirteen-year-old boys know how.] --Oh, um, you might want to watch out there. [And he sniggers as he sidesteps, leaving still another mutant to dive clearly for Vriska.]

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[She huffs angrily, and momentarily contemplates lobbing her controller at John's face. Lucky for him, she resists the urge and just dispatches it.]

Wow, the feeling ain't mutual it looks like. Leaving me for an enemy, really, John? What an asshole!

[But she's smiling and laughing and yeah, this is a lot more fun than having her face beaten in by clubs.]

[windykind]

Um, rude! I'm letting you show off your superior whatever-those-are killing skills. You do have those still, right? [Damn now he's smiling and laughing too. Fact: horror games suck marginally less when you can focus on trash-talking the other person as well. Popularity of Xbox Live explained, right there.]

[fabricates]

Of course I do! Shut up, you're looking at the best right here.

[You can bet the next enemy they find, she'll throwing John to the wolves in revenge.]

[windykind]

[Try, Serket. Just try.]

Oh boy, we're in the school kitchens here. This, Vriska, this is where all the real enemies are.

[fabricates]

[She will. >::::T Prepare yourself, Egbert.]

Just try to keep up, John. I'm not going to bail you out.

[windykind]

Oh, it's on. Vriska, I know this setting like the back of my hand. As a matter of fact, you're at the disadvantage here. [It's a public high school full of demented hell mutant children. Pretty much no different than his middle school back home!]

[fabricates]

We'll see about that! You won't win a challenge against me, but it's cute that you think you will.

[She's never gone to school, but her expertise in killing people, well... She knows her way around a game or eight. Thank you FLARPing.]

I'm going to destroy you.