Again, you'd love to, but you've got far too much to do. And you've only been back for, what, an hour or two? You haven't even changed out of your dirty clothes from the last one!
But, you've still gotta do something. Maybe you should start with messaging a friend? That always seems to work.
You climb over your bed again, further unmaking the bed, and get back to your desk. You know the drill already. This time, however, nobody messaged you first. Now you actually have to scroll through all four of your friends to choose someone to message.
Actually, you've already decided. There's only one friend left unbothered, after all; candidGoldfish. So you do that. Message him, that is. Yeah.
-- curiousCultivator [CC] began pestering candidGoldfish [CG] -- CC: Hey, got everything ready for tonight? CG: yep. i'm locked and loaded. the engine's revving, and i'm ready for takeoff. CC: LOL, what sorta contraption would have an engine *and* a gun *and* can takeoff? CG: tank that can fly. CC: Like a plane, or a rocket? CG: fairy wings. CG: it just flutters away, leaving a trail of glitter in its wake. CC: LOL! CC: Anyways, me and GT are ready to go! I think we need to work out a game order or something. CC: GG's gonna be last, because she lost her disks. CG: course she did. she's always losing shit. CC: Which leaves every other position open. Thoughts? CG: well, you should probably go first, being the one to rope us all into this. CG: and when i said i was "ready to go," what i really meant was i have the game sitting right here, ready to go. CG: and i have a bunch of shit to do before i can play. so, maybe we go you -> GT -> me -> GG. CG: or something like that. idk CC: That works for me! What sorta stuff do you have to do? :? CG: y'know. sweep the walls, mop the doors, defend the house from the beast... CG: normal everyday chores. CC: LOL, okay! CC: Oh, I think my sister's home from work! I've GTG now, let me know when you're ready to play! CG: sick. i'll go get the door mop prepared then. cya later. CC: Bubye!
-- curiousCultivator [CC] ceased pestering candidGoldfish [CG]
You hear a familiar car pull into the driveway. Your sister is, finally, home. You should go say hi.
You stand from your desk and exit your room, again. That seems to be all you've done today.
Still, you continue. Down the stairs, into the hall, and towards the front door.
Your sister walks in, car keys jingling as she places them in her pocket.
She looks exhausted. Her short hair is a mess, her glasses fogged, and her clothes are dirty. But this is pretty standard for her - especially after a long shift of work.
She asks you if you got the chicken out, and you nod. The interaction ends there as she walks past you, into the kitchen. You don't pursue the conversation, knowing it to be a fool's errand - one likely to end in strife. You wish it wasn't that way.
You make a note to continue your job search later, and head back into your room.
Everything's almost ready to go; You've finished your chores, you've tested your new sylladex, and an Order of Operations has been chosen. Now, you need to get ready to play.
It's time for you to go take a shower. And switch perspectives.
