Day 7 morning

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>You stared at the blank screen wondering what to type
>"Hey guys guess what? The Mane 6 plus Gilda, and Lyra, and Spike are at my place!!! You jelly!?!?!"
>That just seemed retarded
>You sighed and changed the address
>Google
>Search: Self-defense
>You were hoping maybe you'd find something that would help you take on a sperg the size of a mountain
>Like the one you had tied up in the basement
>Oh yeah, he's still there isn't he?
>You look at the clock
>5:43 A.M.
>Hmm...he would probably still be asleep at this time
>And so would your neighbors
>You grimace at the thought of having to sustain that...thing
>But you had to do it unless you wanted manslaughter as a charge against you
>You leave your seat and move to the kitchen
>Now what the hell would you feed him?
>A sandwich? hell no he would need his hands free for that
>You search through your cabinets until you find an old sports bottle, the kind with the straw
>Perfect
>You had just the thing in mind
>Thankfully you had every ingredient needed for the protein shake
>Some milk, a banana, bran cereal, and a raw egg
>Mix together in a blender and you were good to go
>Oh, right. The blender...
>It's not that you didn't have one, it's that you didn't want to wake anybody
>Least of all Gilda, who knew what-
>G: "Hng, what are you doing dweeb?"
>She caught you by surprise and startle you, bitch was as quiet as a cat
"Ah, oh, uh. Breakfast."
>Gilda looks over your shoulder at the set of ingredients
>G: "Whatever, pour me a bowl too."
"Huh? Oh, no this is for a shake."
>G: "Then pour me a glass twerp! Do i have to think for you now?"
>Gilda walked back to the sofa bed and pulled out the Cosmo Magazine from the bag.
>She wouldn't leave the store without it
>You go back to your devices, with her awake it was just a matter of not being too loud with the damn thing
>Power level 6 should do it

---

>Once again you're walking down the same hallway you did not two days ago
>It seemed shorter now that you didn't have to drag a mammoth hunk of fat and sweat behind you
>When you get to the elevator again you take notice of your surroundings
>Not a drug dealer or nosy neighbor around
>You take a deep breath as you open the gate again just enough to squeeze through
>You tap the button for the basement and off went the screeching mess
>Not wanting to draw attention to yourself you waited until now to slip on your mask
>Really it was just your pillowcase with two holes you cut in it with your knife just before you left
>When Gilda asked you just shook your head and handed her the glass full of pulverized breakfast mash
>She didn't bother you much either, she was too entertained with all those pictures of boobs
>Okay time for the run through
>Mask, Check
>Nutrient Shake, Check
>Duct Tape, Check
>Knife, Check
>Yeah that was it
>As the elevator hit the bottom you realize you forgot a flashlight
>But you still had a phone
>You open the door and step through the threshold into the darkness beyond the yellowed light
>You pause and listen for any signs of life
>Yes, a steady breath assured you the beast still slumbered
>Clicking the phone light on you balance it against a stack of boxes and shine in your general direction
>You could just make out the gray strung out Mongoloid giant in the dim LED light
>You unwrap the first bit of duct tape and wrap it around the bottle
>Next you press it against his greasy, pimply, hairy chin and wrap it around his head
>It was at this time he began stirring
>As soon as he saw your pillowcase head he started crying and screaming as loud as he could
>You cut off the tape and place your finger over your mouth to silence him
>It worked for a second before you procured your knife
>He started making a noise like a high pitch whine as it got closer
>You intended no harm of course
>You cut a small slit in the tape encasing his mouth and slip the straw inside
"Start sucking."
>Good job Anon, that didn't sound creepy
>The sperg takes a small experimental sip, then starts going to town on it
"That's a good boy."
>That one was meant to be creepy
>You slap on an additional square of duct tape over his mouth to make sure the straw didn't come out
>And to keep him from screaming out loud
>Your job done you turn on your heel and put out the phone light
>Once again your back behind the cage in the elevator and going up
>You hear one last whine before the rusty gears drown him out

