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It's possible. You'd likely have to replace the battery. They can only remain discharged in variable temperatures for so long.
But, that was the idea.
[ He'll count his experiment as a success in part then. He did want to make sure he'd have a few people to challenge to prevent boredom. ]
There should be a menu option that allows you to pick your player color. A black or white snake is only the default.
Easter eggs... Coding a hidden mode that mimics the original Tokia platform wouldn't be difficult.
But, that was the idea.
[ He'll count his experiment as a success in part then. He did want to make sure he'd have a few people to challenge to prevent boredom. ]
There should be a menu option that allows you to pick your player color. A black or white snake is only the default.
Easter eggs... Coding a hidden mode that mimics the original Tokia platform wouldn't be difficult.
[It's good to keep the mental facilities going, especially since the only thing else Ryuji was obsessed with was leg day. (God, this feels horrible to write.)]
I didn't even see the menu.
[It's not a bug, but more of a UI suggestion- then, as he goes and changes his snek to a bright yellow color instead.]
Maybe make that a little more... jumpy? I don't know, it took me a second to get into it.
Yeah, something like that!
Make it so that dots when they first appear have your name on it, or something, too. I think devs used to do that stuff all the time in old games, since publisher's weren't that cool with putting the teams on the credits. Not that there were credit screens.
Did you ever see that meTube video of the dude breaking the game mode?
I didn't even see the menu.
[It's not a bug, but more of a UI suggestion- then, as he goes and changes his snek to a bright yellow color instead.]
Maybe make that a little more... jumpy? I don't know, it took me a second to get into it.
Yeah, something like that!
Make it so that dots when they first appear have your name on it, or something, too. I think devs used to do that stuff all the time in old games, since publisher's weren't that cool with putting the teams on the credits. Not that there were credit screens.
Did you ever see that meTube video of the dude breaking the game mode?
[One might not expect it from the first few interactions with him, but Akira is new to delinquency. Before he'd exchanged his human body for the one he had now, he'd been entirely unremarkable, never really having enough spine to cause much trouble (or, well, it was more that he did, he just would prefer not make ripples that others could notice). And for as much as he talks the big talk, it'd never be in his intention to actually hurt someone. It was mostly posturing, just as he figured most of everyone else's sharp words were. He may be defensive of Ryo, but it wasn't like he was actually going to go and hurt another human being over it, not when it could be talked out.
With Ryuji, though, this sort of thing felt like talking it out. It was just a specific dialect shared between two rowdy idiots, prepared to put their bodies and their egos on the line to defend the honor of their dearest friends.
Physical contest and inane texting conversations. They were two mighty pillars for the construction of a strong friendship, right?
He gives a challenging sneer to the first comment. Sure, Ryuji. Sure.
But everything else, well...
Akira wasn't expecting for him to actually sing.
At first he stands in shock, the sneer frozen to his face, and then it is slowly wiped away and replaced with a stunned look of disbelief. He... fuck, does he remember this song? Something about it sounds vaguely familiar, caught in-between Fisher-Price memories of early childhood. And he just keeps going, emphasizing the silliness of the song, and Akira can't help but laugh, not at him but at the ridiculousness of the situation, how willing he was to jump into this particular strategy.
Too bad it wouldn't be quite enough.
Akira didn't need his eyes or his ears to play the game; he feels the sudden hum of tension run through Ryuji's arms, terminating in the barest contact of their hands. His begin to lift. So Akira moves immediately, and fast, flipping his hands over Ryuji's and bringing them down to smack against the backs of his opponents'.
And he does so pretty lightly, by his standards. Again, he doesn't want to hurt him. But it'll probably sting like hell.
He gives a big, toothy grin.] Nice try. But I think you won the bigger battle in our war of attrition. I'm gonna have that damn song stuck in my head for days now.
With Ryuji, though, this sort of thing felt like talking it out. It was just a specific dialect shared between two rowdy idiots, prepared to put their bodies and their egos on the line to defend the honor of their dearest friends.
Physical contest and inane texting conversations. They were two mighty pillars for the construction of a strong friendship, right?
He gives a challenging sneer to the first comment. Sure, Ryuji. Sure.
But everything else, well...
Akira wasn't expecting for him to actually sing.
At first he stands in shock, the sneer frozen to his face, and then it is slowly wiped away and replaced with a stunned look of disbelief. He... fuck, does he remember this song? Something about it sounds vaguely familiar, caught in-between Fisher-Price memories of early childhood. And he just keeps going, emphasizing the silliness of the song, and Akira can't help but laugh, not at him but at the ridiculousness of the situation, how willing he was to jump into this particular strategy.
Too bad it wouldn't be quite enough.
Akira didn't need his eyes or his ears to play the game; he feels the sudden hum of tension run through Ryuji's arms, terminating in the barest contact of their hands. His begin to lift. So Akira moves immediately, and fast, flipping his hands over Ryuji's and bringing them down to smack against the backs of his opponents'.
