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Scott was feeling a lot better by the time dinner came around. Remy seemed like a really nice guy, and even though trying to help him had resulted in grievous bodily harm, Scott had to admit, he could see himself helping him out again. He didn't know whether Remy was fictional or not, but if he was, Scott could definitely see him making for a pretty likable main character.
Speaking of main characters.
Scott was sure his nurse had taken him to the wrong room, though she assured him that there was no mistake. For one thing, he remembered the number on the door being higher. For another, there was a mighty pirate standing in the middle of the room.
Gotta hand it to Gideon. This is really, really good idea for getting my vital organs to seize up all at the same time. You dastardly fiend!
Thankfully, Scott was getting used to the appearances of such famous characters at this point, so maybe Gideon hadn't thought his cunning plan all the way through. Thus, he somehow managed to keep all systems go for the most part. Only part of him felt like collapsing into a puddle of fanboy goo rather than all of him. Progress!
It helped that Guybrush (and he was sure it was Guybrush; he'd recognize that pompadour anywhere) didn't quite look the way Scott remembered him. He had a small, non-pirate-y goatee, which told him that he was probably from Monkey Island 2. However, he looked a lot older than he was supposed to be in that game. Definitely old enough to drink grog at this point. Also, he had one of those prosthetic grabby-hook hands they gave to War Amps. Since when did Guybrush lose a hand? All that aside, though, good god, it was Guybrush Freaking Threepwood!
"Hi there! I'm Scott Pilgrim, Mighty Bassist!" he greeted as he hobbled further into the room, the door closing behind him.
Well, speak of the devil- here was the aforementioned roommate now! Guybrush turned as his roommate entered, trying not to look too guilty even though he was still holding the flashlight he'd been preparing to tuck into his pants with the rest of his inventory. Thankfully, the guy didn't look like the burly type who'd beat the stew out of someone looting his stuff. The fact that he was in bandages and shorter helped even the odds.
Even better, he seemed nice enough (or nicer than anyone else he had stolen things from, at any rate). "Ahoy there, Mister Pilgrim!" Guybrush greeted in return. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate! You know, it's nice to meet someone else who uses the word 'mighty' to describe themselves. I was starting to think I was alone in the world."
He had to bite his tongue to not ask the obvious question that came to mind when looking Scott up and down- he'd already insulted Drawn-On Mustache Guy, and probably didn't need any more enemies. LeChuck was enough, Voodoo-infested or not. "So we're roommates, I hear."
If the hair, the svelt, girlish figure, and the obvious kleptomania (looked like those pants wrent quite as roomy as standard LucasArts ones) hadn't been enough to tell that this was the pirate he was looking for, then the voice clinched it. That was clearly the same voice he was used to hearing out of Guybrush in the later games, unlike Sam, who had sounded slightly different than expected. Well, the fact that he called himself "Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate" helped too. But that was beside the point.
"That's what I hear too. I had another roommate before, but I haven't seen him around lately. Guess they figured I could use a new one." Which was kind of disappointing. He hadn't ever gotten a name out of his last roomate, but he'd had a sneaking suspicion the guy was someone really famous. Like Batman level famous, only slightly less so. Now he would probably never know for sure. Oh well, he thought. There was no sense in worrying about something like that, not when he had another awesome roommate to occupy his attention. "Anyway, yeah, it's a totally underappreciated adjective! Definitely needs to make a comeback," he finished, just barely holding himself back from saying that three-headed monkeys should also make a comeback.
"So, you're pretty new I'm guessing?" Scott asked, making his way over to the bed and setting his plate in his lap. "I replied to a board note with your name on it today, and I hadn't seen you post before. I think I'd remember a name like that." Scott wondered if Guybrush would be able to figure out which replies he was referring to. He also hoped that if he did, he wouldn't hold that little bit of insult swapping at the beginning against him. Aheheh.
Wow, new people sure were picked out easily. Every person he'd met had known he was a stranger right away- it was like showing up at a wedding and being the one guy who only sort of knew the couple and mostly came for the food. People could sniff out that sort of thing.
