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fandomtownies2018-11-06 07:21 am
hashtag_chocobro) wrote in fandomtownies2018-11-06 07:21 am
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The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [11/06].
If the world outside was glitching this much, you'd better believe all the games inside the C.I.C. were just going bonkers.
And Prompto, coming down hard after the pure joy that was stunt chocobo riding, was trying his very best to try and fix it, wondering if some sort of virus or something got into all the graphic cards, rendering everything virtually unplayable. Hilariously so, more often than not, that was true, but it was really only cute for about the first fifteen minutes, and then it just got frustrating.
Also frustrating? Disappearing tools. Or tools that were in his hand a second ago, and then somehow shifted to just being a few inches out of his grip. Or tools that were suddenly something very not useful: he'd gotten a hairbrush for a few minutes, a spatula, a leek! His hand going straight through the computer he was trying to poke at, he was pretty sure there were two of him for a few minutes there, too, and he didn't even want to talk about when all of a sudden he had no body and was just sort of a floating head for a bit.
It didn't help, either, that the raven kept popping up in random spots throughout the store, and when it opened its mouth to caw, it sounded more like a chicken than anything else. Or sometimes a dog. Prompto was pretty sure that was at least one moo-cow in there, too.
The C.I.C. is open!
(Send help.)
[[and I think I'm done spamming the f-list now?? ]]
And Prompto, coming down hard after the pure joy that was stunt chocobo riding, was trying his very best to try and fix it, wondering if some sort of virus or something got into all the graphic cards, rendering everything virtually unplayable. Hilariously so, more often than not, that was true, but it was really only cute for about the first fifteen minutes, and then it just got frustrating.
Also frustrating? Disappearing tools. Or tools that were in his hand a second ago, and then somehow shifted to just being a few inches out of his grip. Or tools that were suddenly something very not useful: he'd gotten a hairbrush for a few minutes, a spatula, a leek! His hand going straight through the computer he was trying to poke at, he was pretty sure there were two of him for a few minutes there, too, and he didn't even want to talk about when all of a sudden he had no body and was just sort of a floating head for a bit.
It didn't help, either, that the raven kept popping up in random spots throughout the store, and when it opened its mouth to caw, it sounded more like a chicken than anything else. Or sometimes a dog. Prompto was pretty sure that was at least one moo-cow in there, too.
The C.I.C. is open!
(Send help.)
[[and I think I'm done spamming the f-list now?? ]]