03rd Landing . video

[landfall]

Really? I still don't have an inmate? Come on.

[ Hey Barge, have Racetrack in a sweatshirt with her hair messily pulled back. Lookin' good messy. Like she spent half an hour in the mirror getting it to look messy-perfect, because she did, and don't judge her, she hasn't had half an hour to spend on her hair in years. ]

Anyway. Attention, people with - well, medium-bad judgment. Especially Mal. Triad - it's a card game, like poker - my place, the stakes are clothes because I don't have any money. First four or five takers are invited. And, because of the stakes, no one underage.

Oh, and Felix Gaeta is not invited.

Comments

[forgetyourusedtobe]

It doesn't? Shit...

[landfall]

And yet, that's somehow your first assumption.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You can hardly blame me.

[landfall]

I'm blaming you right now.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Rude of you, don't you think?

[landfall]

Never stopped me before.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're such a little rebel.

[landfall]

That's a lot truer than you think.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You're so edgy, Racetrack. I hope I'm just like you when I grow up so everyone will think I'm such a badass.

[landfall]

It's not about being a badass.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Of course not. It's about sending a message, right?

[landfall]

No. I just grew up with a lot of brothers. It makes you an annoying loudmouth.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Oh now you're not going to start applying double-standards, are you? I had a brother, too.

[landfall]

Well, that explains it.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Does it really?

[landfall]

Just the one brother?

I had five.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Quality, not quantity. Nope. Not going to think about that at all. Elena's quick to shoot back with:]

You want a medal?

[landfall]

I have a medal. A couple, actually.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Oh wow, really?

[Sarcasm is strong with this one.]

[landfall]

I'm a pilot.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Oh, let me guess: Jesus is your co-pilot.

[landfall]

Who's Jesus?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Most suffering of long-suffering sighs.]

Google it.

[landfall]

What's a Google?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

What's a...

[Elena just covers her face with a hand. Does she want to laugh or cry? Hard to tell. She opts to just sigh and lowers her hand.]

Do you even know what the internet is?