"Yeah, I just woke up here today," he said, remembering that guy at his own wedding. "People have been strangely informative, too. Hi, what's your name? A pirate? Neat. Oh yeah, you're in a nuthouse. That sort of thing." It wasn't that the information wasn't wanted- it's just that it usually wasn't so easy to get. In most of his travels, it took a few tries, some nosy prodding, and the occasional bribe to get folks to spill the beans on whatever the pirate wanted to know.
"And judging by the fact that this is the wrong room and your name isn't Javert, I'm going to have to guess you're one of the other two guys who responded to me," he said, stroking his manly beard in a thoughtful fashion. "I take it you're the one who tried to insult me. You look like a man who might know a few good ones."
"I can be strangely informative too, if you want. I don't know much, but what I do know, I'd be pretty willing to share. You don't even have to make me some overly complicated bribe or anything," Scott offered, knowing exactly why Guybrush would probably find such openness strange and probably welcome. The guy could definitely use a break from having to fight tooth and nail for every snippet of info he needed. "Like, I can tell you that yup, you got it! I'm the one who tried to insult you. Totally not in a mean way, though! It was just ribbing the newbie, you know?" He hoped Guybrush knew. Having a pirate for a friend would probably be all kinds of good, and having one for an enemy would probably end with him being soaked in root beer. Or something like that.
With his good hand, Scott started into his dinner. After a few bites, he continued with a grin: "Anyway, yeah, ask me anything about this place! I'll tell you what I know if I do, in fact, know it."
Guybrush nodded, understanding the uncontrollable urge to fling insults at random people. It usually didn't accomplish anything worthwhile, but it sure was fun watching people squirm beneath crushing quips like 'You're as repulsive as a monkey in a negligee.'
"Well, I do have a couple of questions that could use answering," he said, mostly thinking aloud. "For one, where do they keep our stuff? I seem to be missing some notable items, and I'd really like them back." With that, he tucked the flashlight in his hand into the waistband of his pants, where its weight caused it to immediately slip from its position, down his pants leg, and onto his foot.
"Yeowch!" He reflexively grabbed his throbbing foot, his over-filled pockets spilling their contents as he brought his leg toward his body. His music-making box clanged to the floor loudly, pens skittering in every direction as his spare batteries rolled under the nearest bed and out of sight. He winced as he returned his foot to the floor, leaving his collection on the floor for now. "Speaking of things I'm missing, I need my pants back," he said with a frown. "These are broken!"
[I wonder if anyone's ever used the word "transdimensional" four times in one post before. :/]vsyourfaceFebruary 11 2010, 06:35:31 UTC
Scott flinched back and winced as the items cascaded out of Guybrush's pants. That flashlight to the foot had to have hurt. Tentatively, he asked, "Uh, you okay there, dude?" Scott couldn't say he was surprised by the thinking that had lead to this, really; he couldn't really blame the guy, either. After all, you're not exactly one to talk, Mr. Assumed-This-Was-All-A-Game-For-The-Whole-Friggin'-First-Day, Scott thought with a slight grimace, even as he thought that he himself couldn't really be blamed for his assumptions. It wasn't his fault he got so immersed in his games sometimes. He was just a product of a consumerist, instant-gratification-geared society. Yeah, that was it. Totally.
"Hate to break it to you, but they aren't. They just don't make pants that well 'round these here parts," Scott lamented to Guybrush, almost as disappointed as the pirate was sure to be. What he wouldn't give for some of those transdimensional trousers of his own someday. He already had a transdimensional sword that came out of his chest and a girlfriend with transdimensional delivery routes (not to mention she had her own pretty stylish transdimensional side bag). Why not have some sweet new pants to go with them? "Far as other missing stuff goes, I think I've heard of there being a possessions storage, but I have pretty much no clue where it is," he admitted. Hey, at least he knew that there was indeed such a room now, right? "You might want to ask around about that tomorrow."
