Truthplot or Dare [Dated to June 10/11]

[noonelaughed]

It's a fuckin' brilliant idea, it is.

It's not as if Chris has been planning it for long at all; it's just an idea he's come up with. Of course, the last time he went camping with his mates, Michelle's sister's car had ended up in the sea and Maxxie's stalker had shown up and had been shagging Anwar. Mostly, Chris had just been happy someone had

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[notaparker]

Now, the way this exercise generally works, you deceive someone into clicking on the link, but since I can't do that -- and she specified with the entire routine, so I can't just slip it into conversation -- I figure I'll just launch into it in the middle of saying something else.

"Well, I just thought I'd come over, see how you're doing, since-" and here we go. Don't give myself time to think about it, that's the ticket. Just like busting out Walk the Dinosaur, same deal.

Only that was off-the-cuff with a couple of friends, this is slightly more crowded. Maybe not everyone's watching.

"-We're no strangers to love," I sing. My singing voice is not particularly impressive, but I like to think the higher pitch and such make it a little more livable than Pete's.

Like to think does not imply it's the truth, I am aware of this.

My Rick Astley dancing, however, is damned fine. I can Astley with the best of them. "You know the rules, and so - do - I. A full commitments what I'm thinking of, you wouldn't get this from any other guy.

[floozyfacade]

"Wait," Olive says as she ventures over, her hands coming to rest on Eduardo's shoulder, "you don't know what a lolcat is? Jesus, you are ol- Jessica, Jessica, is that the walrus?" She bounces, grinning. "What the hell, I can't believe you drew the bucketless walrus. Or that I'm excited about that."

[notaparker]

"Goo goo g'joob," I intone, as formally as I can around the grin. "Sitting around in my underwear drawing memes, truly, I am the coolest girl in school. I'm pretty happy you got it from that, though, that makes it all- although, I did label it."

Damn my habitual application of proper labeling!

[pointzerothree]

"Hey, I can't help it that I come from all the way back in the dark ages of 2004," Eduardo protests, batting at Olive's hand with no real intention to get it off his shoulder. "Internet memes were just beginning to... evolve, or some shit like that, I don't know. We weren't ready for this, this level of sophistication yet."

[floozyfacade]

"The cat!" Olive ducks around Eduardo to sit next to him, clapping her hands. "Oh my God, he just wants a cheeseburger," she says, "and now so do I. Aww, you know he only has three legs, right? But still so cute. And yes, yes, it's true -" She glances up at Eduardo. "Extremely sophisticated. I don't know how you lived through such a dark and trying time."

[notaparker]

"Did you even have youtube? Am I going to have to dare Olive to do, like, that kid after the dentist?" I say, looking up sharply as the idea occurs to me, and then over to Olive as she besmirches my art. "Hey, hey... yeah, he's a very special cat, okay. He's a lil battler. Or... a mermaid cat."

[pointzerothree]

"What the hell is youtube?" Eduardo asks, brows furrowing and nose wrinkling in confusion. It's nothing he's ever heard of, that's for sure, which means he has to predate it; he might not be the most internet-savvy, but if it were anything remotely important, he'd at least have heard of it, when his friends were nothing but. (He was almost important in that world. It's easier now than it was before, but it still makes him swallow heavily.) "And what does it have to do with a kid at the dentist?"

[floozyfacade]

"I prefer mermaid cat," Olive says, and she means it entirely, but the realization that her boyfriend doesn't know what YouTube is distracts her from further comment on her artistic preferences. "You're serious. Are you serious? Oh my God, Eduardo. Wait, YouTube didn't exist in 2004? God, I feel like it's been around my whole life. It's, uh... a website where you can upload videos for other people to watch."

[notaparker]

Very special cats has reminded me that I've left out some vital parts of the essential education, so I'm busy correcting this as Olive explains youtube.

"It's... yeah. Like America's Funniest Home Videos, I guess, except without Bob Saget doing bad voiceovers. Well, he may have a web-series, I don't know, everyone else does," I add to her explanation, scrubbing out my first two attempts with my foot. Man, this one is hard.

The last attempt is better, but then I get almost the whole way through the caption and realize this may kinda not be exactly the same as the internet version in that I am right next to the people I am showing this to.

I skip to the label and hesitate as to whether to go back and finish it off.