---

>The gears at the top didn't settle too well
>They cranked out a thud that you swore shook the whole level of the building
>You squeeze back out and scrape the gate into place
>You fish out the padlock you bought yesterday and placed it in a loop on the inside of the cage
>Anyone trying to pry into it would be hard pressed to take off the lock with bolt cutters
*CLICK*
>??: "Feeding time?"
>You look up to find the dealer leaning against his doorway and chowing on some cereal
>That's when you notice something else
>The noticeably narrow field of view you have
>The pillowcase was still on your head
>You pull it off slowly and try to give him your best 'givafuck' attitude
"Yeah."
>You stuff the pillowcase in your back pocket and walk a little closer to him
"How's it going?"
>The dealer just scooped another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and chewed with his mouth open
>He wiped his nose with his thumb and shrugged
>You guessed okay
"Why did you tell me to park in the back? What did the landlord say?"
>The dealer looked soured by the question
>?: "Fuck that nigga. Got his bitch ass around my pinkie."
"Well, yeah fine but what about me? What's he going to do?"
>Another spoonful
>He shook his head and sipped some of the milk from the bowl
>?: "He won't do shit to you."
>You felt a little weight lift off your shoulders.
>?: "Just give him a ride tonight."
"Huh?"
>?: "Yeah, he just needs to talk to some people and he doesn't want to take his car."
"What the fuck?"
>?: "Don't worry about it."

>You sigh and look at the floor
>Guess it was better than being kicked out
>When you look back up you see him staring behind you
>Following his gaze you find Gilda standing at the corner
>Her long legs were peeking out from under your sweater which she was wearing
>?: "Damn. How you doing?"
>G: "Are you talking to me spaz?"
>?: "Hey, c'mon you know you look good."
>He flashed her his winning smile and you were actually surprised to see all his teeth were perfectly white
>Gilda ignored him
>G: "Get moving dweeb."
>?: "Hey, not yet. We're still talking here. Why don't you join us? My name's Tony. Tony Desperado."
>Is this nigger serious.gif
>To your surprise Gilda smiles back at him
>G: "In that case my name's Nunya. Nunyabusiness!"
>Instantly her smile grows into a scowl
>G: "Will you get moving dweeb so i can stop talking to this loser?"
>Tony: "Loser? Girl you don't know me."
>Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash and started waving it in front of him
>Gilda countered by digging into your sweater pocket and pulling out your wad of cash
>G: "Big whoop, see i got some too. Now why don't you quit trying to act like you're such a big boy?"
>Tony bit his lip and you knew he was starting to get tired of her
>Tony: "Oh, is that yours? Or is it..."
>Tony glared at you
>Gilda just sneered
>G: "Does it matter? The fact is i know what to do with it. But i bet you don't. In fact i bet there are a lot of things you have that you don't know what to do with."
>Tony became agitated and started walking towards her
>You stepped in his way and he tried to step around
>You block him again and he pushes you aside
>You grab his arm and squeeze without looking
>Tony turns his head to look at you
>It suddenly clicks in his mind that your purposefully holding him back
>T: "Oh, so you think you're hard now?"
>You peer at him through the corner of your eye
"Only when i need to be."
>A small silence passes between you two where neither of your break your gaze
>Finally Tony shakes you off and turns to face you
>T: "Alright fine. Don't forget about Brad, he's taking you to meet his friends later."
>That wasn't a very friendly tone he took with you
>In fact it was downright menacing
>Brad? Was the landlord's name Brad?
>You hear a door close to your right and find that in your pondering Tony slipped away
>Breathing a sigh of relief you turn back around to walk Gilda back
>Wait, where'd she go?
>You take a few step forward
"Gilda?"
>You turn the corner and find her halfway down the hall
>She was looking back at you
>G: "Took you long enough, what did i say?"
>You were at a loss for words
>She snarled
>G: "Get moving dweeb!"

