8.) [video.]

[ijustlivehere]

[Neil is standing near the fountain, watching the insanity of the crowded City unfold.]

So wait... what the hell is going on today?

...No one ever tells me anything.

[ooc: OPEN ACTION, DOUBLES WILL BE WELCOMED, SPOILERS FROM BEYOND MID-BOOK 4 (where this guy's from) ARE ALSO COOL TODAY. BASICALLY EVERYTHING IS OKAY. I'M EXCITED. =D
also: I will be trolling under my personal account, jeilovesyou. As myself. So... that's who that is. If you wondered. Hah.
also also: I KNOW I HAVE A MILLION AND ONE TAGS TO DO, I promise I'll get to it after I have my tea.
AAAAAAAAND ACTION!]

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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Uh, hang on just a sec. [This, too, is an exaggeration. Because it takes him about 45 seconds to finish up his game and look up.]

So uh, good coffee, yeah?

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[Now it's starting to make sense. This is why this whole thing is new. His girlfriend has been a video game.]

Yep.

[Slurp, slurp. Usually guys find it more interesting when she's got something in or near her mouth. He is a guy even if he's nerdy. Or maybe she found a defective one.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Cool.

[He's quiet for a moment, then shifts uncomfortably and rubs at the back of his neck.]

So like... 's there something specific you wanted to talk about, or...?

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

How old are you? What do you like to do? Where do you go to school? How many bases have you run?

[Yes, Neil. She'd like to know the answer to every single one of these.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[This is kind of overwhelming. He tries to remember so he can answer them all in order.]

Uh... twenty-two as of two days ago, gaming and TV mostly, haven't taken any classes since I got teleported here or whatever, and... I'm not really into sports?

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

What else are you into?

[Because nerds come in gay too. She could be barking up the wrong tree.]

Besides gaming and TV.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Books, I guess? Genre stuff. Sci fi and high fantasy, mostly.

[Yeah, no, he's really dense. He's gonna need everything spelled out for him.]

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[Why is this soooo haaaaard? Heavy sigh. She uses the straw to stir the remaining contents of her drink around.]

How interested would you be in making out with me and maybe touching my tits depending how great the lip action is?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

...Holy shit.

[His brain is kind of shutting down.]

...Really?

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

I'm not stuttering.

[Slurp.]

And no se hablo taco bell.

[Oh dear God. Maybe she is ugly.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Holy shit.

[That last part made no sense to him, but... a lot of things don't, so.]

Frak. Yes.

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

Finally.

[A break through! Know what, she's going to take the chance while it all makes sense to him. Consider yourself attacked Neil, lips first.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil is all but paralysed at first, because this kind of thing just doesn't happen to him and he's a little bit in shock-- but he gets enough of a grip on is mental faculties to kiss back, with considerable gusto, after a moment.]

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Not bad. There's enough to work with. So she's putting the moves on him first. Since she's done with her frap it's tossed off somewheres.]

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Hi Neil!

[Hey you two! Have an angel in combat boots, working on a frozen hot chocolate with about a mountain of whipped cream on it.]

Who's your friend?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil pulls back, startled. He'd kinda forgotten they were right out in the open. Have the world's most awkward wave.]

Heeeeey. This is, uh...

[Forgive him. He's not that big of an asshole, he's just kind of disoriented for the moment.]

...Jennifer. Right?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Dulcie is working on subtly. She sticks her straw in her mouth and takes a long sip, giving Jennifer the eye the whole time.]

You new here?

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[What the hell is this? Gossip girl? Jesus.]

Yeah. I'm Jennifer, hi.

[And yes, she'll keep an arm around Neil.]

Did you need Neil for something?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I do actually!

[Dulcie yanks Neil over by his shirt, and yes - she kisses him. A bit aggressively, actually. Afterwords, she links arms with him and grins at Jennifer.]

Nice meeting you!

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[We've gone from a bit disoriented to completely bewildered now. Neil gapes at Dulcie, then looks to Jennifer, shaking is head in a I-don't-know-what-the-hell-is-happening way, and then back to Dulcie questioningly.]

...Whaaaaat the....

[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[Alright, that's it. She was working so hard on getting this like fucking Angelina Jolie. No way. No freaking way. Goddamn and she is thinner, prettier.]

Hands off bitch!

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

The thing is that I'd really prefer it if you didn't eat him. He has a lot of stuff to do in his life first.

So... we'll be seeing you around!

Come on, Neil.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Okay, Neil is coming. But he's still confused on several levels. A hundred or so.]

Wait. Prefer if she didn't what?

[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

I'd really appreciate it if you don't ask any more questions. I've let enough slip already.

Just trust me. That lady - bad news bears.

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[h0ttiefromhell.livejournal.com]

[Forget her. Neil would listen, wouldn't he?]

Neil. Come on.