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[ jenna could have sworn she was done with being the nearly thirty year old who still gets high in public. but rey had a really big bag. a really. big. bag.

smoking with a vampire is worse for weed hogging than bong hits with michael phelps, news at eleven. at least she's a bit more coherent than her comrades.

the posts starts without ceremony, various limbs belonging to ariadne and rey in the background. ]

All right, we-- [ she flings out an arm, gathering two separate 'oofs' ] have all been here since day one. Day one. And a guy gave Rey a huge bag of weed, and we're not leaving this room until it's all smoked, because this place is the worst second chance invented without the cast of Jersey Shore involved. Seriously--

Wait, what's Jersey Shore? [ that from ariadne. jenna stops, frowning. ]

It's-- Rey, help me out here.

[ rey shakes her head slowly, eyes lidded. ] Can't, I have the same question.

[ jenna wrinkles her nose. ] Okay, it's-- orange people, from New Jersey, who are apparently Italian but really not, and one of them likes pickles and another one peed in a corner of a bar. [ kanye shrug. ] It's classy, appointment TV.

[ after a moment and three equally 'but why' faces, jenna moves on as their self-appointed spokesman. ] Anyway, what happened to boring space? It was like 'oh, I can't find enough hair ties' not 'holy crap, monsters and doom and people leaving'. I liked space better five months ago.

Rey. Rey, Ari. Quick poll-- play along, viewers at home-- did you like space better five months ago.

[ give her a second, what was her point again? ] Right, and people should come help us. And bring food.

Mostly the food, but helping's cool too. Rey's sharing, but only if you come join us in the People's Republic of Berkeley.

[ which would be the common deck on floor one, for the record. ]

Disallowed are: yelling, fighting, non-consensual pantsing, DARE propaganda, and Fig Newtons. Anything else, come on in.

( ooc | SO REY HAS DECREED ALL WEED IS TO BE SMOKED IN THE PARTY ROOM feel free to say your character dropped by, action it out, whatever. all threads viewable to the stoners three by proximity, label it locked otherwise and maybe one of them rolled over or something.

also blue is ari, and green is rey. )

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[It's a good point, but he gets caught up in the single part that was less than factual - ]

I am twenty. I'll be twenty-one in a month!

Miles.

[ dreaded mom voice. ]

Don't be pedantic because I had a brain skip and forgot something, okay? We were actually having a really good talk.

[That's true enough...and now he feels a bit self-conscious because it's perhaps actually a bit childish to get caught up in the difference of a year. But - ]

...Fine. I do hear what you're saying. But like we've discussed before, age is more than a mere number. I've little doubt that I've had more life experience than even Socrates had at my age. Does that not count for anything?

...Miles.

[ listen to yourself, dude. ] Really? Is that the argument you're going to make, 'I've been through more than Socrates'?

[He furrows his brows self-consciously.]

It's...not invalid...so long as one takes into consideration the varying levels of experience at varying points of life. Et cetera.

Miles.

[ mom voice plus first name FOR A THIRD TIME don't make her say it, edgeworth. ]

[Mom Voice finally gets through to him.]

What!

'I have more life experience than Socrates'?

[ seriously dude. ]

I don't mind when you disagree with me, but come on. Tell me that if anyone else ever said that to you, it would end well. You can't, because you wouldn't stand for it.

I'm saying than...young Socrates. I would accept it with that caveat, if it were Socrates at twenty.

What about from... Neal Caffrey. What if old blue eyes said that to you?

[ she network stalks, deal with it. ]

[An immediate frown, but - ]

I would challenge him to prove it. If he proved it, then I'd accept it.

Okay-- so I challenge you to prove it.

[ aaaaaaaaaaaaaand trapped. mom logic rules the day. ]

[He takes in a breath, then swallows.]

I, ah...Well. That's...I don't think that's...anything you want me to go into.

What would you say to Neal, if he said that?

[ not judging, just geeeeeeeently leading. ]

That...in that case, I could not accept his argument as valid.

And so?

[ come on miles, one more itty bitty little step. ]

And so the argument would become moot.

Which means?

[ OKAY MAYBE ONE MORE STEP. ]

That we could not come to any sort of conclusion; in the absence of data, nothing can be done.

Miles.

[ aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand mom voice again. ]

That is all that can be said! That it is inconclusive! In any case, I rather doubt that fool has anything to even talk about.

Do you want me to say it?

[ she's still not judging, just asking. man, the 'how to handle recalcitrant patients' lectures are coming in handy these days. ]

Edited 2012-09-13 05:58 (UTC)

Since I don't know what you're going to say, you will have to.

You're being a hypocrite, Miles. You wouldn't accept an excuse like that from someone else without proof, but instead of admitting that or just talking to me, you're getting defensive and dodging around the issue.

...I'm not mad at you, okay? And you're not wrong, but by your standards if I see you acting in a way I think you could improve, I should say something.

[ tl;dr what's good for the goose better be good for the gander. ]

[It's clear from his voice he's not happy with that.]

I simply...I'm not...I do know things, you know. I'm not like other people my age.

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