Live Feedleash Log: 8/1/07
pingu:
um. :: pingu can't find a bell and is a bit scared to knock ::
Clairesy:
*thinks she hears shuffling outside*
*calls down the steps* Pingu?
pingu:
:: going through his bag looking for his leash to ask her to open the d - ::
oh!
um hello?
Clairesy:
*down steps and opens door* Hi.
How long have you been standing there?
pingu:
h-hi.
oh like three minutes.
Clairesy:
You didn't knock?
pingu:
um it's
sorry.
Clairesy:
*takes hold of his shoulder and steers him inside*
You can just walk in around here, you know.
pingu:
oh but yeah you never know
i've walked in on some stuff in my time
i mean
not that you'd be
:: nervous laugh ::
Clairesy:
*quizzical smile* What'd you walk in on?
*walks back to the couch*
pingu:
:: pulls a 'gross' face :: nathan.
Clairesy:
*laughs* Oh? With who?
pingu:
no, just nathan.
:: hugs his bag ::
Clairesy:
*sinks in* Oh!
*laughs* Hahaha.
pingu:
yeaah. haha. so.
Clairesy:
*points to couch* Sit down? You want tea or anything?
pingu:
oh sure tea, thank you.
:: he looks around and sits down with his bag on his knee ::
Clairesy:
*rattles about the kitchen for the kettle*
pingu:
:: eyes the hookah warily ::
Clairesy:
*gets it going then sits down next to him, picking her feedleash off the coffeetable*
You want to look at this?
pingu:
:: suddenly much more animated ::
oh, sure, yeah, let's have a look then.
Clairesy:
*passes it over*
pingu:
:: puts a jeweller's eyepiece on ::
pingu:
oh this one's nice.
can i open it? i mean, they're not under guarantee and i'm the best person to fix it if it goes wrong i guess! :: winning smile ::
Clairesy:
*shrugs* Sure.
pingu:
:: sets about it with a tiny screwdriver ::
:: making little noises of comprehension ::
oh it's got a few bits that i haven't.
Clairesy:
*pops up to fetch the tea while he's working*
Oh yeah?
pingu:
:: snaps the case shut and fiddles with the screen ::
Clairesy:
*fixes the tray with milk and sugar and some biscuits, then brings it over to the couch*
Any idea what it does?
pingu:
ooh, biscuits. thanks!
well there's the camera, mine hasn't got one.
Clairesy:
Oh no? I've not used mine much yet.
*scratches forehead* Though, huh, that's one of those personal touches, isn't it?
pingu:
:: takes a short digital memory card out of his bag, on a chain, and pops it in a fixture on the side ::
yeah, i don't think the others have one.
whoever it was knew you were a filmmaker.
Clairesy:
*raises eyebrows, impressed.
And I haven't even been using it as such.
I guess I will, now.
pingu:
yeah, here - :: gives her the card, which she can wear around her neck if she wants :: it doesn't have much memory, you'll need that.
Clairesy:
*takes it, fingering the chain then slipping it into her pocket*
pingu:
it's like it was missing something so you'd have to make friends to get what you needed.
:: watching the screen and not really listening to himself ::
Clairesy:
*thinks on that* How'd you figure out that yours could warm your tea?
pingu:
i was moving some stuff around and i just balanced my tea on it for a bit and when i picked it up it was hot again.
:: screwdriver in mouth, looks up :: it's really cool.
Clairesy:
*joking* Isn't liquid near electronics a no-no?
pingu:
oh yeah mainly.
but i was looking for something and i didn't really think, you know.
there's a feature here that finds the nearest free taxi, that's cool.
Clairesy:
Mmm. These seem indestructable, too. I've dropped mine so many times. *laughs* Clumsy!
pingu:
oh yeah, they're really well made.
i always thought it was jonatton who gave them out.
but why would he have chosen us?
Clairesy:
*looks at him* You and me? Got no idea.
pingu:
hah, look, if you click here it messes with the taxi's gps to bring it right in front of you.
:: a taxi honks its horn outside ::
Clairesy:
*whips around at the window* Uh!
But I don't need one?
pingu:
hee oh wow that's cool.
oh.
:: presses a few more things and the cab pulls off ::
sorry.
button-happy.
Clairesy:
That's really something, that.
pingu:
i guess, young woman in a big city and all that.
Clairesy:
*leans closer, peering over his shoulder* Does yours have this funny symbol there. *touches the back of the device*
Naboo's has one but it's different than mine.
pingu:
:: blinkblinks and shuffles away a bit, going into his bag ::
yeah i think - here, look, it's not quite the same.
