Video; Who's gonna be your dream?

[onlyanapple]

Who: Crowley and You!!!
Broadcast: Network wide
Action: Goldstone
When: Right now!

[The feed opens to Crowley, looking exceptionally smug with himself. That is the first sign that he's been up to something, honestly. He's spent the vast majority of the last few weeks bouncing between being absolutely plastered and working on a project.]

Hello people. Some of you might have noticed we have an interesting selection of games on our lovely network [he clicks a button and oh look, it's an annoying popup on your screen. Did the network have popups before? Doesn't matter, it does now] you have me to thank for that. I appreciate thanks in alcohol and gaudy jewellery for Felix.

Anyway, I decided to create a special little new something for you people. Seen as there's all sorts of relationship drama going on in the Fleet, I thought something like this might purge your systems of it a little bit. Worth a shot, right?

[Another annoying popup, this one announcing a game called Space Sweeties - and those from a certain point in time might recognise it as one of those ridiculous text dating simulator games. There's a selection of different beings, male, female and other - all prime for your date-sona to romance them in their space station. It's ridiculous and tacky as hell- multiple secret endings and complex puzzles galore. Like all of the games Crowley bring to the network, it's a massive time sink.

This is what happens when Allen leaves. Crowley does questionable things.]

You're welcome! Enjoy yourselves. I'm curious to see who will manage to get the good end for Raynelex the Third from the planet Betamax. Do let me know if you find it.

[[ooc: Feel free to make up ANY characters within the game, be creative, have fun!]]

Comments

voice;

[noprophecies]

[. . . sigh]

I have a boyfriend. I do not need a game about dating.

voice;

[onlyanapple]

And I have a Felix. It's supposed to be fun. They're not actually real people, you know.

voice;

[noprophecies]

Yes, I'm aware. But I have never played one of these, either.

. . . you have a Felix, hm?

voice;

[onlyanapple]

Then this can be your first!

Yup. I'm sure you've seen him. Red hair, mismatched eyes, usually wearing something flamboyant that clashes with everything.

voice;

[noprophecies]

I think I will pass.

I have. In fact, we are friends.

voice;

[onlyanapple]

Be boring, then.

Oh? Well, there you go then. Lucky you.

voice;

[noprophecies]

I barely know what a bloody video game is, unless you are going to come over here and teach me how to do it I'm not going to bother.

[and by over here she really means down to her room, cuz she's a lazy ass]

Indeed. I did not know he had a boyfriend.

voice;

[onlyanapple]

Ugh. I suppose I could get up from my comfy chair to do this.

[There's a significant pause here. ]

I would have thought us getting a combined room upgrade would have been a rather large clue.

voice;

[noprophecies]

Because it is so far to walk.

And unlike a majority of people here, I am not nosy. Perhaps you just wanted a bigger room.

voice;

[onlyanapple]

It is when I have a comfy chair to get out of.

[Still, he IS getting up and ambling across to her room.]

A bigger room, together?

voice;

[noprophecies]

You can sit on my bed - the door is open, by the way, be careful when you step in.

[is she gonna get up to greet him? Nahhhh]

I am not one to assume, dear.

voice;

[onlyanapple]

It does makes asses out of you and me, I'm told.

[He highly approves of this idleness. He'll just let himself in because of course he will.]

Why do I need to watch where I step? Should I be concerned?

[noprophecies]

Funny, I have heard that as well.

[she glances up as the door opens and gestures down at the floor]

Only if you step on one of my plants.

[her floor is scattered with a couple of small, potted plants]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh, well, he's not going to murder plants. Not hers, anyway. That wouldn't be cricket. He can only do that with his own. He carefully steps around them, before moving to sit on her bed. ]

So. Did they...breed or something? Did you take excess cuttings?

[noprophecies]

Excess cuttings, for the most part. A source of magic makes up the other part.

[she shrugs, shifting to make a little more room for him to sit]

[onlyanapple]

And here's me thinking I had a plant army. You put mine to shame.

[He'll wave his communicator. ]

So! Ready to have some fun, I can tell by your face that the answer is yes.

[noprophecies]

I could turn them into a plant army were it necessary. Sort of.

[emphasis on the "sort of". Her nose wrinkles and she pulls out her communicator]

Oh, I am so excited for fun.

[onlyanapple]

If we combined our plant armies, we'd be unstoppable. Something to think about.

[He grins, starting his up and waiting for her to do the same. ]

You could at least pretend you're enjoying it, you know.

[noprophecies]

That's rather frightening.

[she rolls her eyes, but she's smiling and copying him]

Who says I am not?

[onlyanapple]

[He'll lead her through to the character creator section. ]

You could add in a woo-hoo, just for me.

Anyway, this is where you make your space-sona.

[noprophecies]

Woo-hoo.

[she even puts a little umph into it, just for him.

. . . she purses her lips and stares at the screen]

I'm sorry, my what?

[onlyanapple]

There, see? That wasn't hard.

[He'll lean in. ]

Your avatar. The little pixielated version of you who will go out and woo all these space sweeties.

[noprophecies]

[she stares at the screen, the glances up to stare at him.

Welcome to technology with Tempest, all it takes is a create-an-avatar screen to overwhelm her]

I have to make myself?

[onlyanapple]

Not yourself if you don't want to. Just someone you want to play. If you ever wanted to be someone else, here's your chance. Exciting.

[noprophecies]

[ha ha ha . . . well ok. She'll start making someone else, then]

Oh, very exciting. Are all games like this?