009. [VIDEO] Animal House [Openish]
[For the first time in a while, he's at the apartment--so it's the first time that anyone but him and Rinzler has ever seen it.
It is in no way distinct from a default apartment, except for low, dim amber lighting and the fact that that every single surface is black. Everything. Doors, walls, heavy drapes, furniture--even the carpet.
And that fuzzy thing in his arms? Is also black.
Clu is stroking a black longhair kitten. Operation Walking Villian Cliche`: 94% Complete.]
Greetings, Sacrosanct.
This is--she has no name. Intelligent. Agile. Housebroken and fully immunized. Likes tuna, but not eggs. Will not scratch furniture. Adores getting what research informs me are scritches.
...I have obtained the perfect kitten. [Pause.] Can't keep her, though.
There's a no-kill not far from here, but she seems to like companionship. Necessary feed, quartering device, waste trap, and feline amusements also provided. She likes the ones that squeak, particularly.
Any takers?
Heard you got your own place, beautiful. And how's the End of Line treating you?
I see how it is. You'll carry a guy off a battlefield, by hand, and then you'll never call.
Hey, Sarah? Listen, if you're not hideously busy, ring me back when you get this, okay? Relax. It's nothing big.
I have just two questions for you, champ. First off, what's your top speed? Second: how well do you know a dude named Barricade?
Abraxas, my man! Haven't heard from you in a few thousand milicycles. [That's. About six months. For those of you calculating along at home.] What's happening? Infect anyone interesting, lately?
So. I hear you're a hacker. Did I hear right?
Ah. I'm told you're kind of an expert, so--just. Purely hypothetically, would you. Happen to know how to get Orville Redenbacher's out of suede?
This [file attached] is how you encrypt a message. It's okay, Flynn can read you the big words, if you have trouble.
Hey. Thanks for. You know.
...Sorry about the...you know.
It is in no way distinct from a default apartment, except for low, dim amber lighting and the fact that that every single surface is black. Everything. Doors, walls, heavy drapes, furniture--even the carpet.
And that fuzzy thing in his arms? Is also black.
Clu is stroking a black longhair kitten. Operation Walking Villian Cliche`: 94% Complete.]
Greetings, Sacrosanct.
This is--she has no name. Intelligent. Agile. Housebroken and fully immunized. Likes tuna, but not eggs. Will not scratch furniture. Adores getting what research informs me are scritches.
...I have obtained the perfect kitten. [Pause.] Can't keep her, though.
There's a no-kill not far from here, but she seems to like companionship. Necessary feed, quartering device, waste trap, and feline amusements also provided. She likes the ones that squeak, particularly.
Any takers?
Heard you got your own place, beautiful. And how's the End of Line treating you?
I see how it is. You'll carry a guy off a battlefield, by hand, and then you'll never call.
Hey, Sarah? Listen, if you're not hideously busy, ring me back when you get this, okay? Relax. It's nothing big.
I have just two questions for you, champ. First off, what's your top speed? Second: how well do you know a dude named Barricade?
Abraxas, my man! Haven't heard from you in a few thousand milicycles. [That's. About six months. For those of you calculating along at home.] What's happening? Infect anyone interesting, lately?
So. I hear you're a hacker. Did I hear right?
Ah. I'm told you're kind of an expert, so--just. Purely hypothetically, would you. Happen to know how to get Orville Redenbacher's out of suede?
This [file attached] is how you encrypt a message. It's okay, Flynn can read you the big words, if you have trouble.
Hey. Thanks for. You know.
...Sorry about the...you know.