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Network Prompts
ONE: SPAM IS MEANT FOR A CAN You awoke today to find a private message in your inbox full of glitchy text from an unreadable username. It doesn't seem to be from @ADMIN, and it's doubtful that any of your fellow unfortunate survivalists have the ability to send a bunch of garbage text from a dummy username. Any attempts to contact the sender of the message only yield silence.
Perhaps your friends on the network will have a better idea of what's going on.
TWO: DING DONG PING PONG You found an app on an SD card that lets you play a game--the app simply refers to it as "game," but those who are familiar with Earth's gaming history will recognize it as Pong. The graphics have been updated, but the mechanics are as simple as ever. Just bounce the ball back and forth and try to hit it past your opponent. This version lets you play with a friend over the network and supports chat simultaneously, so you can video or voice chat while playing with someone!
Or you can use text, but that would probably be inconvenient while you're trying to play.
Action Prompts
THREE: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE The blizzard has been raging worse than usual for nearly a week now, making travel incredibly dangerous. You and your travelling companion have been stuck in the same house since the weather went out of control, and it's starting to have an effect. While you've not yet succumb to the dangerous fugue that would lead you out into the snow, cabin fever is definitely starting to set in for you...and whoever you're stuck with.
As long as you keep telling yourself the eyes on the walls aren't real. You're the only one who can see them, after all.
FOUR: A TENT-ATIVE FRIENDSHIP Everything has locked down for the night, and it looks like you're trapped outside. This almost certainly means death, but maybe you don't have to take it lying down. You walk for a while, and--what's that? Through the snow, the light of your tablet faintly illuminates the shape of a tent. It seems someone else is stuck out here, too, but they've been luckier in their searches than you.
Time to go see if they'll take pity on you for the night. You probably don't have much longer otherwise...
She'd just meant how she's here after everything that happened in CCA, but the backstory is probably appreciated. Except it's also totally not what she's focusing on.
"Jack's here." If she were against the door anymore, she'd be going for 49. Gaige had definitely watched Lilith liquefy the bastard, but she'd also watched Angel die of withdrawal in a matter of seconds, so whatever. Wouldn't be a huge surprise, except she's pretty sure she hasn't seen any New-U stations around.
"So what's his angle here? Control the weather so he can dig up some ancient alien bonerfart with it somehow?" Just because Hammerlock's publishers weren't on board doesn't mean Gaige is giving it up. "Or is he just trying to give the whole place the skull shivers again?"
"I - wh-- um, no. No skull shivers or... or bonerfarts."
As far as she knows. You just can't be sure.
"He's just... Well, death doesn't stick here, obviously. Most of the time. And he doesn't have an army of loaders at his back." Much as he'd like them. "So he can't really try for the whole... kill-all-the-bandits-cleanse-the-planet-in-fire thing here."
And besides, he probably wouldn't want to. Maybe. Unless he had a really bad day, or he got really freaking bored or something. It's a 50/50 thing.
"So he isn't planning anything too diabolical at the moment. As... far as I know. He's sulking with me right now because I wasn't sufficiently upset after a vampire rescued me from a basement and beat the shi-- the snot out of Jack for putting me there."
It's only after she says that last part that Angel realises how completely and utterly weird-as-all-heckie her life has become. Sure, this is pretty mundane by vault hunter standards, but whatever. STILL WEIRD.
You know, honestly, after some of the things she's seen and creatures she's shot, that doesn't seem too weird. It's probably weirding Angel the hell out, though. She almost swore just then! That's always a sign that things are going right and are totally fine and perfect.
"Yeah, how dare you not be sad that your asshole dad got beat up," she says with a completely straight face. Angel's the one who called him an asshole in the first place, so even if things are better between them now or whatever, Gaige is pretty sure she can get away with it.
Strongest girl alive, yeah. Stronger than a Siren? Probably not.
