019 | VIDEO, JOINT POST

[myresponsibility]

[So, some of you might have noticed the new additions to the Barge. The feed clicks on to reveal that even if you haven't, Peter and Scott definitely have, since they're currently wearing some costumes that might look familiar to some of you. (More specifically, here's Peter's and here's Scott's. Pete looks pretty pleased when he addresses the Barge, while Scott just looks vaguely bored and desperately trying not to roll his eyes at the other teenager's enthusiasm.]

So, now that Vader's [Who some of you might know better as Hannibal Lecter.] been taken care of-

[Anddd he's being cut off.]

--Yeah, now that the "almighty" [he's sarcastic, can you tell] Vader's in space jail, do I get paid? [He's actually nudging Peter with one elbow. Where's his money.]

Is that seriously all you care about? [Uh excuse you, sir, Peter is giving you the dirtiest, most hurt and offended puppy dog look right now, seemingly more or less not paying attention to the fact that other people are going to be able to see this, too.] There are a lot bigger things at stake here than some reward, you know.

[Oh my god Peter, the puppy thing is supposed to be his schtick and he is so glad it's not for this flood. He's a badass, okay Barge. Remember that.

Scott just rolls his eyes and sighs.] Yeah, but a little reward never hurt morale. [But gosh, Peter, don't have a melt down. Scott slings an arm around Peter's shoulders and tugshim down for, yes, a noogie, you little (giant) hero you.

... Which Peter is promptly trying to squirm and push his way out of, because come ON, man, they're supposed to be doing serious hero stuff!] Anyway, now that Vader's under control, what's our next move? The Empire's not going to defeat itself, right?

[What is serious hero stuff though, Pete? Scott grins his totally suave and extremely cocky (doofy and dorky) grin and let's Peter go to do his hero thing - but abruptly the smile fades and his eyes get comically wide as he grabs at Peter's arm.]

Don't look now, buddy, but we've got company.

[Off screen there are, presumably, storm troopers, because Scott is pulling out his awesome plastic blaster and aiming and--] Pew! Pew pew!

[So obviously, Peter is whipping out his awesome plastic lightsaber and swishing it around, making the appropriate vvvvvmmmmmm, vvvvmmmmmmmmm noises to go along with it before they both scamper down the hallway and kill the feed.

Most serious larpers.]

Comments

[mistconduct]

....What the shit is in the water today.

[semifreakingnormal]

Sure hope it's not bantha shit.

[myresponsibility]

Why would you even suggest that?

[semifreakingnormal]

You ever been around a bantha watering hole?

[myresponsibility]

Uh, yeah. It's not exactly somewhere you'd forget.

[semifreakingnormal]

Exactly.

Sure hope we're not drinking contaminated water.

[myresponsibility]

Hey, after seeing what was in the trash compactor? I wouldn't be surprised.

[semifreakingnormal]

[SHUDDER]

Don't remind me.

[myresponsibility]

Sorry.

[mistconduct]

Scotty, you're even more of a nerd than I thought.

[semifreakingnormal]

You better watch that mouth of yours, Chris.

[mistconduct]

What're you going to do about it? People've been telling me to watch my mouth for years.

[semifreakingnormal]

Sounds like good advice to me.

[mistconduct]

Bring it on, sucker.

[semifreakingnormal]

Why does no one respect the blaster?

[mistconduct]

Because it's being wielded by a dumbass.

[semifreakingnormal]

Put your money where your mouth is, kid.

[myresponsibility]

What's with it any day?

[mistconduct]

Peter, are you seriously LARPing?

I'm not judging, I just wanna know.

[myresponsibility]

No, we're trying to help the Rebel Alliance. [DUH.]

[mistconduct]

Okay. Okay. I'll play along.

Uhm...

You're under arrest. In the name of the Galactic Empire.

Surrender, Rebel scum.

[myresponsibility]

[That might have actually been a gasp. HE IS SO HURT AND BETRAYED, CHRIS.] You're one of them? Scott, we've gotta get out of here and find her before he catches up with us!

[mistconduct]

Too late, Pete. I know where you live.

[semifreakingnormal]

You ain't gonna live long enough to find out where we sleep! [LOOK AT HIS BLASTER, CHRIS.]

[mistconduct]

You sleep in the same place you live, dumbshit.