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Jeff, GoB's, Aug. 2-9
Aug. 9th, 2014 09:03 pmNever mind why someone had left a laptop open on a table in the back room at Jeff's, or why exactly Anders felt compelled to poke at it. (Actually, that mystery wasn't so hard to solve --it kept bleating some song about liking pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, and Anders would have done anything to stop it.) Nevertheless. It wasn't his, and he shouldn't have touched it, and he did, and that's where the trouble started.
When he hit a button, the screen sprang to life and brought with it a list that Anders found of some personal interest. "But wizards had nothing to do with most of these things at all," he muttered, and kept scrolling down. His occasional snorts of disbelief eventually attracted the attention of a short blond man with an accent much like Anders' own.
"What are you being so loud about?" Jack Priest asked nosily (and with some annoyance -- it was coming up on the full moon and he was easy enough to irritate. He didn't want to deal with people talking to their computer screens while he was trying to concentrate on a nice pumpkin muffin.)
Anders pointed to the screen. "Look. These people have absolutely no idea what a wizard is, or what one does, or --"
"It's the internet," a wearier voice chipped in. The brown-skinned girl with wings jutting from beneath the straps of her tank top flipped her chair to face the two men. "Somebody's always wrong. It exists so all the wrong people can hang out together, see?"
And then she leaned past Anders to click on a link to demonstrate and ended up on another page. Alana snorted. "Any of them saw somebody with real green skin, they'd piss their pants." Yet somehow she couldn't stop reading it, the massive amounts of wrongness.
Day turned into night. More coffee and muffins were ordered and consumed, along with the occasional egg salad sandwich or almond croissant. They finally, mercifully, figured out how to stop the pina colada song.
Outside a carnival began. Inside the three kept clicking, screen to screen to screen, reading about and arguing with aliens and wizards and werewolves -- and, along the way, going through a crash course in modern culture (not to mention more than a few edit wars). The owner of the laptop came in, realized he was never getting his property back, sighed, and left.
A week passed.
"We did it," Alana said, sounding subdued but thrilled. "We read the entire thing. We're back on the wizard page."
"And I missed work," Jack said, then blinked. "I missed the full moon."
"...right," Anders said slowly. "Well. I'm going to go back to the dorms before we're all reported missing."
And so the encounter with TV Tropes ended, as our heroes staggered away with limbs sore from underuse and heads newly full of trivia.
[OOC: Establishy. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nookiepowered for the inspiration.]
When he hit a button, the screen sprang to life and brought with it a list that Anders found of some personal interest. "But wizards had nothing to do with most of these things at all," he muttered, and kept scrolling down. His occasional snorts of disbelief eventually attracted the attention of a short blond man with an accent much like Anders' own.
"What are you being so loud about?" Jack Priest asked nosily (and with some annoyance -- it was coming up on the full moon and he was easy enough to irritate. He didn't want to deal with people talking to their computer screens while he was trying to concentrate on a nice pumpkin muffin.)
Anders pointed to the screen. "Look. These people have absolutely no idea what a wizard is, or what one does, or --"
"It's the internet," a wearier voice chipped in. The brown-skinned girl with wings jutting from beneath the straps of her tank top flipped her chair to face the two men. "Somebody's always wrong. It exists so all the wrong people can hang out together, see?"
And then she leaned past Anders to click on a link to demonstrate and ended up on another page. Alana snorted. "Any of them saw somebody with real green skin, they'd piss their pants." Yet somehow she couldn't stop reading it, the massive amounts of wrongness.
Day turned into night. More coffee and muffins were ordered and consumed, along with the occasional egg salad sandwich or almond croissant. They finally, mercifully, figured out how to stop the pina colada song.
Outside a carnival began. Inside the three kept clicking, screen to screen to screen, reading about and arguing with aliens and wizards and werewolves -- and, along the way, going through a crash course in modern culture (not to mention more than a few edit wars). The owner of the laptop came in, realized he was never getting his property back, sighed, and left.
A week passed.
"We did it," Alana said, sounding subdued but thrilled. "We read the entire thing. We're back on the wizard page."
"And I missed work," Jack said, then blinked. "I missed the full moon."
"...right," Anders said slowly. "Well. I'm going to go back to the dorms before we're all reported missing."
And so the encounter with TV Tropes ended, as our heroes staggered away with limbs sore from underuse and heads newly full of trivia.
[OOC: Establishy. Thanks to
nookiepowered for the inspiration.]
