2nd strike - [accidental video]
[the Guide shows a worm's eye view of a wall and a door, apparently having been left carelessly on the floor. There's silence for a little while, then a knock, and a muffled voice can be heard from the other side.]
Sync! Hey, Sync!
[An exasperated sigh comes from across the room. A pair of black boots come into view as the door slides open.]
What the hell do you want.
We should hang out. Get some food. Beat up Van. Do something fun!
.....no. [Sync slaps the panel controlling the door, shutting it in his face.]
Hey!
[More knocking.]
[Then the door slides open of its own accord, chiming up in an infuriatingly cheerful tone.] HE'S RIGHT, YOU NEED MORE ~FRIENDS~
...
[awkward, slightly surprised silence.]
...W-WELL. YEAH. Yeah, the door's right! You need to open up a bit more. It'd be more fun.
[And another pair of legs comes into view, identifiable by the observant as Richezza's.]
....no, I don't. [The rustle of fabric as he folds his arms over his chest. There is a pause.]
Huh, nice room.
It looks exactly like all the other ones.
...Cleaner than mine, no thanks to my roommate digging for some envelope. B-but anyway! C'mon, it'll be fun! I mean, you can't just mope around and be a downer all the time! ...and expect anything good to happen, ever. Yeah.
...since when did anything good ever happen, anyway? [Sync turns away.] You're wasting your time.
You're alive. Isn't that good? Someone is trying to help you. Isn't that good? You're pretty strong. Isn't that good?
No, no, and maybe.
See? Even a maybe suffices!
....no. Will you go away?
No. Will you come with me?
[Another silence.]
I'm not going to leave, you know. I'm not going until I get some suggestions.
[ooc: purple is Richezza, green is Sync, blue is the door. :D]
Sync! Hey, Sync!
[An exasperated sigh comes from across the room. A pair of black boots come into view as the door slides open.]
What the hell do you want.
We should hang out. Get some food. Beat up Van. Do something fun!
.....no. [Sync slaps the panel controlling the door, shutting it in his face.]
Hey!
[More knocking.]
[Then the door slides open of its own accord, chiming up in an infuriatingly cheerful tone.] HE'S RIGHT, YOU NEED MORE ~FRIENDS~
...
[awkward, slightly surprised silence.]
...W-WELL. YEAH. Yeah, the door's right! You need to open up a bit more. It'd be more fun.
[And another pair of legs comes into view, identifiable by the observant as Richezza's.]
....no, I don't. [The rustle of fabric as he folds his arms over his chest. There is a pause.]
Huh, nice room.
It looks exactly like all the other ones.
...Cleaner than mine, no thanks to my roommate digging for some envelope. B-but anyway! C'mon, it'll be fun! I mean, you can't just mope around and be a downer all the time! ...and expect anything good to happen, ever. Yeah.
...since when did anything good ever happen, anyway? [Sync turns away.] You're wasting your time.
You're alive. Isn't that good? Someone is trying to help you. Isn't that good? You're pretty strong. Isn't that good?
No, no, and maybe.
See? Even a maybe suffices!
....no. Will you go away?
No. Will you come with me?
[Another silence.]
I'm not going to leave, you know. I'm not going until I get some suggestions.
[ooc: purple is Richezza, green is Sync, blue is the door. :D]