Quentin (
heatherandsteel) wrote in
milliways_bar2015-01-08 05:40 pm
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Talking with Autor and Bonnie about the Milliscouts has Quentin wondering about what kinds of video games Bar might have. At the counter, he's in jeans and a t-shirt and having a conversation by napkin about consoles and what games might work.
After about fifteen minutes of napkins, he has two different consoles, a Wii and something that seems to be like an XBox but from another world, Bar said it was better. He also has a collection of games, a bag of potato chips and some soda, the process of balancing it all requires thought but he makes his way to the couches without spilling anything.
Along the way, he looks far too graceful as he just misses various seats and then he starts the process of figuring out how to set it all up.
Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)
OOC: Catch him at the counter, walking to the couches or setting up.
After about fifteen minutes of napkins, he has two different consoles, a Wii and something that seems to be like an XBox but from another world, Bar said it was better. He also has a collection of games, a bag of potato chips and some soda, the process of balancing it all requires thought but he makes his way to the couches without spilling anything.
Along the way, he looks far too graceful as he just misses various seats and then he starts the process of figuring out how to set it all up.
Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)
OOC: Catch him at the counter, walking to the couches or setting up.

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The cable seems to be the right color but the shape is wrong, this other console is weird. Its similar to what he knows but also off, if he didn't know better he'd think a Fae built it.
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"I take it you're not much of a gamer?"
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Quentin gives her a look, its a teenager combined with centuries of noble breeding, "Yes, I'm a gamer. This console is almost like an XBox but its not."
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Slowly he leans back and hands over the case of the fighting game for the console, the name is 'Duel of the Fates' and the cover has characters who aren't human. That's normal for a video game but the name of the company is Shere and the logo looks like a claw mark.
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He is the stealthiest war dog in the multiverse.
Really.
"Liranan!"
Nothing escapes the eye of Ysalwen. Nothing.
"I'm sorry, Quentin. I hope he's not trying to steal anything important."
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"I'm not sure he's going to care about that."
In fact she's sure Liranan doesn't give a damn.
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"Potato chips aren't for dogs."
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Liranan barks, then whines, just a little.
But he wants the loud crunchy bag. It could be fun!
"Potato -- chips?"
What?
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Slowly for maximum effect, he opens up the bag and offers it to Ysalwen, they're sour cream and onion chips with ruffles.
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Her nose wrinkles.
That, of course, is when Liranan leaps up and attempts to make off with the bag.
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It's a few more bags of junk food and another bottle of soda away from being a 10 year old's kind of party.
"May I play too?"
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It doesn't take long before the kid is slowly making his way back, dragging the bean bag behind him, with the 2 liter bottle of god-know-what soda under an arm, and a purple glittery plastic grocery bag full of snacks hanging from his mouth.
He hasn't caught Enzo to really play any games with, and well...sprites and video games are a weird thing.
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They range from Mario Cart Racing to strange and pretty covers and Quentin opens the chips he got.
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And it gives him a chance to see if those things might exist in the Garage later.
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Maybe the Luidaeg would like them, she likes weird combinations and he reaches over to set up the game, handing Tyler a controller.
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