[1] Video: What will you do?

[pricesandvaules]

There's a crash, an inglorious sort of thud, and a sharp hiss of breath

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[video]

[dashboardlite]

This isn't the first time you've seen one of these shiny black people - And wow, doesn't that sound a bit racist, even for you? The first one was violent, the second one was deadly, and you aren't taking chances. At least you've got the majestic barrier of your COMMUNICATIONS DEVICE between you and the potentially-dangerous humanoid.

Enjoyin' the new digs, dude?

Too bad you still aren't the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to eloquence.

>DD: Answer the dull crayon

[pricesandvaules]

You're not bothered by the other's speech. At least one of your ABSENT COHORTS is less eloquent, and tends to shout, to boot.

As well as can be expected.

>DW: Question the shiny bug-man

[dashboardlite]

He seems quiet. Considering that you talk enough for two people and then some, this isn't a problem, but you are intent on determining the shiny bug-man's motives and/or general information.

What's your name?

>DD: Introductions! Go!

[pricesandvaules]

Fine. Nothing to hide there, and presumably the CHATTY HUMAN will offer the same.

Diamonds Droog.

>DW: All the introductions. ALL OF THEM.

[dashboardlite]

Dean Winchester.

You introduce yourself accordingly, as polite society dictates, and muse over DIAMONDS DROOG's curious moniker.

You're just a regular Chatty Cathy, aren'tcha?

>DD: Make friends!

[pricesandvaules]

You don't understand that reference, but you get the feeling he might be mocking you. You narrow your eyes.

Is that supposed to mean something?

>DW: Don't fuck up.

[dashboardlite]

Congratulations, you might have gotten the potentially-dangerous humanoid to suspect you of deliberate teasing. Hastily apologize for your transgressions!

Yeah, good luck with that.

...You don't talk much, is all.

>DD: Lineface moar.

[pricesandvaules]

I get that a lot.

>DW: Be intimidated.

[dashboardlite]

You hazard an attempt at small-talk.

The one who likes to stab things said he was in some kinda crew. You a part of that?

>DD: Accept good news.

[pricesandvaules]

That sounds quite a lot like your FEARLESS LEADER. Maybe your COHORTS are here after all. Your expression lightens into something that might read as pride, to someone well-versed in the language of LINEFACE.

The Midnight Crew. That's us.

>DW: Consider your chances of survival.

[dashboardlite]

You are familiar with the language of LINEFACE, seeing as your boyfriend is fluent in it, and you recognize the signs of some form of happiness. This particular shiny bug-person doesn't bother you as much as the others have.

Your friends'll be here, then. If you got any questions, feel free to ask.

You shrug. No point in making more enemies.

>DD: Find out what you're up against.

[pricesandvaules]

I heard there was a Queen.

>DW: Lament your lack of knowledge.

[dashboardlite]

Damn straight.

You wish you knew more about her. Goddamn, you wish you knew.

The bitch runs a tight ship, but no one ever sees her.

>DD: Discuss the new bitch (bluh bluh)

[pricesandvaules]

Hides behind the mirrors and watches us. I heard. Is there anything she...wants, from us?

Not that you can't deal with...whatever it is. You're careful, and adaptable. But you wish Slick would get on the radio. Snowman's here, and there's this other bitch...you don't trust him to keep his head.

>DW: Inform your new droog.

[dashboardlite]

Memories.

It sounds strange when you say it. You haven't really talked to anyone about it, just heard the rumors.

She wants 'em, or the mansion wants 'em. It ain't exactly clear, Droog.

>DD: Consider.

[pricesandvaules]

What for?