Private On Worlds Like These

[Jett Vox]

Jett couldn't argue with Aren's logic at all, in fact her eyes darted to the left, up, then to the right as she made the mental calculation required to disassemble that whole phrase. People who are burdens rarely... when she then just kind of grinned and sat down hard, spinning around and playing the game. Meanwhile Omen and Aren were still chatting it up. She gave a grimace when she realize she'd died in-game while she'd been distracted. She put down the controller and spun around where she sat, contemplating the plot of Yoda Party;

"So... it's like a board game... on a video screen." She said. The comment sounded to her ears like the mental equivalent of a 'thud.' "No offense, but that sounds dumb. Like, why not just play a board game?" Obviously she knew what board games were.

If they happened to look her way, they would have noticed the sixteen-year-old had a bit of a grossed-out look over the adult display of affection, which she would hide out of politeness, when she forced an awkward grin. "Maybe someone should show me to my... er... room?" She said slowly, a bit uncomfortable with the idea. Back home she'd shared a room with her sister and a smelly Nerf named Gerd. Having her own room sounded surreal, like a luxury of the utmost opulence.

"I mean... if you guys are planning to sit here and make out," she said, proving that the best thing about teenagers was that they didn't have much of a filter from their brains to their mouths.

Aren D'Shade Sergeant Omen

 

[Aren D'Shade]

Aren had been watching the screen over Omen's shoulder while he explained the game, her attention split between the characters' chaotic movement and Jett's slow piecing together of how the controls worked. When Omen pulled her down into his lap, the motion barely startled her; she simply shifted enough to keep from blocking the display, settling comfortably against him as if this were a perfectly ordinary position for continuing a conversation.

When he accused her of sabotaging him in a footrace, she glanced sideways at him with the calm expression that usually meant he was not entirely wrong.

"I would only disable your legs if you were ahead," she said evenly. "That is called strategy."

Her eyes returned briefly to the screen, one eyebrow lifting when Jett's character abruptly failed whatever challenge the game had thrown at her.

At the girl's blunt declaration that the entire concept of a video board game sounded dumb, Aren didn't appear offended in the slightest.

"It is dumb," she said simply. "That's part of the appeal."

Her tone suggested she had long ago accepted that much of the galaxy's entertainment worked on that exact principle.

When Jett finally turned around and suggested someone show her to her room, while also calling out the possibility that the two adults might start making out. Aren shifted slightly in Omen's lap, her expression remaining perfectly composed despite the teenager's lack of filter.

"That is an efficient summary of the situation," she replied calmly.

Her gaze moved toward the hallway leading deeper into the apartment.

"Your room is the second door on the left. The panel beside the bed controls the lights and temperature. If you press the wrong button, it will not explode."

A brief pause followed before she added, just a little more gently,

"There are clean linens in the cabinet and a refresher at the end of the hall if you want one."

Then she glanced back at the game screen and picked up Jett's abandoned controller from the table.

"You should also finish the round before leaving," Aren said, placing it back in the girl's hands. "Otherwise, Omen will claim victory by default and become unbearable for the rest of the evening."

Her eyes flicked sideways toward him.

"Again."

Jett Vox Sergeant Omen

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Omen just narrowed his eyes alittle bit, glancing at Aren as she got comfortable with his chest as her backrest as he thought about what bull she just spewed out. "No... Thats called sabotage. Cmon, we have a young adult sitting with us, have some class." Okay, maybe both of them lacked class but atleast he was okay at hiding it. Appreantly for whatever reason though, Aren was going to let her hair down tonight. It might even get long enough to cover her neck.

While Aren agreed with Jett that video board games were dumb, she could probably feel the heat coming off of Omen's brain as it threatened to explode. Murmuring "You wouldn't know joy of good music and animations if it hit you in the face...", he decided to let it be and just enjoy their company, trying to help Jett through the game's story. Atleast that was until Jett called them out for being too lovely dovy and Aren agreed. So the Clone did what he usually did in these situations to turn it around, using his sense of humor. "You sure you don't stay though? You are gonna to be doing it to in acouple of years and if you are as good at it as you are in shooting, you just might need to view the live demostraition to get it down pat." So this is what parents got out of teasing their kids. Omen didn't think he had felt such happiness and satisfaction before. He just might have to do that again.

The Arc's tone turned serious again (or atleast as serious as he got) as his att ention turned back to the game. "Don't worry, she is exaggerating. You'll improve at this soon too. Maybe even get good enough to challenge me. But you've had a long day and I'll understand want to crash out. I promise I'll only celebrate and show boat just alittle bit." He was kidding of course. Even Omen was above bringing a kid to tears. Besides, Aren would probably get off his lap if he did that and that would really be a sad moment.

Aren D'Shade Jett Vox

 

[Jett Vox]

"It's good to know not every button makes something explode," Jett said without a hint of humor in her tone.
When Aren suggested disabling Omen's legs, Jett made a mental note of the strategy. Would it be smart to shoot out someone's legs to keep them from winning in a game? Technically yes. Would it be sporting? Probably not. She thumbed the controller, and this time managed to find and shoot the sniper that had gotten her on the last round. Her aim was improving, her speed too. Just working the controls simultaneously was part of the challenge.

"I guess I don't see the appeal," she replied dryly, just as another shot came out of the bushes and killed her sprite. Jett heaved her shoulders and groaned, but she had hit the continue button before she even thought and was speeding faster through the first part, quickly speeding through as if she'd memorized all the enemies and their locations without losing any of that. It was only when she met a new target that she failed. The second time around, she was always quicker and made it to the next one without incident. "Sabotage on the other hand... sounds kinda fun," she mused absently.

Turns out she only needed to see a pattern once before she had it committed to mind. Which means, as long as she survives a battle, she'd probably be able to repeat the same situation and win. It was a gift, Jett supposed, but not a very useful one. After all, most of the time she'd have been dead without the Beskar - and of course a real life fight didn't have a little map in the corner where you could see the enemy positions.

She died again. In game, though just a little bit inside each time too.

"I suppose I should get some rest then." Jett stood up and picked up her helmet, sliding it over her head.

<bzzt> "The early wasp eats the exogorth." <bzzt>

Sergeant Omen Aren D'Shade