Clairesy:
Odd. *puzzled face*
Maybe it's like... a serial number.
pingu:
they are odd. things.
i'd like to see them all but i haven't had a chance really.
and i wouldn't want to ask some of the leash people because they're...
kraftwork orange, sort of thing.
Clairesy:
*supplies* Unapproachable?
pingu:
that's the one.
:: reaches for his tea ::
Clairesy:
*grins* Yes, well. At that next party you should just wait for them to get pissed and pluck 'em off them.
pingu:
i'm sure it does more, but it's yours, so - i don't want to pry :: he passes it back to her ::
oh yeah i'll be stealing them that's what i'll do!
:: laughs a bit, relaxing just a little ::
can you see me stealing things?
Clairesy:
You could call it borrowing in the name of research?
*finds her own tea, takes a sip*
You'd be the perfect thief, actually.
pingu:
i don't want to get stabbed.
it's pretty important for my life and things that i don't get stabbed.
Clairesy:
*smiles over the rim of her mug*
They wouldn't suspect you enough to stab you.
pingu:
maybe i have a new career then!
Clairesy:
Ha! Petty thief Pingu has a ring, eh?
*puts down her tea* *scoots the hookah closer*
*gestures* Still game?
pingu:
that thing looks really interesting.
it should be naboo's feedleash.
Clairesy:
*pauses at that* I bet his has a place for hiding drugs.
pingu:
i think it probably does.
Clairesy:
*fiddles with the hose* I don't know how this works, either - just how to get smoke out of it.
pingu:
er. what do you do with it?
Clairesy:
Watch.
*lights the coal at the bottom*
*takes a heavy pull off the hose, then exhales smoke*
There's water in the bottom or something.
pingu:
it makes a good noise.
Clairesy:
Bubbly. *nods* Feels bubbly, too.
*offers the hose* Care to try?
pingu:
this is some kind of important thing.
i don't smoke anything at all, ever, much.
Clairesy:
*wavers* Well, I don't want to make you?
I think you'll like it, though?
pingu:
i think it's a good step.
:: he takes the hose ::
i mean, i'm getting my own place!
i won't be living with the... threat of... Nathan.
Clairesy:
*sighs* Nathan's not a threat, Pingu.
pingu:
have you seen the website?
he does things!
Clairesy:
*remembers, rather dimly, the pranks Pingu has been subjected to*
Oh, well, why don't you give him a smack?
pingu:
i have no idea how to.
:: glum ::
i don't even really want to.
i just don't want to jump every time a bird goes past the window.
Clairesy:
The jumping is partly Dan's fault. Him and his fake gun.
I don't know what he was thinking...
pingu:
:: colour drains from his face ::
i think i need a pull on this thing.
Clairesy:
*nods hard* You do.
pingu:
:: goes crosseyed looking at it as he puts it in his mouth and looks to claire for direction ::
Clairesy:
Breathe in... bit harder than normal, though.
Try to hold it in your lungs instead of letting it right out.
pingu:
okay.
:: tries a suck, until he gets a bubbly sound, and then lets ut out slowly through his mouth ::
:: not much, but not bad ::
hey wow!
:: smacks his lips ::
Clairesy:
*smiles a bit* You'll need more than that.
But probably not too much more, for your first time.
You want to enjoy yourself, not pass out.
pingu:
:: tries another one ::
yeah it's. :: coughcoughcoughcoughc::
Clairesy:
*politely pats him on the back* Easy there.
pingu:
:: his eyes water ::
no i think i've got it.
heh.
:: one more, and passes it back ::
:: talks through the smoke as he exhales :: i always wanted to do this. it looks so cool in films.
Clairesy:
*takes another pull for herself, more practiced than his but not with the flair of Naboo*
*tries for a smoke ring and fails*
pingu:
those are cool too when they work. :)
Clairesy:
I keep trying.
pingu:
:: when pingu smiles, it's a bit like a smilie. he does them at the end of a sentence to show what he just meant. a lifetime online. ::
Clairesy:
My lips go a bit tingly though. *tugs at her bottom lip*
you feel anything?
pingu:
oh weird.
:: blushes, it doesn't take much ::
Clairesy:
Heh, you look like you do.
pingu:
:: tries tea ::
... hot tea. :: blusha blush. ::
er. and.
how are you, then?
Clairesy:
*stretches a bit* Brilliant. *slouches back into the cushions*
pingu:
that's good.
i don't know but you seemed to be having a time of it?
nathan sent you flowers.