"So this place basically just neutered him, is what I'm getting. And now he's got a cone around his head that's not coming off anytime soon."
"Yes. Or - well, it's neutered all of us, hasn't it?"
Gosh, she misses hacking All The Things with her brain. And the wings. Not so much the crushing isolation and getting her entire system flooded with eridium, though, so it kinda balances out.
"But that at least means we're on an even footing." A beat. "Or - well, he has a wrench. And a knife. And a good strangling grip. But a relatively even footing."
Gaige scoffs. "Oh no, he has a wrench, what's he gonna do. I don't see him taking third place in any science fairs with it."
She misses Deathtrap.
"I don't really care how good he is at choking people," she says, propping up her head in her hand. "He can't be a coward and shoot someone with their back turned anymore, so this is still a net gain for people like us, with consciences and souls. Speaking of," she says, totally just switching gears for no reason, "anyone else from Pandora show up here yet? Maybe more people who aren't psychopaths?"
Wow, the thing about shooting people in the back is a slightly odd thing to say. Angel can't think of any notable instances of that.
In the last few months.
That the vault hunters saw.
Firsthand.
Oh well, there are much better things to talk about!
"Yes! Um, nobody you know, though. I think. His name is Rhys! He has a robotic arm, too. And one of those fancy ECHO implants in his eye. And he brought a robot with him! A cute little one. Dumpy. He's even sweeter than Claptrap."
Which may not be saying much as far as 99.999999% of people are concerned, but hush. Angel loves that funny little robot, okay.
"Never heard of him." But if he's got cybernetic implants, he can't really be that bad of a guy. She's focusing more on Angel calling Claptrap sweet.
"Angel," she says. She's really trying hard not to sound condescending. "The bar to be better than Claptrap at something?" Really trying. She lowers her hand to the floor. Just, like, touching it. Not even hovering a little bit above it.
"Oh, don't be so mean! He's funny. And he tries really hard. Have you seen him dance? He's adorable!"
She's vaguely aware, in a distracted kind of way, that this description also applies to Rhys. Rhys who is a whiny noodley corporate buttloaf. Rhys whose robot may be small and cute, but also screams pretty much constantly and bumps into people's heads and is generally hated by almost everyone.
"I did see him dance. I went to his birthday party."
And even if that was one of the lamest experiences of her life, she did end up feeling a little sorry for him by the end of it. Mostly awkward, but, like, come on. Scooter couldn't even get off his ass and come to a junk heap in the corner of Sanctuary? He practically lived in one anyway.
She puts her hand back in her lap. "I guess he does try pretty hard," she concedes. "So what's Dumpy like?"
She brightens noticably at the prospect of getting to talk about Dumpy. BECAUSE DUMPY IS CUTE. EFF YOU.
"He's so frickin' cute! He's a tiny little Atlas drone - Iunno if you ever saw one? The kind with the taser. He's really loyal and affectionate. And brave. And, uh, his hard drive has clips from a bunch of songs on it, so he plays those to us sometimes."
You know. When he's not screaming the unholy scream of satan himself.
Oh god this is so much worse than she thought. Yeah there's still an Atlas droid around even after they apparently got wiped off the face of Pandora that somebody made an "mmm whatcha say" meme about with security camera footage of the exploding armory, yeah Atlas probably has so many gears to grind with everybody who helped take them down (including Gaige by association so honestly she's probably safe), and yeah there's something troubling about a drone with a taser being affectionate, but there is a much bigger problem here.
"Taylor Swift? Oh my god, Angel, don't tell me that's all you guys have to listen to around here."
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"Jack's here." If she were against the door anymore, she'd be going for 49. Gaige had definitely watched Lilith liquefy the bastard, but she'd also watched Angel die of withdrawal in a matter of seconds, so whatever. Wouldn't be a huge surprise, except she's pretty sure she hasn't seen any New-U stations around.
