video ; @thundaga

[astraphilia]

[ hello and welcome to Boredom Hours, sponsored by one too many midafternoon beers and a perpetual inability to not immediately make his ennui everyone else's problem. today's host is... Reno!

when the video starts, it's to a shockingly decently framed shot of Reno doing the hooligan squat on the front stoop of his apartment building. he's got a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, and once he's sure that the video is rolling he takes a long drag of it before he speaks. ]

Sup. I'm Reno. Some of ya may know me from my colorful past as "guy who got yanked into pool by tentacle monster."

[ probably nobody knows him that way but it's fine. we are not concerned with strict veracity here. Reno blows a neat smoke ring and grins the kind of grin that means he knows he's being a pain in the ass. ]

I was thinkin', y'know, there's only so many of us. Probably ain't a bad idea to get to know each other, right? [ he gestures with his cigarette as he speaks as if to underscore his words. ] We need some conversation starters. Some icebreakers, y'know? Everybody's favorite highlight from their corporate bonding retreats.

So! [ he holds up a hand to count on.

one finger. ] Two truths and a lie. Post 'em, let other people guess. I'll leave mine too. Shoutout to the blond girlie who had that party a couple months back for this one.

[ two fingers. ] Hot or not. Or smash or pass, whatever you wanna call it. Post yourself and let people vote, if you're brave. Or post your friends if you want to fuck around. You can all see my face right now so count that as my submission.

[ three fingers. ] Creativity exercise, open prompt. You can go anywhere, be anybody, do anything you want. The world ain't ending and there's no war or whatever the hell going on. Who are you and what are you doing? [ brief smoke break, and then Reno stubs the butt out on the cement, exhaling as he says, ] Me, I wanna make mediocre coffee for minimum wage and not worry about shit except makin' rent.

[ and lastly, four fingers. ] "Reno, this is fuckin' stupid and I don't want to do it." Okay, nobody's got a gun to your head. We ain't even got guns here. Do what you want.

[ his four fingers curl in so he can offer a cheerful, if a bit manic, thumbs-up before he reaches out to turn off the video.

just before he touches the button, though, he pauses as if something just occurred to him— ] Oh, shit—also, drop map pins for your favorite restaurant in this place. I'm in the market for new eats, bonus points if it's spicy.

[ okay, now he's gone. ]

Comments

[nomoresharks]

No, no, no cult. 'Tis the way of most places on my world, though I'm to understand it goes out of fashion some time in the future. I for one am taking the chance to try what new styles I can when possible.

And I can't say I expected *that* being in your moon. Or anything else being in [another] you moon, really.

Dare I ask what happens when this normal one waxes full?

[fauned]

sounds culty to me

( but hey, she's glad that he's expanding on his choices! )

were you not allowed to try before?? seems boring. i LOVE dressing up



and uhhmmm well
some things apparently go wild when it does! like 'forget who they are or the people around them and succumb to the base instinct to eat and survive' level of go wild

[nomoresharks]

As children, yes, but as we grow older, 'tis generally expected that we dress as others do around us. The idea is to have our ideas speak more about us than our appearance and to try not to outshine others so brightly as to dim the spark of growth and knowledge in others.

Though I confess, dressing up is *quite* fun. I wonder if actors feel a similar thrill when getting ready for the stage?


And you're certain this particular moon is also normal? I'll not claim to be an expert, but it certainly sounds as if it may be normal only relative to the other.