Clairesy:
Hmm? *thinks through the haze* Oh yes, yes he did.
And then he told me to fuck off.
pingu:
i don't get nathan.
:: thinks, then whispers :: i don't really like him much.
Clairesy:
*watches him* He's not always easy to like. *thinks to herself, 'or -dislike-, sometimes', but doesn't say it aloud*
Who said you had to like him?
pingu:
i sort of met him at college and it sort of just happened.
i... don't? have to like him? i guess?
um.
but we were friends once i think for a bit.
Clairesy:
*sits up straighter* You should tell him to fuck off. He could do with hearing it himself, I think.
pingu:
:: giggle ::
i don't think i've ever said that to anyone.
Clairesy:
You should try it! *has a brilliant plan*
*turns to face him* Tell me to fuck off.
pingu:
whatno
Clairesy:
Yeah, do it!
It's practise.
pingu:
but for something i can't do!
Clairesy:
*sighs* How about 'fuck you' as a starter?
pingu:
but that's worse!
Clairesy:
*worries brow* You have said the word fuck, haven't you?
pingu:
:: a little panic. quite a persuasive lass. ::
maybe.
when i broke something.
no! i set fire to myself with a soldering iron once.
Clairesy:
But sometimes you can just say fuck as a sort of... way of emphasising. It doesn't always have to be when you're angry.
Like... *seriously, crossing her legs on the couch and facing him full-on*
Try... "Fuck me, but I'm high."
pingu:
okay.
:: directing it at himself seems okay ::
fuck me but i'm high?
Clairesy:
*giggles* I can hear a question mark.
But that was good.
Now...
Try "Fuck, Claire, are you high too?"
pingu:
:: redredred ::
errrrm?
no, no, it's okay, it's a Thing. it's a rite of passage!
Clairesy:
*nudges his knee* Just trrry.
Once?
pingu:
fuck! claire! areyouhightoo!
:: claps a hand over his mouth, and laughs ::
Clairesy:
*laughs and laughs, almost rolling onto her back*
pingu:
:: punches the air, triumph! :: hee!
Clairesy:
Ha! *snorts* That was good.
*manages to sit back up*
pingu:
hee.
:: wiggles his hand for the pipe ::
might as well have another go at this now.
:: makes a face, like he's a man of the world ::
Clairesy:
*raises her eyebrows, finding the hose and passing it over*
Fuck me, but you will be high.
pingu:
oh and you have to go to work...
i don't want to mess up your evening by getting all high
Clairesy:
Are you kidding? *snickers* I always go to work high.
It's a lot funner that way.
pingu:
:: boggles :: does mr berry know?
Clairesy:
Ha, who?
pingu:
the... moll?
you work for him. there.
don't you?
Clairesy:
Yeah. I work there. *tries to focus on who she works for, but there's a big hazy spot* My boss doesn't care.
pingu:
:: tokes ::
Clairesy:
Everyone there is on something.
pingu:
you should watch out he might take you off the bar and Out The Back while you're too high to notice.
:: blinks at himself for thinking and saying that ::
Clairesy:
*considers the statement seriously* I never go in -that- high.
Just enough to make the time fly.
pingu:
yeah i guess that would help
mostly when you're coding you just sort of forget about time
i don't eat unless i remember to, and stuff.
Clairesy:
*looks him over, he is a bit weedy*
You play computer games, don't you?
pingu:
well yeah i make them more than i play them these days.
but i like it that way.
:: fiddles with the thing ::
Clairesy:
They'd be fun to play when you were high, I bet.
*brushes her hair off her forehead* Hey, you threw away that book Dajve gave you?
"The Game"?
pingu:
oh um
i tried to read it
but.
Clairesy:
Tried? I've never read it. Was it bad?
pingu:
it's a bit horrible.
it's just about... using women.
how to and stuff.
Clairesy:
*giggles* Oh -cheeky-!
I knew it was about something to that tune.
pingu:
oh it's not nice at all, it's just about playing with their minds until they like you.
it's all really... false.
Clairesy:
*tilts her head* I'm trying to picture you playing with someone's mind.
pingu:
yeah i didn't think so either
i left it in the toilet at jonatton's party.
Clairesy:
*smirks* Seems as good a place for it as any.
Using a book to get a girlfriend seems pretty lame.
pingu:
yeah, b-but.
i didn't even want it that lady dajve gave it to me and.
Clairesy:
Oh, no! *shakes her head* I didn't mean you'd tried to use it...
I mean, ha, did you hear what she gave me?
