video; not even encrypted because who cares that's why

[cons]

[ back in Zombieland, when things got incredibly boring or incredibly scary, Wichita and Little Rock played the same few games to keep themselves occupied or distracted, and right now she's ( not only fiercely missing her sister, but ) in the mood for some distraction from the scary. and getting a little fuzzy on cheap cooking wine isn't cutting it today. so she flicks on her network device, clears her throat, and starts to ramble. ]

I've got three games I'm gonna throw out there, and somebody better play or I'll completely lose faith in this ship being able to get over all the bullshit that goes on around here. [ says the girl that's holding onto a notebook of drawings that she has no right to keep, but well who the hell asked you ]

Okay.

Game one!
Would you rather: only speak in questions, or only be able to yell everything you say?

Game two!
Two Truths and One Lie:
1) I've never blacked out from alcohol or whatever the hell else.
2) I can name almost any film just by a single quote.
3) I don't believe in love.

Game three!

--Here's the big one, people.

Truth or Dare.

[ she's nodding really big here, eyes wide, because oh yeah she knows how offering to play Truth or Dare with some of these people is like offering to completely ruin your own life, willingly, but well. ]

And nobody give me any of that "those are kid games" crap. You can either play or not play, but I gotta say, if you don't play, you're a goober. And I'll call you that. I will call you a goober. [ her mock-serious expression breaks a little so she can give the camera an honest(ish) smile, letting them know it's ridiculous, but godfreakingdamnit she needs ridiculous right now. she needs it. and she's pretty sure some of you sticks-in-the-mud need it to. ] Game on, Tranquility.

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

Onomatopoetically, an idiot or something of the like.

[cons]

[ facepalm ]

I was trying to give you the opportunity to make it a positive word. It could have meant... Someone who's intelligent! Or clever. Or attractive, or witty, or good at tying shoes. And you pick an idiot.

[jurisimpudent]

[He frowns and crosses his arms.]

I was going by the onomotopoeia. One could not possibly assume that "tweep" means - those things.

[cons]

Why not? Onomatopoeia isn't the end-all, be-all for... words.

[jurisimpudent]

Just logically, that's...Ugh. Fine. Then tweep means...moderately hard-working.

[cons]

[ wiiince ]

You really are kind of a goober.

[jurisimpudent]

Excuse me!

[cons]

Moderately hard-working.

[jurisimpudent]

...Indeed. In the interest of accuracy.

[cons]

It's boring. [ pokepokepoke ]

[jurisimpudent]

It's a decidedly positive quality.

[cons]

Moderately positive, I guess.

[jurisimpudent]

...Positive, in any case. And therefore flattering. In any case, if I were applying the word to you, that wouldn't be the definition.

[cons]

No? What would it be?

[jurisimpudent]

I don't know. [He frowns slightly, self-conscious.] Extremely...lively?

[cons]

Aw. That's kinda sweet. Maybe you're not such a tweep.

[ eeehehehe ]

[jurisimpudent]

All right -

[Peevishly:]

First, I don't ever do anything sweet, so stop thinking that. It's just factual.

[cons]

Sure thing.

[jurisimpudent]

Second, I thought a thweep was supposed to be a good thing.