>You obediently follow that ass back to your apartment
>On the way you began building questions in your mind
>Why are you wearing my sweater?
>Why do you have my money?
>And maybe just as important. Why the fuck did you walk out the door like that!?
>Walking back into your apartment you make sure to put both locks on the door
>Turning around youre ready to bombard Gilda with your questions when you see her slipping off the sweater
>Rather than unzipping it she pulled it over her head and for a second you imagined her nightgown must've caught
>It was when she pulled it over her shoulders that you realized she wasn't wearing it
>As Gilda bunches the sweater around her chest to get her arms out you throw your hands over your eyes and turn into the corner
"What the hell are you doing?"
>G: "Huh?"
>Gilda is surprised to find you in that awkward position
>G: "What are you doing now?"
"You're joking!"
>G: "No, i mean why are you way over there? Don't you want your sweater back?
>You could sense her holding it out to you
>Blood rushed to your face as your imagination got carried away
"J-just put it back on!"
>Gilda remained quiet
>G: "What are you going on about now doofus!?"
>You still couldn't move
>It was then that Gild saw the open magazine on the bed and put two and two together
>G: "Oh, i get it. You just can't handle these luscious melons can you!"
>You feel your heart skip a beat


>Where did she learn that kind of language?
>Did you really want to know?
>Actually yes you did, that was earth lingo she was using
>You spot the magazine out the corner of your eye
"Wait, Gilda. Can you read?"
>G: "What the heck is that supposed to mean! Of course i can read, you think im some kind of idiot
>Without turning around you reach over and pick up the mag
>You flip through the pages until you spot an ad for perfume
"What's this say?"
>You hold up the magazine at eye level
>G: "It says you're an idiot."
"What's it say?"
>Gilda sighs and reads the ad
>G: "If we only meet for five seconds. I'll remember you the rest of my life. Dolce & Gabana. Oh, barf dude."
>You weren't as concerned with the cheesiness of the ad as the fact that Gilda could read the English language.
"Gilda...how come you can read my language?"
>G: "Turn around and I'll tell you."
>You were just about to when you heard her snicker and remembered
"I-ah no! No way! Put on some clothes first!"
>Gilda starts chuckling again when you hear a door open
>FS: Gilda? *gasps* What are you doing?"
>G: "Huh?"
>FS: "Cover yourself up this instant young lady!"
>What the fuck?
>FS: "You heard me. Put those puppies away right now. Anon isn't that kind of person."
>G: "Oh come on, i was just having some fun with him."
>FS: "Gilda."
>G: "Fine. Buzzkill."

>You hear a bit of a ruffle behind you before Fluttershy gives you the ok to turn around
>You turn back around and watch Gilda walk away into the bedroom wearing your sweater
>You wondered if she was wearing a bra when you woke her up earlier
>FS: "Oh, anon are you okay?"
"What? Of course i would why wouldn't i be?"
>FS: "Oh, it's just that Gilda. She-"
"Whoa, whoa. Hold up a second. Did you stand up to Gilda?"
>Fluttershy blushed a bit
>FS: "Oh, that. After we got home the power went out so we couldn't really do anything besides talk."
"Wait, the power went out? Wait! How did we get home? I don't remember shit."
>Fluttershy seemed surprised by your question
>FS: "A-anon. You drove us."
>What?
>Twilight came out of the bedroom and stretched
>TS: "Good morning everyone."
"Twilight!"
>TS: "Ah! What! What!"
"What the fuck happened yesterday!"
>TS: "I don't know what you mean! Why!? What's happening?"
>FS: "Anon doesn't remember how we got home."
>TS: "Oh my goodness. Anon! Don't scare me like that."
"But-but..."
>TS: "But what? You drove straight from the laundromat back here."
"I did?"
>TS: "Don't you remember?"
"No. I don't."
>TS: "I thought you seemed quiet."
"Huh?"
>TS: "Well, when we finally got into the car Gilda shook you awake from your nap and then you just started driving. You didn't say anything but you had this look on your face like you were angry. We were afraid you were mad at us for taking so long so we decided not to bother you."