[If there's any character who could get away with it, it's Scott Pilgrim! ... And maybe Doc Brown.]sheepwoodFebruary 11 2010, 20:21:04 UTC
"Tomorrow!?" Guybrush asked incredulously. "But I need that stuff now! There's a Voodoo pirate out there with a giant sea sponge who's trying to woo my wife- who will kill me if I don't get her ring back- and this hook is useless, and the ability to carry everything I could ever need in my pants is a necessity in my line of work!"
He sighed angrily. Great, he was not only in a madhouse, but he was going to have to reclaim his items and carry pretty much everything in his good hand. Thanks a lot, Useless Hook.
"I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" He stooped, retrieving most of his fallen items and setting them on the bed for now- the spare batteries could stay lost. With limited space, he'd have to choose what he carried on-hand carefully. Frivolous items would stay behind for now. "Maybe this Javert guy will know where the possessions storage is. If I can find it, I can get my stuff and bust out of here!"
Okay, there was definitely some future Monkey Island game that Scott was missing here. Scott was pretty sure he would remember a giant sea sponge. That along with the hook, the scraggly beard, and the looking older thing were enough to tell him that he had something to look forward to in years to come. He wondered how long Ramona would let him borrow her computer whenever it came out. Hopefully somewhere in the ballpark of days on end wouldn't annoy her too much. Despite Guybrush going on about his worries, Scott couldn't help but grin at the prospects.
"Yeah, always keep looking on the bright side, man. I don't know this Javert guy, but if he's been around longer, he definitely might know where to go!" Scott assured him before taking another bite of spaghetti. "And I'm with you on the busting out of here thing, definitely. I'm trying to get back to my girlfriend, too." Scott had to wonder if Gideon was part of some larger network of keeping boyfriends away from their awesome significant others, if Guybrush had been taken from Elaine. He was a pretty sad dude if that was the case, keeping everyone else from having girlfriends if he couldn't have one.
Speaking of main characters.
Scott was sure his nurse had taken him to the wrong room, though she assured him that there was no mistake. For one thing, he remembered the number on the door being higher. For another, there was a mighty pirate standing in the middle of the room.
Gotta hand it to Gideon. This is really, really good idea for getting my vital organs to seize up all at the same time. You dastardly fiend!
Thankfully, Scott was getting used to the appearances of such famous characters at this point, so maybe Gideon hadn't thought his cunning plan all the way through. Thus, he somehow managed to keep all systems go for the most part. Only part of him felt like collapsing into a puddle of fanboy goo rather than all of him. Progress!
It helped that Guybrush (and he was sure it was Guybrush; he'd recognize that pompadour anywhere) didn't quite look the way Scott remembered him. He had a small, non-pirate-y goatee, which told him that he was probably from Monkey Island 2. However, he looked a lot older than he was supposed to be in that game. Definitely old enough to drink grog at this point. Also, he had one of those prosthetic grabby-hook hands they gave to War Amps. Since when did Guybrush lose a hand? All that aside, though, good god, it was Guybrush Freaking Threepwood!
"Hi there! I'm Scott Pilgrim, Mighty Bassist!" he greeted as he hobbled further into the room, the door closing behind him.
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Even better, he seemed nice enough (or nicer than anyone else he had stolen things from, at any rate). "Ahoy there, Mister Pilgrim!" Guybrush greeted in return. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate! You know, it's nice to meet someone else who uses the word 'mighty' to describe themselves. I was starting to think I was alone in the world."
He had to bite his tongue to not ask the obvious question that came to mind when looking Scott up and down- he'd already insulted Drawn-On Mustache Guy, and probably didn't need any more enemies. LeChuck was enough, Voodoo-infested or not. "So we're roommates, I hear."
