001: Group Introductions - TEXT

[tarnishedavenger]

[During a lull in the party, Armstrong taps out a quick message to the network. Not that private one, he doesn't trust it. They can answer whenever they like, so long as he gets an answer. The trick would be wording it.]

So, we're all in this for now. You've had your welcome cake, but you can't meet everyone in a party, no matter how hard you try. But, since we've all been encouraged to sign up with Jorgmund, I figured now would be a good time to get some introductions done. Talk about any specialties we might have.

Share information that we feel comfortable sharing. This isn't to pressure anyone or to force out any dark secrets.

[Not where watchful eyes can see, at least.]

Besides, I prefer doing this to making a cute information sharing game.

So, please, make your own threads within this post to keep everything organized.

Comments

Re: AMA - text

[credit_not_blame]

What's a slap bracelet?

[don't mind Stacia, she's just here to tease an Old People.]

[stickypete]

Don't even pretend you don't know. You're just trying to get me to launch into an embarassing "Back in my day..."

I know a trap when I see one.

[credit_not_blame]

Is it a 90's thing? Because that's before I was born.

[turntex]

oh my god how old are you

[stickypete]

It might take her some time to answer. These comms are big and clunky and toddlers don't have great motor skills.

[turntex]

careful throwing stones around that glass house
boomers arent exactly known for their command of basic technology

[stickypete]

Back off man, I'm a scientist.

[And thank you for that set up.]

[credit_not_blame]

Are you concerned you got rescued by an elementary schooler? If so: relax, time guy, I'm seventeen.

[turntex]

listen have a little faith i wanted to make sure these assholes hadnt dragged in an especially precocious toddler
pretty sure thatd be breaking some labor laws
the earth calendar came to an abrupt halt in the year 2009 where im from so you understand the concern
should have guessed there was alt universe time fuckery at work though

[credit_not_blame]

I suppose that's fair, all things considered.

Yeah, it's 2017 where I am. World keeps trucking along, although apparently into four pieces that got smashed back together a few years ago? IDK, people have tried to explain it to me, but things get twisty and weird and I think reality got rebooted a little?

[stickypete]

Listen, I have an ironclad rule when it comes to online discussions and it's that you shouldn't ever get in petty arguments with a fetus. It's unbalanced and unfair, bordering on cruel.

[credit_not_blame]

Who's arguing? I just want to hear about all of the cool tricks you had to learn to keep yourself entertained while you were waiting for the internet to be invented. Like hoop-and-stick, or cassette players.

[stickypete]

Don't you dare besmirch the name of hoop-and-stick. That was a classic.

You young'uns just don't know how to appreciate the simple things. Need all the beepity boop machines and pretty lights to stay entertained.

[Says someone who loved computers and who had played him some old school 8 and 16 bit as a teen.]

Back in my day all we needed was a dirt pile. We'd play a good old fashioned game of Pile O' Dirt.

[credit_not_blame]

And pogs, whatever those are.

Still, it must have been sad when you had to abandon a favorite dirt pile because a saber-toothed tiger used it as a cat box :(

[likeits1999]

shit now i feel old too

[cachedout]

I have no idea what you're talking about either. You have no choice but to explain. We've got you from both sides here, Sticky Ben.

[stickypete]

If you make "Sticky Ben" a thing next time you need something fixed I'm going to install a stereo and some lights from an electronic disco ball.

You'll work perfectly fine but never be allowed to stop raving.

oontz oontz oontz oontz

[cachedout]

What's that, Sticky? Can't hear you over those incomprehensible dinosaur noises you're making.

[ Welcome to Cayde friendship, Peter. It's like the splash zone for companionable dunking. ]

I bet I could make it work if you tell me what a disco ball is first.

[stickypete]

Nope, inherently tacky. You'd be an eternal fashion disaster.

[cachedout]

You've never seen anything that could be described as part of my fashion sense.

[credit_not_blame]

That's a mean thing to say to someone who just wants to know what a slap bracelet is.





Sticky Ben.

[passifloraincarnata]

(´～ヾ) I, also, want to know what a slap bracelet is ...

[cachedout]

I am being cruelly and unjustly denied critical information.

[partiallysquirrelblood]

♪Sticky Ben, Sticky Ben,
Crawl on walls? Yes he can.
Probably not a great rhyme,
Might do better with more time.
Look out, here comes Sticky Ben♪

Video

[walkingballpit]

[ Some things are wasted on text. Robbie starts with Doreen’s verse, because no one lives in New York and doesn’t pick up the whole thing, and just pushes right on through to the end.

He doesn’t have the best voice, but he’s on pitch and has enthusiasm to spare. The finger snapping straight out of West Side Story is a nice touch. Keeps it jazzy. ]

Will he stick? Listen bud, he’s got crazy glue in his blood.
Can he stick ‘bove the bed? Get him wet and go ahead
Toss him! There splats ol’ Sticky Ben.

Chewing gum, caramel, hands coated all the time
Paste-Pot Pete’s so jel - his adhesive’s sublime!


Sticky Ben, Sticky Ben, friendly glutinous Sticky Ben.
Healthy food, he ignores, dimples are his reward.
Look out! Make room for Sticky Ben.

[ And an ad-lib to button it, cause he doesn’t want to repeat the last verse and remember what he did. ]

Oooh yeeeeah, stickin’ with Sticky Beeen!

Thank you, Rigland! And - scene!