>You tried to understand. Even remember.
>But you couldn't. Who the hell ever heard of sleep driving?
>TS: "Anyways, you drove us home safely. And then you just opened up that bed from the sofa and went straight to sleep."
>You sat down on the bed in your living room
>Shaking your head in disbelief you decided that it was good enough
>You stand back up and go into the kitchen
"Alright then, crazy shit happens i suppose. So, who's ready for breakfast?"
>AJ: "I know i am. Hoo-doggy, that game of twister yesterday sure took it out of me!"
>Dude wut?
>The girls were coming out of the bedroom one by one and gathered in the empty space in your apartment
>You started to realize this place was looking pretty small right about now
>But
>But...
>That was just it. It was filled with butts and boobs.
>No complaints here.
>Content with your logic you turn back around and start working on breakfast for the girls
>A few minutes later you served up a tray loaded with hashbrowns, toast, and the experimental eggs.
>You even tried cooking some oatmeal and surprisingly didn't burn it too badly.
>And since Gilda was new here, some sausage and bacon
>O.J. was the beverage of choice but you also pull out a carton of milk
"Alright girls dig in."
>Everyone took their place at the table, though they had to share chairs
>That's when you noticed Spike and Lyra
"Hey, where's them other two?"
>TS: "Oh, they're sleeping in this morning. Apparently they thought it would be fun to drink the bottle of liquor you kept under your bed."
>Bottle of liquor?
>Oh, crap that cheap ass wine from Raymond's party last year?
>Not even you wanted to drink that thing. But hey you helped steal it.
>Souvenir right?
"Well, serves them right."
>TS: "I'll say. When we get back home I'm going make him clean the attic until it's spotless."
>You nodded in agreement.
>TS: "Oh, anon. Aren't you going to join us? We could make room for you."
>All eyes in the room looked at you
>You couldn't join them anyway, they were using all your plates and spoons and shit.
>You look at the counter and find the blender still half full of that crap
"That's okay. I got something for myself."
>You pour the remainder of the shake into a glass you hoped was clean and started chugging
>You give them all a thumbs up and walk to your room to drag the tv back to the living room
>The rain seemed to have stopped but you didn't want any surprises
>Meanwhile the girls started talking amongst themselves again
>TS: "You see. It's true."
>You didn't give a shit what was true
>You just wanted to watch the weather
>With the tv plugged back in you were all set
>Now if only your controller would work for once
>TS: "Those women said Cosmo never lies..."
>You click the remote like mad until you arrive at a channel with news hosts
>Newscaster: "No more rain predicted for the rest of this week. Which is good news for the rescue crews still at work around the city."
>RD: "That would explain a lot."
>News: "We now go live to Arnie Pie, eye in the sky for the latest development just outside of Smithville."
>Smithville huh? Pretty close to where you were just two days ago
>Arnie: "Diane we are live over the scene of this horrible tragedy."
>Arnie played up the news story as you chugged your shake
>It was pretty chunky from the low setting
>You wondered if that fat bastard could drink it well
>TS: "Which is why we have to be supportive. Their society isn't as accepting as ours."
>What were they going on about?
>Arnie: "...just over the bridge where the water reached record levels. Witnesses reported not even being able to see the road after the rush of water came through. It's a miracle it's still standing as it is."
>Flash flood maybe? You wondered what happened to those autists chasing you.
>TS: "So no matter what, he's our friend and we have to support him."
>AJ: "You don't reckon how long this'll have to go one do ya?"
>TS: "Until he's ready to admit he's gay."
>You drop your cup from shock
>You heard Twilight say something and looked straight at her
>Her mouth was moving, and words were coming out but you had lost all understanding
---