And he does so pretty lightly, by his standards. Again, he doesn't want to hurt him. But it'll probably sting like hell.
He gives a big, toothy grin.] Nice try. But I think you won the bigger battle in our war of attrition. I'm gonna have that damn song stuck in my head for days now.
[It's kind of like that, isn't it? No one ever is born into the role of rebellion; there's always a turning moment. Always some sort of pinpoint precision where there's a point of no return, and once that threshold is crossed, it changes a person. Ryuji stopped caring what people thought about him long enough ago that it almost doesn't register who he was before he broke his leg.
(somewhat untrue though; as much as he tried to change his outward appearance and renounced societal values, he always retained a soft heart and the urge to defend the downtrodden. But if people didn't care to see that in him, he didn't have to care for them. There was no room in him to respect a world that didn't respect him.)
And when, or if, that conversation ever happens between him and Akira, Ryuji will be ready for it. They'll realize how much they have in common, and yet how little they do at the same time. Either way, he'll embrace Akira and support him. Those who are misunderstood will always get Ryuji's attention- and maybe, by then, Ren and Ryo will have buried the hatchet. If not, then, well, these two idiots will have to do it for them.
In the meantime, he recoils his hands back as they're slapped. Holy shit, that's a lot more than he expected out of the dude. Ryuji rubs the back of his hands, taken aback by how red they actually are. Call him a bit masochistic, but this at least quelled the urge to have his knuckles run into something- a dumb boy who gets into fights at the drop of a hat and enjoys the ever loving hell out of them. Placated in his own bout of self destructive habits, he raises an eyebrow at Akira.]
Damn, man. Do you do those hand crunches on weights? You know, the spring loaded ones? I dunno what they're called, but I had one back at home.
[It gave his hands something to do when he was reading manga, working two fold in keeping his attention in line. Later, when he had met Makoto and started earnestly caring about school, he found himself doing the same thing when reading his textbooks. Even if he didn't retain a ton of information, he wanted to do better because his team expected it of him. Ryuji always wants to rise to the challenge when it's given.]
Haha... that was one of my favorite songs when I was a kid. I think I tortured my mom with it. [Sad, thinking about her. He misses her so much already.]
That's the type of game I play. I may not win every skirmish, but the long con is the goal, here. [There's a cheeky smile to be had here, and an outstretched hand.]
Truce?
(somewhat untrue though; as much as he tried to change his outward appearance and renounced societal values, he always retained a soft heart and the urge to defend the downtrodden. But if people didn't care to see that in him, he didn't have to care for them. There was no room in him to respect a world that didn't respect him.)
And when, or if, that conversation ever happens between him and Akira, Ryuji will be ready for it. They'll realize how much they have in common, and yet how little they do at the same time. Either way, he'll embrace Akira and support him. Those who are misunderstood will always get Ryuji's attention- and maybe, by then, Ren and Ryo will have buried the hatchet. If not, then, well, these two idiots will have to do it for them.
In the meantime, he recoils his hands back as they're slapped. Holy shit, that's a lot more than he expected out of the dude. Ryuji rubs the back of his hands, taken aback by how red they actually are. Call him a bit masochistic, but this at least quelled the urge to have his knuckles run into something- a dumb boy who gets into fights at the drop of a hat and enjoys the ever loving hell out of them. Placated in his own bout of self destructive habits, he raises an eyebrow at Akira.]
Damn, man. Do you do those hand crunches on weights? You know, the spring loaded ones? I dunno what they're called, but I had one back at home.
[It gave his hands something to do when he was reading manga, working two fold in keeping his attention in line. Later, when he had met Makoto and started earnestly caring about school, he found himself doing the same thing when reading his textbooks. Even if he didn't retain a ton of information, he wanted to do better because his team expected it of him. Ryuji always wants to rise to the challenge when it's given.]
Haha... that was one of my favorite songs when I was a kid. I think I tortured my mom with it. [Sad, thinking about her. He misses her so much already.]
That's the type of game I play. I may not win every skirmish, but the long con is the goal, here. [There's a cheeky smile to be had here, and an outstretched hand.]
Truce?
[ Ryo needs the exact opposite. ]
I'll make a note of it. Maybe something brighter to go with the sensitivity?
[ Ryo's always been a minimalist despite his opulent lifestyle, so that makes sense to him. He's heard so many complaints that he needed to make his apartment more welcoming. ]
I think it would be better to have the player name, don't you?
I haven't. I don't play games often.
[ So, it certainly isn't for him anyway. ]
I'll make a note of it. Maybe something brighter to go with the sensitivity?
[ Ryo's always been a minimalist despite his opulent lifestyle, so that makes sense to him. He's heard so many complaints that he needed to make his apartment more welcoming. ]
I think it would be better to have the player name, don't you?
I haven't. I don't play games often.