"So what's his angle here? Control the weather so he can dig up some ancient alien bonerfart with it somehow?" Just because Hammerlock's publishers weren't on board doesn't mean Gaige is giving it up. "Or is he just trying to give the whole place the skull shivers again?"
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As far as she knows. You just can't be sure.
"He's just... Well, death doesn't stick here, obviously. Most of the time. And he doesn't have an army of loaders at his back." Much as he'd like them. "So he can't really try for the whole... kill-all-the-bandits-cleanse-the-planet-in-fire thing here."
And besides, he probably wouldn't want to. Maybe. Unless he had a really bad day, or he got really freaking bored or something. It's a 50/50 thing.
"So he isn't planning anything too diabolical at the moment. As... far as I know. He's sulking with me right now because I wasn't sufficiently upset after a vampire rescued me from a basement and beat the shi-- the snot out of Jack for putting me there."
It's only after she says that last part that Angel realises how completely and utterly weird-as-all-heckie her life has become. Sure, this is pretty mundane by vault hunter standards, but whatever. STILL WEIRD.
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"Yeah, how dare you not be sad that your asshole dad got beat up," she says with a completely straight face. Angel's the one who called him an asshole in the first place, so even if things are better between them now or whatever, Gaige is pretty sure she can get away with it.
Strongest girl alive, yeah. Stronger than a Siren? Probably not.
"So this place basically just neutered him, is what I'm getting. And now he's got a cone around his head that's not coming off anytime soon."
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Gosh, she misses hacking All The Things with her brain. And the wings. Not so much the crushing isolation and getting her entire system flooded with eridium, though, so it kinda balances out.
"But that at least means we're on an even footing." A beat. "Or - well, he has a wrench. And a knife. And a good strangling grip. But a relatively even footing."
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She misses Deathtrap.
"I don't really care how good he is at choking people," she says, propping up her head in her hand. "He can't be a coward and shoot someone with their back turned anymore, so this is still a net gain for people like us, with consciences and souls. Speaking of," she says, totally just switching gears for no reason, "anyone else from Pandora show up here yet? Maybe more people who aren't psychopaths?"
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In the last few months.
That the vault hunters saw.
Firsthand.
Oh well, there are much better things to talk about!
"Yes! Um, nobody you know, though. I think. His name is Rhys! He has a robotic arm, too. And one of those fancy ECHO implants in his eye. And he brought a robot with him! A cute little one. Dumpy. He's even sweeter than Claptrap."
Which may not be saying much as far as 99.999999% of people are concerned, but hush. Angel loves that funny little robot, okay.
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"Angel," she says. She's really trying hard not to sound condescending. "The bar to be better than Claptrap at something?" Really trying. She lowers her hand to the floor. Just, like, touching it. Not even hovering a little bit above it.
"It's high enough for him to climb over."
Maybe she's not trying that hard.
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She's vaguely aware, in a distracted kind of way, that this description also applies to Rhys. Rhys who is a whiny noodley corporate buttloaf. Rhys whose robot may be small and cute, but also screams pretty much constantly and bumps into people's heads and is generally hated by almost everyone.
Gaige is gonna love him.
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And even if that was one of the lamest experiences of her life, she did end up feeling a little sorry for him by the end of it. Mostly awkward, but, like, come on. Scooter couldn't even get off his ass and come to a junk heap in the corner of Sanctuary? He practically lived in one anyway.
She puts her hand back in her lap. "I guess he does try pretty hard," she concedes. "So what's Dumpy like?"
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"He's so frickin' cute! He's a tiny little Atlas drone - Iunno if you ever saw one? The kind with the taser. He's really loyal and affectionate. And brave. And, uh, his hard drive has clips from a bunch of songs on it, so he plays those to us sometimes."
You know. When he's not screaming the unholy scream of satan himself.
"Mostly Taylor Swift!"
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"Taylor Swift? Oh my god, Angel, don't tell me that's all you guys have to listen to around here."