"For fuck's sake I'm not gay! How many times do i have to say it?"
>You had been having this discussion ever since you left your place and Twilight just wouldn't let up
>Turns out there was an article on fags and Gilda had read it to all of them once the power went out
>TS: "But that would explain so much. Your unwillingness to er, copulate, with Rainbow Dash? And then when we all "came on to you"
>She actually used air quotes
>TS: "You couldn't get away from us fast enough."
"Twilight, Rainbow and I-"
>TS: "Yes, and Lady V from Cosmopolitan magazine said it was perfectly healthy for gays to experiment with the opposite sex to understand their emotions. What other explanation could there be?"
"Gee, i don't know. Maybe i practice proper etiquette? Maybe i don't actually want to force you all to do things you aren't comfortable with? Ever heard of a little thing called modesty?"
>Twilight sat back in her seat befuddled
>TS: "But...but..."
>AJ: "Come on now Twilight. You have to figure he's telling the truth if he's willing to stick his guns so strongly."
>TS: "But Lady V said Gays would deny it vehemently at first."
>AJ: "You know who else would deny it? Somepony who wasn't gay."
"Thank you Applejack."
>AJ: "You're welcome Anon. It took Braeburn two seconds to break."
"Oh, yeah? That's nice."
>It took you a second.
"Are you saying Braeburns gay?"
>AJ: "As a daffodil. 'Course we call his types Side-Saddled back in my country."
"Braeburn's a fucking fag?"
>You couldn't help yourself blowing air through your lips and laughing
>Twilight snapped back into reality and Applejack nudged her
>AJ: "Y'see. Even he uses that word."
>You were pulling into the parking lot before you could stop laughing
>It was only when you pulled into a spot that you remembered
>You stopped laughing and put your game face on
"Alright, remember what i said. Just a normal day."
>Twilight couldn't speak, she was still in shock
>You bet she wanted to have a gay friend so bad
>Gilda spoke for her
>G: "I thought you wanted to send us all back ASAP?"
"Not today. If we get caught out of the classroom twice in a row we'll get found out. Just stick close to Twilight."
>The girls started to pile out and you took a moment to check yourself in the mirror
>Today had to be a normal day
>Because you needed it to be a normal

---

>Dicho y echo (all said and done)
>Classes went by as normal
>Nobody fucked with you, especially not Biff
>But then that's probably because you were eating lunch with a new crowd
>You shot shit with two of your friends during the last period
>The teacher had to step out for a second and it turned into a full half hour
>Students were saying it was a divorce
>Finally the bell rang and you walked back to your locker to meet up with the girls
>You couldn't help but notice a few fedoras hanging around the parking lot from the windows on the second floor
>You spotted a guy you knew from first period, a football player who wasn't a complete dick
"Hey, Scott right? I'm glad i found you..."

>R: "There you are darling, I simply can't wait to measure you."
"Scuse me?"
>R: "For the gala later this week. I'm preparing brand new outfits for all of us, remember?"
>You guessed so and nodded
>Everyone started walking with you
>R: "Oh, i just need a bit more cloth. I'm afraid i used up everything i had yesterday for our fun little outfits."
"What do you mean?"
>R: "Well, after you fell asleep i couldn't resist the urge to tear up those old clothes we bought and 'reassemble' them into something new."
>You round the corner and open the door to the outside
>Just then you think about the nighty Gilda was wearing that morning
"Rarity, exactly what did you reassemble them into?"
>R: "Why i just threw together some cute little nightwear for us all to use during our slumber party. I really didn't have much to work with."
>You thought that was what it was.
>But you didn't remember seeing Twilight wearing any sexy nighty
>You decide not to push it and instead focus on the fight
>Turns out if you tell a football player that a dorky atheist club claims to have had group sex with his sister, he gets pretty steamed
>And maybe he calls on his buddies to help him kick ass
>G: "Aren't those the dorks from yesterday?"
"They sure are."
>You continue walking
>G: "I knew they'd get creamed."
"You and every other sensible person on this planet."