*covers her mouth, laughing a bit*
pingu:
no?
Clairesy:
*wide eyes* .... sex toys!
pingu:
:: equally wide ::
aheheheheh.
Clairesy:
I almost feel offended.
She's implying that no-one can get laid, practically.
*mock-frowns*
pingu:
:: quietly :: yeah, what's that about.
ClairesyL
The nerve! *starts laughing again, a bit oblivious to his quietness*
pingu:
she's pretty scary though
like jonatton
Clairesy:
Well I don't understand most of what either of them say.
*shrugs* But it's probably all bollocks, so.
*straightens up again* Lads don't -need- mind games to get girls. God!
pingu:
they treat the world like a playground.
yeah people should just be normal with each other pretty much i think.
Clairesy:
*half-smiles* Normal? Not sure I know what that is, anymore.
pingu:
mostly i'd say drinking tea. :)
Clairesy:
*she would normally not be so presumptuous, but in her stonedness she has seems like a great idea* Hey, Pingu?
I should find you a date with someone.
A nice normal girl.
pingu:
oh well yeah
i mean that would be alright aheh
:: blushy blush, fiddle fiddle ::
Clairesy:
*lifts an eyebrow* You do like girls, yeah?
pingu:
:: seems to think quite carefully :: ... yes. yep.
Clairesy:
*ponders* Maybe the waitress at the cafe. She's cute.
I -think- she speaks English.
What's your type?
pingu:
er
:: likewise a little high ::
i don't know, sort of lady shaped and maybe brown hair and a nice face?
someone who maybe knows PERL or at least uses linux.
Clairesy:
*giggles at the words 'lady shaped'*
PERL? *makes an 'eh?' face*
pingu:
it's a programming language.
or maybe it would be best if i met someone who didn't do programming?
Clairesy:
Well. *seriousy* You seem to be on this thing about .... steps. Outside the comfort zone?
pingu:
i was going to that but then nathan came back.
i don't know if it was helping much.
:: tokes, passes ::
Clairesy:
*fiddles with the hose* Helping with what?
pingu:
... getting outside and, talking to people.
Clairesy:
That's a good idea. But it's hard to meet people because most the people I meet, anyway, I meet through other people.
That's how I met my... ah. *stops abruptly*
pingu:
and feedleashes.
Clairesy:
Right.
pingu:
:: doesn't ask ::
Clairesy:
*tiny bit flustered* Anyway, you know me, so you can meet people through me?
pingu:
... okay. :: brighter :: yeah.
that sounds good really because i think you have a good amount of How to Find Normal in People.
Clairesy:
*beams* Yeah! Oh, and if nothing else I'll see to it that you have it off, heh.
*grins and grins and wonders what working in a whorehouse has done to her*
pingu:
:: flinches ::
:: erming :: yeah.
Clairesy:
*notices the flinch*
I was joking *though only sort of* A nice, normal girl, yeah?
pingu:
i don't know too much about girls really.
i like them in a general way. :)
Clairesy:
Girls are all different. *raises a finger* Those books all suppose they're the same.
But am -I- like any of those girls on the feedleash?
pingu:
then is it bad or good to like them in a general way? :: one eye closed, as if doing a calculation ::
no way you're nice.
Clairesy:
It's not bad. Why would it be? *not sure what he's asking*
pingu:
i don't know... i don't know enough to be specific about it? them? er.
aheheheh.
Clairesy:
*waves hand dismissively* We'll figure it out. Brown hair, nice face, lady-shaped.
That describes plenty of them.
pingu:
:: smiles quite sweetly. he's pleased that he's given claire something to do. ::
Clairesy:
*runs a finger though her hair, grimacing a bit at the greasy feel of it* I should shower before work.
I'm supposed to look nice, hah.
pingu:
oh okay i'll
yeah i'll get going.
:: puts down half-finished tea ::
Clairesy:
You can stay. Really. I just have to go.
pingu:
but there's no-one else here and you'll be -
in the shower and.
Clairesy:
*blinks, then grins* What... you going to peek at me?
pingu:
ah, er, no!
Clairesy:
Joke?
pingu:
is it?
good?
ahehem.
Clairesy:
Really, Pingu. Watch the television. You won't believe how good it is.
And someone's bound to come home soon.
pingu:
... okay.
Clairesy:
*hands him the remote*
pingu:
okay.
:: presses buttons ::
oh fuck me i'm high.
:: grins ::
Clairesy:
*laughs as she heads for the other flat*
No peeking!
pingu:
:: half-closed eyes, he'll be asleep by the time she comes back ::