Shooting at Aliens (Open)

[outta_this_army]

Grif's been having a hard time sleeping, but that's not news. Everbody's been having a hard time sleeping. It bothers him, because the more time he spends awake the more time he spends thinking about it and the more geeked up he gets over it, and the more tired he is and the worse the dreams are. It's a vicious cycle, and he can't figure out a way

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[stickyboots]

Peter's doing his trademark 'ohai just hanging from the ceiling next to your ear' routine, one of the controllers in his hand and searching vainly for the P2 START button.

"Dude, my super nintendo doesn't have half these buttons..."

[outta_this_army]

Grif registers that there is somebody next to him, quite close, talking to him but is not quite aware enough to pick out the details of such.

"Center button turns it on. It'll split the screen and let you jump in. Right trigger's shoot, left trigger's run. Click the right stick to jump, left to duck. X is jump, B's grenades, A is specials, and Right Bumper's reload," he rattles off the more important parts of the control scheme as he continues the fight.

He'd ordinarily complain about somebody stealing screenspace, but he's too busy at the controls and wouldn't mind some help right now anyway.

[stickyboots]

For a guy who's playing upside down, he picks it up fairly quickly. He plays in silence for a while before saying, "So we must've done something pretty heinous to get this many space gribblies all worked up."

Yeah, we've got a talker.

[outta_this_army]

"I think we blew up a couple a' their ships or something and they got pissed. I can't tell," Grif replies. He's managed to pull enough of his attention off to one side to talk back, in a kind of half-thought-out sort of way.

[shes_intense]

Brenda had been thinking Mariokart when she came in but hey, she wasn't bad at FPS. She dropped herself into a seat next to Grif and watched him for a minute, waiting for something resembling a lull before going.

"Hey, can I play?"

[outta_this_army]

"Sure," he says, not looking up but recognizing Brenda's voice.

"I got it on Ultra so watch out. You know the controls?"

He figures it's just safe to assume that nobody does. Nobody here seems to know things anyway, even the people from his own universe.

[shes_intense]

"No but I'll wing it." She replies, grabbing up a controller and dealing herself in, waiting for Grif to split screen it for her before plowing into the fray.

The controls are a little goofy but nothing too bad and she figures out the basics pretty quick. Her health bar goes down faster than his does and she digs into her allotted respawns a few times at the start but she's hanging in there by the skin of her teeth.

"What IS this game anyway?

[outta_this_army]

"I don't actually know, I found it," he says. "But it's kind of awesome and I've been practicing."

Because he totally, totally doesn't have better things to be doing. Like, say, training or contributing to everyone's survival chances. Right, Grif?

[bonk_you_up]

"What the hell is this?" Scout has found a controller and is looking at it strangely. This is way beyond entertainment in the late 1960s.

[outta_this_army]

"A video game. Of awesome." Grif replies without looking. Clickity clickity clickity goes the controller. Grif's kind of got a problem with selective attention to details sometimes, while he's picked up that the Scout is a bit more old fashioned than himself it doesn't really register in his head that his roomie might not recognize this.

[bonk_you_up]

"A vidyawhatsit? Gonna have to be more specific, dude."

Seriously, his time doesn't have Pong yet.

[outta_this_army]

"A video game. What, they don't have video games where you're from?"

That's mostly meant to be sarcastic. He has no idea this is the case. Grif is clearly very awesome when it comes to observation skills.