---

>The birds were singing
>The sun was shining
>And all seemed right with the world
>But you knew different
>You had that sinking feeling inside you that only came when you knew there was something wrong
>That something was the fact that you were probably responsible for all those retarded ass faggots' deaths
>The more you thought about it the more you felt responsible
>You weren't even paying attention to the road
>You had put yourself in auto-pilot until you reached the thrift store again
>What were there like thirty of them?
>Maybe more if they could fit more than one lard ass in a prius
>R: "Anon if i may be so bold?"
"Hmm?"
>R: "Well, i just wanted to know what kind of budget we had for luxuries."
>You pat your pocket and feel the familiar bulge
>Not your dick you sick freak the money
"We're good Rarity, feel free to splurge your heart out."
>Rarity seemed genuinely delighted at the news
"What are you waiting for?"
>Rarity practically crawled over Twilight and Applejack as she moved from the back seat to the door
>You felt a bit of that twinge fall away as you watched her traipse hurriedly across the lot
>She was leading the charge of an all female shopping spree
>God help your wallet

>As you remove your own seatbelt your startle by Gilda who hadn't gotten out
"Ah. What the hell are you doing here?"
>G: "What?"
"Why didn't you leave with them?"
>G: "Like they want me to tag along."
"But, wait i thought you all had some kind of party after i knocked out."
>G: "Oh they did. I just didn't want to take part in it."
"Why?"
>G: "I didn't want to play any baby games. What the heck is twister anyway?"
>'A very good excuse to grope'
"Twister's...fun."
>G: "And what about this game called 'Operation'?"
"Oh, yeah i hate that game i don't know why i bought it. I always catch the sides."
>G: "Right. That's what kept happening to-I mean it looked so lame."
>Hard to disagree
"So you getting out?"
>G: "No way, i don't even like dances."
"I suppose you want me to leave the radio on again?"
>G: "Duh."
"Well, too bad."
>You pull out the keys and step out the car
"Let's go."
>As you walk away from the car you hear a door slam behind you
>In seconds Gilda is on top of you demanding to leave her the keys
>G: "I already kicked your butt yesterday, so you know i can defend myself."
"Maybe, against one scrawny kid, that you take by surprise. What about against a whole gang?"
>Gilda glared at you
"Let's just go. You don't have to hang out with the girls but i'm not leaving you out here alone."
>G: "Great. So i have to hang out with you?"
"Not if you don't want to."
>Gilda humphed and you led her into the store
"But as long as we are, can i ask i question?"
>G: "What?"
"You make up with Rainbow yet?"

>Gilda hesitated before she spoke
>G: "Nah. She's still...hey speaking of Rainbow Dash. I heard the girls saying you two were dating."
>Now it was your turn to freeze up
"Uh, yeah. Dating is a little strong for what we're doing."
>As you thought about Rainbow and what happened that night you seemed to recall you two haven't really spoken about it
>It crossed your mind that maybe the reason she didn't speak to you the day before, or today, might have something to do with that
>G: "So?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I don't know. I guess we did move kind of fast. It sort of feels like i was a different person back then."
>G: "How long has she been here?"
"Ahh, bout a week?"
>G: "A week? You were a different person a week ago?"
"Well, yeah. Sort of. A lot of stuff happened, you weren't here for it."
>You pass through the double doors and try to find the girls
>The cloth and remnant section was far away from the entrance
"Uh, guess the girls got ahead of us."
>G: "Like i care, is there any reason for us to be here?"
>You try to think of one
>You just didn't want to leave her outside
"Well, i guess we could look for...stuff?"
>G: "Really?"
"Well, uh, i guess we're running short on sheets and pillows."
>You try to think of any other expense
>Thinking back to when you were run out of your home by the mob of greasy night terrors you think of protection again
>No, not protection. There's no way you could defend yourself against them
>They were like a natural disaster when they gathered like that
>Like a hurricane, or a tornado, or a flash flood
>You wince as you remember the news from earlier
>Still that gave you an idea
"You know, i've always wanted to go camping."