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"That's what I hear too. I had another roommate before, but I haven't seen him around lately. Guess they figured I could use a new one." Which was kind of disappointing. He hadn't ever gotten a name out of his last roomate, but he'd had a sneaking suspicion the guy was someone really famous. Like Batman level famous, only slightly less so. Now he would probably never know for sure. Oh well, he thought. There was no sense in worrying about something like that, not when he had another awesome roommate to occupy his attention. "Anyway, yeah, it's a totally underappreciated adjective! Definitely needs to make a comeback," he finished, just barely holding himself back from saying that three-headed monkeys should also make a comeback.
"So, you're pretty new I'm guessing?" Scott asked, making his way over to the bed and setting his plate in his lap. "I replied to a board note with your name on it today, and I hadn't seen you post before. I think I'd remember a name like that." Scott wondered if Guybrush would be able to figure out which replies he was referring to. He also hoped that if he did, he wouldn't hold that little bit of insult swapping at the beginning against him. Aheheh.
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"Yeah, I just woke up here today," he said, remembering that guy at his own wedding. "People have been strangely informative, too. Hi, what's your name? A pirate? Neat. Oh yeah, you're in a nuthouse. That sort of thing." It wasn't that the information wasn't wanted- it's just that it usually wasn't so easy to get. In most of his travels, it took a few tries, some nosy prodding, and the occasional bribe to get folks to spill the beans on whatever the pirate wanted to know.
"And judging by the fact that this is the wrong room and your name isn't Javert, I'm going to have to guess you're one of the other two guys who responded to me," he said, stroking his manly beard in a thoughtful fashion. "I take it you're the one who tried to insult me. You look like a man who might know a few good ones."
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With his good hand, Scott started into his dinner. After a few bites, he continued with a grin: "Anyway, yeah, ask me anything about this place! I'll tell you what I know if I do, in fact, know it."
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"Well, I do have a couple of questions that could use answering," he said, mostly thinking aloud. "For one, where do they keep our stuff? I seem to be missing some notable items, and I'd really like them back." With that, he tucked the flashlight in his hand into the waistband of his pants, where its weight caused it to immediately slip from its position, down his pants leg, and onto his foot.
"Yeowch!" He reflexively grabbed his throbbing foot, his over-filled pockets spilling their contents as he brought his leg toward his body. His music-making box clanged to the floor loudly, pens skittering in every direction as his spare batteries rolled under the nearest bed and out of sight. He winced as he returned his foot to the floor, leaving his collection on the floor for now. "Speaking of things I'm missing, I need my pants back," he said with a frown. "These are broken!"
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"Hate to break it to you, but they aren't. They just don't make pants that well 'round these here parts," Scott lamented to Guybrush, almost as disappointed as the pirate was sure to be. What he wouldn't give for some of those transdimensional trousers of his own someday. He already had a transdimensional sword that came out of his chest and a girlfriend with transdimensional delivery routes (not to mention she had her own pretty stylish transdimensional side bag). Why not have some sweet new pants to go with them? "Far as other missing stuff goes, I think I've heard of there being a possessions storage, but I have pretty much no clue where it is," he admitted. Hey, at least he knew that there was indeed such a room now, right? "You might want to ask around about that tomorrow."
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He sighed angrily. Great, he was not only in a madhouse, but he was going to have to reclaim his items and carry pretty much everything in his good hand. Thanks a lot, Useless Hook.
"I guess I don't really have a choice, do I?" He stooped, retrieving most of his fallen items and setting them on the bed for now- the spare batteries could stay lost. With limited space, he'd have to choose what he carried on-hand carefully. Frivolous items would stay behind for now. "Maybe this Javert guy will know where the possessions storage is. If I can find it, I can get my stuff and bust out of here!"
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"Yeah, always keep looking on the bright side, man. I don't know this Javert guy, but if he's been around longer, he definitely might know where to go!" Scott assured him before taking another bite of spaghetti. "And I'm with you on the busting out of here thing, definitely. I'm trying to get back to my girlfriend, too." Scott had to wonder if Gideon was part of some larger network of keeping boyfriends away from their awesome significant others, if Guybrush had been taken from Elaine. He was a pretty sad dude if that was the case, keeping everyone else from having girlfriends if he couldn't have one.
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