1st Match

[player_not_slayer]

[You know what this ship needs? A healthy dose of skepticisism. And denial. Simon doesn't know which is freakier, the goo couch with the liquid, the fact that he’d been naked when he woke up, or the fact that this whole shindig looks like it came out of some retro sci-fi space ship move set.

And what was this jumpsuit man, seriously. At least he'd gotten his phone back.]

Space? Are you fucking kidding me?

Dude, I have seen some dedicated space freaks in my time but what the fuck is this? Do you seriously have holo projectors on every wall or something to make it look all freaky futuristic?

[He’s looking around still, knocking on a wall just to see if it gives off the plasma rainbows that holoscreens tend to give off if poked.]

Look, man. I dunno what you're selling, but I'm not buying, And Kable's not for sale.

[Sadly, waking up in a grav couch completely naked and stumbling out of it to find that he's trapped on a massive spaceship with an additional communicator with strangers is not at all outside the realm of possibility for him....as a video game. The tattoo's very realistic an all, a nice touch, but he's not buying it. He's the player, not the playee, you dig? And if this is some fangirl or-boy out to get his I-Con, that ain't going to fly either.]

[[ooc; Running off to work in a few, will be back to tag 9pm EST!]]

Comments

[andblockbuster]

And there's the "obviously-didn't-drink-the-kool-aid" skepticism I've been looking for. [Although, by this point, Topher has... Kinda worn out every possible theory for this.]

editeeeed

[player_not_slayer]

What, do you buy into it?

[He certainly isn't despite the surfaces he's touching actually coming off as cold metal and the fact that there's no invisible walls where the projections end so far, so at the very least this place has got to be big.]

This all looks set up like a bad RPG. It isn't yours, is it?

[andblockbuster]

I'm still debating it.

[That gets a nervous laugh out of him.] Mine? Nooo- not that I couldn't come up with something like this, but I'm not really a.. MMORPG kinda guy. It's... below my paygrade. [..Although if this was a total fake, it would be somewhere... Above his paygrade, but... Nope. He's gonna be an egomaniac.]

[player_not_slayer]

Below, huh.

[This guy is either full of shit, or kind of a big deal. But as one egocentric nerd to another, Simon's willing to bet the former until proven otherwise. He's seen, and killed, too many big-mouthed assholes online to take someone's proclaimed awesomeness at face value.]

You don't work for Castle then, do you. He's all about the games.This seems like his kind of thing too, with the tech.

What do you do then?

[And why are you here in this so-called game?]

[andblockbuster]

[Topher gives him a flat stare.] I work in cognitive neuroscience with a little dabbling in computer programming. [Pause] And on the DL, my hacking skills are none too shabby. [Another pause] ... Castle what?

[player_not_slayer]

Whoa. Okay then. [Color him a little impressed. But you're still sounding an awful lot like someone Castle'd recruit in a heartbeat]

Castle? Ken Castle? Mega-billionaire scientist dude who made Society and Slayers? Nanotechnology type shit.

[And whoops, had just died rather suddenly and painfully, but he'll forgive you if you don't know that yet even though it was televised on national television as it happened.]

[andblockbuster]

[A bit of a laugh.] And these are things... I should have heard about, 'cause I gotta say... Not ringin' any bells.

[player_not_slayer]

Well yeah. Castle's pretty huge, on the fame scale. Or was, man. [Pause] You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you.

[andblockbuster]

Not even a little.

[player_not_slayer]

Question for you, then.




...Have you been living under a rock?

[andblockbuster]

Four stories underground, actually, but we do get cable down there and your guy hasn't made Forbes.

[player_not_slayer]

Ye-ah he has, man. [Simon might primarily read nudie mags, Guns Weekly, and a few gaming issues, mostly the ones he's been in, but Castle's been in like, every magazine known to man.]

Time, too. And some other shit. Hard to miss him anywhere.

[A beat.] At least, where I'm from.

[Much more of this and he's going to pretend that this is a weird alternate universe dream where Castle doesn't and has never existed.

You know, that idea doesn't sound half bad.]

[andblockbuster]

And you're from... Where exactly?

[player_not_slayer]

Upper Manhattan.

[Thinks a moment] You know, there'd be a common trope popping up right about now about alternate universes, or timelines, or some bullshit like that.

[andblockbuster]

I always thought New York was in a completely different world than Los Angeles. [...yes, that wasn't what he meant, but being a brat is a Topher specialty.]

[player_not_slayer]

[Well it takes a brat to know a brat, dude.]

Must be, if everyone in LA is as lost as you are.

[andblockbuster]

[Snerk] Are we in fifth grade here? I think that was just a little bit above "I know you are, but what am I" on the comeback scale.

[player_not_slayer]

Its a little bit above your mom.

[Okay, that one was on purpose.] Well I guess if you haven't heard of me, or Slayers, or Castle, the mature thing to do would be to introduce myself. Name's Simon.

[andblockbuster]

Burn, dude. [Said in the most deadpan voice ever.] And since I... Agree with all of the above, I guess... I'm Topher.