Oh, poor choice of words, really poor choice of words.

[pointzerothree]

"No, it did not exist yet in 2004," Eduardo replies with a shake of his head, letting out a laugh, though it's just slightly strained. He can't help it when he, once again, is the one on the outside. This is all in fun, though, and it's still the most of it he's had all night, evident in his easy smile as he reaches out to tap Olive's nose with his index finger. "We're talking way, way back, remember? We were still for college students only; you wouldn't have even been able to sign up yet."

Why he doesn't specify the website's name when both she and Jessica know about his history, he doesn't know, but it seems easier not to draw that kind of attention to himself, not to make this about his past. He doesn't dwell on it, anyway, turning instead to Jessica's newest drawing with no small amount of curiosity.

"Awww, look at its little face," he says, ready to deny that he'd be cooing, or anything of the sort. It's only a moment, though, before he looks up at Jessica again. "So what is, uh, ceiling cat watching?"

[floozyfacade]

"I would rather we not continue to dwell on the year," Olive points out, "on grounds of it's weird and I wouldn't have been able to sign up even if it had been for high school students, and we were talking about videos anyway so -"

She's more than content to have her attention drawn away, though, because the age difference is only disturbing in light of actual years, and anyway, this latest masterwork is an act of genius. She claps her hands over her mouth to hold in the shriek of laughter, both at the art itself and Jessica's apparent reluctance over finishing the phrase, hesitation she doesn't wholly share. "Perfection," she declares, hands raising. "Wow, he really is watching, those eyes are huge, that is... it's perfect. He's, uh, he's watch you masturbate, that's what he's doing. Wow, I miss the internet."

[notaparker]

No reason to get weird, Jess, you have been fine with the sitting around in your underwear thing, as discussed, you're entirely covered up, this does not make it any more awkward. They're just, you know, words and things.

Guess that solves my dilemma, anyway!

"...that is, yes, thank you, Olive," I say, choosing to carefully stare straight ahead for the moment, not that I am suddenly momentarily embarrassed or anything. "God, I know, though, right? There's probably a whole new set of references by now. Someone's going to show up from later and make us feel as behind as poor Eduardus."

[pointzerothree]

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Eduardo says with a dismissive wave of one hand, an obvious joke, though it's more than a little true. He's pretty sure it's just his lot in life, to be always left behind, struggling to catch up. With this, it's milder than it has been in most other things, and at least the two of them are nice about it, actually enjoying (as far as he can tell) filling him in on things he's missed.

He can't even bring himself to be embarrassed at the description at, mostly because it isn't like Olive doesn't know he's done it. Jessica, okay, that's a slightly different matter, but still not worth getting flustered over when this isn't even pertaining to a specific person in the first place. "So that's what ceiling cat does. That's... interesting. Any reason?"

[floozyfacade]

"Uh, 'cause Ceiling Cat's a perv," Olive says deadpan. "And then there's -" She sticks her tongue between her teeth and sucks in a breath, reaching for a stick so she can make a quick sketch of her own, talking as she goes. "Basement Cat, his arch-nemesis. Weirdly enough, he doesn't watch you, he just... eats souls, but you know, I guess 'cause Ceiling Cat is judging you, he's kind of an asshole like that."

Okay, so it's all a little ridiculous, but she prefers this kind of geekiness to getting upset and running off into woods, which seems to be a running theme for the night.

[notaparker]

"Oh, man, that is the best representation," I say, leaning over to peer closer at it as she finishes up. As a bonus, eating souls is less awkward to discuss, an all around successful choice on Olive's part. "It's like he has a mask. Very Phantom of the Opera, he even looks like he's pounding on his organ."

...okay, that could have been phrased better. The musical instrument, obviously.

"Um, so it's kind of a pantheon? Basement Cat as the devil, because, you know, downwards."

[pointzerothree]

"A pantheon of cats?" Eduardo asks, stifling a laugh as he shakes his head. He isn't entirely sure he gets it, but he also isn't sure that's the point; either way, it's pretty hilarious. "I think you're referencing the wrong musical, then, Drew."

He's never really been one for musical theatre, but Dustin went through a phase after raiding Chris' iPod and finding a few cast recordings on there. Eduardo doesn't think he'll ever rid his brain of the memory of Dustin screeching "Memory" off-key in the middle of the night.