Picky Minch (
imjustpicky) wrote2011-11-07 12:47 pm
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03 - Just One More Level? Please?
[Action A - 7132 Brooks Lane, Morning]
[Having heard in passing that people were getting stuff back in the mail, Picky was anxious to check his own mail to see what he'd be getting. Monday morning he volunteered to bring in the mail, and atop the usual bills and flyers was a box with "Picky Minch" written on it.
...the town didn't seem to care that he had been going by a different name. Huh.
But never mind that. A box! A box for him! He scooted back inside, set all of the mail down on the table by the front door, and hastily tore his package open.]
Hey! My Game Boy!
[And it was his, not just any dumb Game Boy plucked off a shelf. It had a scuff and dent on the bottom from when he dropped it, and it had the sticker over the battery cover that he had put there himself. And it was real, because when he flicked it on, the little red light lit up and the green-yellow screen powered on, and the "ding!" of a proper start-up sounded. Followed immediately by the first few strains of the Tetris title screen music.
...he shook the box out to see if any other games were included, but alas, none were. Still, Tetris was pretty good. And he really should play a little, to make sure that it worked properly... Someone's probably going to have to shoo him out the door to get him to go to school.]
[Action B - Mayfield Elementary School]
[Class has gotten dull, and Picky is no longer paying attention. He has his Game Boy on, volume turned down, tucked partway beneath his desk. He won't get caught, right? No one's paying attention, right?]
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[Lunchtime isn't much different. Rather than concern himself with peanut butter sandwiches and classmates, he's off at a table by himself, not eating, determined to get past level 4. That's where he's been stuck at this past while. It just gets so fast...]
[Action C - The Park, Afternoon]
[You know what happens when you play with your Game Boy all day? The one that had the same batteries in it from the before, that you haven't replaced in a while? The batteries run out.
Picky is on a bench in the park, manipulating those Tetris blocks, just about to get to level 6 when the dim red light finally flickers out. He starts, lifts his head, holds the Game Boy out in front of him, and then gets upset.]
Drat!
[Phone - Early Evening]
So, uh... hey. Does anyone know if you can get double-A batteries in this place? Or, or even better, does someone have a charger for a Game Boy?
It, uh, might be easier to get the batteries, but... but I've gotta ask.
[Having heard in passing that people were getting stuff back in the mail, Picky was anxious to check his own mail to see what he'd be getting. Monday morning he volunteered to bring in the mail, and atop the usual bills and flyers was a box with "Picky Minch" written on it.
...the town didn't seem to care that he had been going by a different name. Huh.
But never mind that. A box! A box for him! He scooted back inside, set all of the mail down on the table by the front door, and hastily tore his package open.]
Hey! My Game Boy!
[And it was his, not just any dumb Game Boy plucked off a shelf. It had a scuff and dent on the bottom from when he dropped it, and it had the sticker over the battery cover that he had put there himself. And it was real, because when he flicked it on, the little red light lit up and the green-yellow screen powered on, and the "ding!" of a proper start-up sounded. Followed immediately by the first few strains of the Tetris title screen music.
...he shook the box out to see if any other games were included, but alas, none were. Still, Tetris was pretty good. And he really should play a little, to make sure that it worked properly... Someone's probably going to have to shoo him out the door to get him to go to school.]
[Action B - Mayfield Elementary School]
[Class has gotten dull, and Picky is no longer paying attention. He has his Game Boy on, volume turned down, tucked partway beneath his desk. He won't get caught, right? No one's paying attention, right?]
---
[Lunchtime isn't much different. Rather than concern himself with peanut butter sandwiches and classmates, he's off at a table by himself, not eating, determined to get past level 4. That's where he's been stuck at this past while. It just gets so fast...]
[Action C - The Park, Afternoon]
[You know what happens when you play with your Game Boy all day? The one that had the same batteries in it from the before, that you haven't replaced in a while? The batteries run out.
Picky is on a bench in the park, manipulating those Tetris blocks, just about to get to level 6 when the dim red light finally flickers out. He starts, lifts his head, holds the Game Boy out in front of him, and then gets upset.]
Drat!
[Phone - Early Evening]
So, uh... hey. Does anyone know if you can get double-A batteries in this place? Or, or even better, does someone have a charger for a Game Boy?
It, uh, might be easier to get the batteries, but... but I've gotta ask.
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You kinda suck at that.
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[His head snapped around, so he could clearly address his denial of suckage to his accuser. ...and then came the strangled beep of the Tetris stack getting too high. Eeenh. Game over.]
Aw, man, you made me lose my concentration!
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[He's already restarting from Level 0. That's part of the challenge of it. Endurance!]
...how good're you at Tetris, anyway?
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That... was beautiful. T_T
[Picky looks impressed. And a little confused, with a dash of overwhelmed. This guy must be really good! Really, really...
Wait. Wait a minute.]
...so what level can you get to?
/bows
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Picky slowly turns the Game Boy around, and offers it.]
...You... you wanna play?
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[ regardless, he accepts it. and while perhaps not quite as good as he claims, luckily he actually is quite skilled at tetris. enough to sort of live up to all his trash talking anyway. ]
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It came in the mail! It's mine. And... before that, I got it for my birthday.
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[ though by lame he actually means cool. or something. idk there are definitely layers of irony at work right now. ]
But dude, when are you from, the Stone Age? This thing's more like a relic than a viable present option.
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Huh? I'm from nineteen-ninety... [And he trails off. (ha ha clever time period censorship, there)] ...woah, wait, so there are people from other times here, too?
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Yeah I'm from 2009. Time is pretty weird here, guys get dragged here from all over the place.
Sweet userpic!
So... they don't have Game Boys in the future?
hehe thanks
Nowadays it's all about touch screens and shit.
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[That... possibly sounds cool.]
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[Suddenly, this sounds kinda not-cool. It sounds more creepy than anything.]
Yeah, a Game Boy is better. Because it's not creepy.
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[Judging on his grin, he seems to like the sound of that.]
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You could probably get some mad cash pawning it.
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[It had taken a lot of trouble to beg for it, and he had even saved his allowance and bought games for it, and he had managed to keep Pokey from stealing it long-term at any point... his.]
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Right here that thing is pretty much priceless anyway.
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...yeah, yeah, I've probably got the only one here! [He holds it close.]
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Shit could get ugly.
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