Interdimensional Cable

[westfallcorndog]

Today in the forum, someone has set up a techno-pile of video gadgetry. At the heart of it is a television, and an old one at that. The screen is large enough, but it sits in a retro wooden fixture that gives it the appearance more of furniture than of an entertainment system. All the better for it to hold the weight of a number of video-playing devices from across the ages and dimensions.

On either side of the pile of plastic boxes and tangled wires stacked on top are a set of outdoor lounge chairs. One, sat up like a chair, is empty. The other, fully reclined, is full of a whole lotta dead dude. It’s Harrowheart, who can’t possibly understand the vast majority of what he’s lying next to, a lit cigarette between his lips and his arms dangling off the chair and onto the grass. His floating hands are hard at work twisting knobs and pounding on the top of the television. Now and then the screen flickers with a hint of a signal.

Without spending the energy to lift his head, Harrow calls out to any passers-by, “Hey! What’s your favorite movie? People keep tellin’ me about ‘em, but I ain't ever seen one. I wanna find a good one and invite everyone over to watch it. Help me pick one out, will ya? And if y’ain’t ever seen a movie either… I dunno, weigh in on someone else’s recommendation?”

(( OOC Info: I want to stream a movie in-character! I love streaming movies, usually it’s a really good time for everyone involved. I’ve never done one IC, but I think this is a great opportunity to start. I’ll take any and all IC movie recommendations (real movies only!) and by next Wednesday I’ll try to decide which one we watch. The better your character talks it up, the better its chance! I’m shooting for next Saturday the 21st at around 8 or 9pm Eastern for a start time, but I’m going to be flexible if people know they can’t make it. I want as many people to be able to enjoy this as possible! If you’re interested in the idea or have any questions shoot me a PM and I’ll PM you back with answers and details and remember to get back to you when the movie and time are decided. ))

Comments

[protolawyer]

"As a guy with a big head, I'm a little conscious of peeps eating what's inside them. If you guys trade lobe recipes and have a stir fry night, do it when I'm in court. I want no part of this shit." You're all barbarians; why can't you just eat take-out or milk-flavoured Protostar rations like the rest of us normal people?

[protolackey]

Neirin chuckles both at 'cuke-head' and at Shark's response. He gives the small boss another pap on his big head, and a fond glance as well. Neirin is awfully friendly for a simple employee...

Anyways, he turns to Harrow to chat Undead Things.

"Well, it's sort of a finicky line to draw. My bodily functions are slowed or altered to a point where I can't confidently say I am a wholly alive being, but at the same time I haven't died yet, either. And you say you're a product of necromancy, eh? It must be pretty advanced where you come from. Funny how that cravin' for brains sticks around either way?! Haha, I am kidding. Who decided on that stereotype anyhow? A good grilled steak is MY ideal meal. Hell if I know how to make a brain puddin'."

[westfallcorndog]

"Wh-what? Man, you got me all stoked for brain pudding and you can't even make it!" He laughs and swats playfully at Neirin's arm. "Probably for the best. If I really start to like it, there ain't no way to explain that one to the breathers. I'm content bein' a sausage and potatoes kinda guy."

He glances at the porn-o-tron, finds it interesting for 15 or 20 seconds, and then it's back to Neirin. Why oggle 2D lizardmen when there's a 3D dead elf right there? "Did your people have movies before science fucked y'up? What'd y'all watch?"

[protolackey]

"Yeah, it's pretty good, but if you say 'hey i can make a mean brain pudding', well, it's not like regular people trust us enough as is. I think my sister can make it..."

He watches the screen a bit, remembers this part being boring, then looks back to Harrow.

"I was only a little kid when the Contagion first broke out. I'm not sure if I watched anything I really liked. My mum was an opera singer though. I always liked music. I'm in a band! I play the guitar and I sing rock and roll. Do they got music like that where you're from?"

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[westfallcorndog]

"Rock? Yeah, but it's nothin' to write home about. We got one band with, what. Five songs? Cornier than a farmer's turds in Fall. I get the feeling it'd be better where you come from. Can you sing somethin' for me and the green machine, or do you need a beat in the background?"

Harrow points at Shark and says, "Yo, your little electric clipboard, that thing got any jams on it? Give this guy a beat and let's hear him sing."

Sing, Neirin, with the sounds of the TV's grunty lovemaking as your chorus.

[protolawyer]

"Psshhh. I don't need THIS to drop a beat." Shark tucks the datachron away inside his jacket and points at Neirin. "You. The one we heard the other day while cruisin' this dumb hole. Let's do this."

And cupping his gloved hands around his mouth, he proceeds to indeed drop a beat. Shark is a man of many templates talents and beatboxing is among them, apparently. Boots n Cats.