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Characters: Lou Martin, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG13, for swearing and shit
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the pub
Relative Date: Late on the first day after the power outage ends
Status: Open
Lou made his way back towards the pub, accompanied by Miss Piggy. He had decided to name the small mechanical monstrosity he had created in his absinthe-fueled daze after the hallucination which it had initially appeared to him as in a gesture of naked contempt. Not that he was sure if it understood him or not; it seemed to be responsive to tone of voice and aggressive swatting about, but otherwise showed no capacity for communication beyond occasionally spouting out music and sound effects from the various video games he'd installed on one of the hard drives which now made up the device's "brain".
At least it still seemed to be able to do most of the things that its component parts had been able to do. He was glad to see that the parts of the phone which he'd received here and which had gone into the thing could still be used for that purpose, though not without some considerable annoyance. He was gladder to see that he could still watch his movies on one of the screens dangling from some wires and hanging from its underbelly like intestines hanging from a grievous gut wound. The fact that it continued to buzz about like a mosquito on its thin plastic wings while he tried to do so was a bit less pleasing. He wondered if he might be able to train it to sit still. At least for the moment it seemed mostly interested in buzzing around him instead of flying off to do whatever a five-legged, VCR-sized abomination of science does when it's not annoying the guy who built it.
As he arrived at the pub, he leaned his seven and a half foot frame back against the wall, and Miss Piggy nervously took up a post sitting across the lane on a short wall, apparently peering at him through the various mis-matched camera lenses which made up its eyes.
"What the hell are you lookin' at?" He asked it, not really expecting an answer. That he received one in the form of the closing credits music from Super Mario Brothers 3 was no real comfort to him. "Oh, come on, tell me you're not gonna ruin that music for me! It's a classic! You wanna pick something from Contra or something," he pleaded, to no avail.
"Okay, fine, whatever. Do your worst. I'm gonna enjoy it just to spite you." With that, he proceeded to bob his head and tap his foot to the music, while scowling furiously at the machine producing it.
Rating: PG13, for swearing and shit
Time Period: Modern
Location: Outside the pub
Relative Date: Late on the first day after the power outage ends
Status: Open
Lou made his way back towards the pub, accompanied by Miss Piggy. He had decided to name the small mechanical monstrosity he had created in his absinthe-fueled daze after the hallucination which it had initially appeared to him as in a gesture of naked contempt. Not that he was sure if it understood him or not; it seemed to be responsive to tone of voice and aggressive swatting about, but otherwise showed no capacity for communication beyond occasionally spouting out music and sound effects from the various video games he'd installed on one of the hard drives which now made up the device's "brain".
At least it still seemed to be able to do most of the things that its component parts had been able to do. He was glad to see that the parts of the phone which he'd received here and which had gone into the thing could still be used for that purpose, though not without some considerable annoyance. He was gladder to see that he could still watch his movies on one of the screens dangling from some wires and hanging from its underbelly like intestines hanging from a grievous gut wound. The fact that it continued to buzz about like a mosquito on its thin plastic wings while he tried to do so was a bit less pleasing. He wondered if he might be able to train it to sit still. At least for the moment it seemed mostly interested in buzzing around him instead of flying off to do whatever a five-legged, VCR-sized abomination of science does when it's not annoying the guy who built it.
As he arrived at the pub, he leaned his seven and a half foot frame back against the wall, and Miss Piggy nervously took up a post sitting across the lane on a short wall, apparently peering at him through the various mis-matched camera lenses which made up its eyes.
"What the hell are you lookin' at?" He asked it, not really expecting an answer. That he received one in the form of the closing credits music from Super Mario Brothers 3 was no real comfort to him. "Oh, come on, tell me you're not gonna ruin that music for me! It's a classic! You wanna pick something from Contra or something," he pleaded, to no avail.
"Okay, fine, whatever. Do your worst. I'm gonna enjoy it just to spite you." With that, he proceeded to bob his head and tap his foot to the music, while scowling furiously at the machine producing it.