[ So, it certainly isn't for him anyway. ]
[He didn't really disagree with minimalist in mindset. Ryuji's brain was pretty minimalist to begin with.]
Why? You're the one who made it, and it's only gonna be if someone actually ever figures it out, which... probably won't happen for a long ass time.
[Please let this be some historically important moment. A splinter of weird space-time existence that should anything eventually reset and absolutely confirm Ryuji's dumb tinfoil hat theory that the appearance of a program already on their devices with the name "Ryo" has a deep learning type of effect on things and ripples outward.
Or, you know, easter eggs are just cool.]
Eventually it speeds up so quickly and the snake keeps trying to eat its tail, but the game can't keep track of the loops anymore so it just keeps blinking instead.
But that was old, I imagine these smartwatches are good enough to just let you crash and burn when it gets too quick to control.
Why? You're the one who made it, and it's only gonna be if someone actually ever figures it out, which... probably won't happen for a long ass time.
[Please let this be some historically important moment. A splinter of weird space-time existence that should anything eventually reset and absolutely confirm Ryuji's dumb tinfoil hat theory that the appearance of a program already on their devices with the name "Ryo" has a deep learning type of effect on things and ripples outward.
Or, you know, easter eggs are just cool.]
Eventually it speeds up so quickly and the snake keeps trying to eat its tail, but the game can't keep track of the loops anymore so it just keeps blinking instead.
But that was old, I imagine these smartwatches are good enough to just let you crash and burn when it gets too quick to control.
[It's late o'clock on the station -- even later than Hajime meant to, honestly, because he spent a while just staring down at his communicator, waffling as to whether or not he should even bother anyone.
Eventually, though, a text comes through to Ryuji's communicator.]
hey. you awake?
[And he regrets it as soon as he sends it. He doesn't want to wake Ryuji up if he's asleep? That's a dick move. Just because HE can't sleep doesn't mean he wants anyone else to suffer.]
Eventually, though, a text comes through to Ryuji's communicator.]
hey. you awake?
[And he regrets it as soon as he sends it. He doesn't want to wake Ryuji up if he's asleep? That's a dick move. Just because HE can't sleep doesn't mean he wants anyone else to suffer.]
[He definitely has never thought about this.]
i guess? who came up with counting sheep, anyway
[...]
my room was pretty stuffy, so i headed to the observation deck. think you're up for another sleepover?
i guess? who came up with counting sheep, anyway
[...]
my room was pretty stuffy, so i headed to the observation deck. think you're up for another sleepover?
[He wants to be quiet so that he doesn't wake Ren up, which is difficult to do, considering the fact that he sleeps on the top bunk. But he tries his best. Grabs his blanket and his pillow with him, figuring that he won't be back for the rest of the night. Probably wasn't going to get much sleep himself anyway.
Is this going to become their thing?
Ryuji doesn't bother texting Hajime back, and it might look like he's ignoring him, or that maybe he's fallen asleep in the meantime, but he makes his way up there. Of course, there's no real way to know whether or not it's actually late at night in space. The lighting on the station is just a simulation of sleep cycles used to promote healthy cycles of it. Making his way upward to the top deck, he finds Hajime pretty easily.
This time, his hands aren't messed up, so it's easier to thrown down his pillow, and his body, at the same time. Doesn't say anything for a moment, and then- because he's blunt and kind of an asshole:]
Rooms don't get stuffy. Everything's climate controlled. So what's up.
Is this going to become their thing?
Ryuji doesn't bother texting Hajime back, and it might look like he's ignoring him, or that maybe he's fallen asleep in the meantime, but he makes his way up there. Of course, there's no real way to know whether or not it's actually late at night in space. The lighting on the station is just a simulation of sleep cycles used to promote healthy cycles of it. Making his way upward to the top deck, he finds Hajime pretty easily.
This time, his hands aren't messed up, so it's easier to thrown down his pillow, and his body, at the same time. Doesn't say anything for a moment, and then- because he's blunt and kind of an asshole:]
Rooms don't get stuffy. Everything's climate controlled. So what's up.
[Hajime's laid out his blankets on the ground like last time, head pillowed back on one of his arms as he looks straight up at the stars. He turns his head just long enough to recognize that the sound of someone coming in was Ryuji after all before returning his attention out the window.]
...
[His shoulders tense at Ryuji's bluntness, but then again, what was he expecting?]
You're an asshole, you know that?
[It's said with the kind of long-suffering sigh that accompanies a lot of his conversations with the other boy.]
Maybe I'd just rather count stars than sheep. What's your excuse for not being asleep?
...
[His shoulders tense at Ryuji's bluntness, but then again, what was he expecting?]
You're an asshole, you know that?
[It's said with the kind of long-suffering sigh that accompanies a lot of his conversations with the other boy.]
Maybe I'd just rather count stars than sheep. What's your excuse for not being asleep?
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