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 Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 12:55 am
It wasn't working. It wasn't working and the entire ******** world was coming to a catastrophic, apocalyptic end.
Her gameboy advance was not working.
These were dark times. Now she was truly alone, and truly bored. Luckily the games seemed to survive- no malfunctions there. They were safely tucked away in one of her drawers, practically guarded by lock and key. The gameboy, however, was not so lucky. The moment she'd turned it on, the thing shorted and quit on her. Had it been back in her hometown she would've just taken it to a repair shop or a specialist, but here? Where did one even take broken electronics?
So instead she'd plopped herself down in the dorm lounge, fiddling with a screwdriver and the back of the case, attempting to get it open to examine the insides. What she planned to do after that was a mystery. After all, Chel only messed around with the coding of games, not the hardware. Damn she wished she'd looked into this stuff more before leaving.
"s**t, please don't be dead pinky," she grumped. "You were dunked in the pool one time. How can you survive that but not this??" Chel also thought the dorm lounge was very, very empty.sosiqui i started the thing i hope thats okay ;;
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 4:14 pm
Crispin occasionally spent time in the dorm lounge - it was a habit he'd picked up in his slightly less than one year of college, just as a sort of survival mechanism against being in his room all the time. This time, he had a slim volume called A Beginner's Guide to Runic Tech. It had snarky notes in the margins, author unknown, that were almost more interesting than the actual text. When he arrived, he was vaguely surprised to see someone else already there, and even more surprised to see she had a gameboy. And she looked frustrated - Oh. Oh dear. Crispin sighed the sigh of a man who has lost the entirety of his save games. "Hey - what's up?" he asked, tentatively taking a seat across from the pink-haired girl. "Trouble?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 3:12 pm
When the back finally popped open, Chel was greeted with a puff of smoke and a painful sputtering noise. That was never a good sign. Gameboys didn't even emit smoke when they broke. That was the stuff of movies and jokes.
A voice broke the quiet concentration she'd built up. "Er. Yeah kinda. Probably not something you'd know how to fix." She then looked up and saw Crispin's (no offense intended, of course) rather nerdy exterior and thought twice. "Nerd alert. Maybe you would."
She held the broken pieces up and said, "It was working fine 'til I got here. It just ... stopped. I'm thinking maybe all the moving around it might've smashed up or something?" She scratched the side of her head, thoroughly baffled. "No clue."
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 7:08 pm
Crispin drew back when she said he wouldn't know how to fix it. "Madam, you wound me," he said, in a mock-offended tone... only to duck his head sheepishly when she called out her nerd alert. "Just a little bit. I prefer 'geek', though." At her full explanation, he let out a wry, commiserating sigh. "Yeah... well, you're right, I don't know how to fix it, but not because I don't know my way around a Game Boy. Normal electronics don't work here. Something in the wards, or the runic tech itself... electromagnetic fields just chew the s**t out of everything and... bam." He shook his head. "Just... don't ask me about everything I had to leave behind. Hours and hours of my life, so carefully preserved in save file form... all gone." More like days and days, but who was counting? Other than Crispin, that is.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 1:34 pm
"Hey it wasn't an insult man. I'm the one sitting here trying to fix a gameboy." She gave him a cheshire grin, clearly happy to have met one of her own kind. Sure she didn't flaunt her nerdiness as openly as Crispin, but Chel wasn't the type to discriminate. She liked making friends with everybody, and that meant everybody.
Hearing his war story, Chelsea couldn't help but throwing a consoling hand out to pat him on the shoulder. "Good god that sucks man. I brought my handhelds with me, but the xbox had to stay at home. Sad day for Bessie."
Setting the gameboy down, she looked at him and said, "So let me get this straight. No matter what we do, electronics just fizz out on this island?" She scratched her head. Did that make them like amish or something?? "God I should've never signed up then!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:52 pm
"Yeeeah, nobody told me I'd have to sacrifice my collection," Crispin said, with an expression that pretty well matched hers. "Save the world, they said. Be a hero. They didn't say I couldn't bring my computer." He shook his head sadly, then held out a hand. "I'm Crispin. Moon division. And this is Shaiming," he added, fumbling his weapon's totem form out of his pocket with his free hand - it looked like an orb of glass with an enameled Asian dragon coiled around it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:11 pm
"But like ... how do the lights work then? And how the ******** do we make food?" Chelsea thought back to her girlscout-ing days (which had quite literally been days as she'd dropped it after the first two meetings), and recalled absolutely nothing about how to cook food over a campfire. Beans in a can she could manage, but that wasn't food for living. "Are we supposed to hunt it with our weapons .... is that why they gave us pointy sticks?"
She gladly met his hand, albeit with confusion still ridden on her face. "Name's Chelsea, I think I'm uh ... Sun? Friend's call me Chel. Like uh. Portal?" There was a slight glimmer of expectation for Crispin to understand the reference.
As he held up the tiny orb, Chel couldn't help but be a little weirded out. He kept a tiny plastic dragon, which he named ... and then introduced to people? Chelsea couldn't suppress the look of utter pity and confusion. It took her more than a few moments to realize that must have been his weapon. "Ohhh it's your little brain worm. Neato. Mine's named Tenebrae."
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