---

>While you busy yourself at the sports section Gilda wanders off
>You were too concentrated to worry about her
>As long as she was within earshot
>You wanted to take precautions in case you were chased out of your home, again
>Aside from learning some close quarter fighting moves you also wanted to prepare for a natural disaster
>There's no way a flood of fat would catch you off guard again
>You find the only two decent looking duffels and search around for anything else useful
>Flashlights, blankets, you even found a bedmat, further down you see a broken fishing pole and a bat
>One of those might be useful
>You found a hand crank radio and give it some juice
>It worked so into the bag it went
>You would have to find some other stuff to put in there too
>If camping out was the alternative you'd need something to make fire, something to collect and boil water
>Maybe you should visit the kitchen accessories next, there should be some pots there
>That reminded you of the most important thing of any B.O.B.
>Food
>Enough for three days, per person
>You stare down at the half empty duffel
>Maybe you should make room in your backpack for some ramen
>You weren't going to find everything here
>That video you watched last year gave you the five basic C's of survival
>Cordage, Cover, Container, Cutting (tool), and Combustion
>You could get a rope and tarp at a hardware store
>And you already had a knife and a lighter
>But no sports bottles
>Good thing they were plentiful here, and cheap
>Feeling a little more comfortable you decide to look around
>There could be something else you needed and didn't know
>You leave the sporting goods section of the store and pan every aisle for Gilda
>As you do you spot a large pair of bolt cutters and scooped them up
>Next to them was a metal file and you didn't think twice either
>G: "Son of a bitch."
>'That couldn't be'
>You turn around and find Gilda in the Electronics section
>You shoulder the weighing bag and walk over to her
"Was that you?"
>Gilda hurriedly stuffs something into her pocket
>G: "Huh? Geez anon! Don't scare me like that."
"Oh, sorry. Was that you just now?"
>G: "What are you talking about?"
>Gilda turned around and busied herself with a camcorder
"Did you say 'son of a bitch' just now?"
>G: "So what if i did?"
"No, nothing. I just never heard you say that before. Well, maybe in that anime..."
>G: "What are you talking about dweeb?"
>You shake your head
"Forget it, it's not important. What is that a camcorder?"
>G: "How should i know? Here take it."
>Gilda shoves the camera into your hand and you look it over
>It wasn't here before, maybe it just came in?
"Looks in pretty good shape."
>You flick the switch and hear the inner workings hum to life
>Wow, this was one hell of a thrift store
>Someone must not have cared to toss out a camera with half charge, and tape too
>You roll film on Gilda
"So Gild's what do you have to say?"
>Gilda sneers at you
>G: "What are you doing you dork? Stop staring at me like that and get that thing out of my face!"
>She shoves you back a bit and you lose your footing due to the bag
>You end up on the floor with a resounding clank
>All the metallic bits and pieces you scrounge resounded enough to get other peoples attention
>Some ignored you while others didn't know whether they should appear frightened or concerned
>You struggle back to your feet and are surprised when Gilda lifts you up
>G: "You're such a loser anon. Fine, if you want to take my picture then go ahead."
"What?"
>G: "Just take my picture already, before i change my mind."
"Oh, this isn't that kind of camera. It's a video camera."
>G: "Video camera?"
"Yeah, the kinds they use to make movies with. You do have movies where you come from right?"
>G: "Of course we do, but they don't use cameras like these."
>You remember the film reels from the show and figure she hasn't seen one of these either
"That's because human technology is more advanced. We don't have magic so we use our brains."
>You pop open the side screen and rewind the tape a bit then show her what you just recorded
>G: "Dude no way. How?"
>You close the screen
"I don't even know. We just got better at it over the last hundred years or so. I think I could use this."
>G: "For what?"
"Well, there's this nifty feature that lets you see in the dark. Night vision."
>G: "Whoa."
"Yeah. I could really use this, wouldn't have to use a light either."
>Your mind wanders to the dark basement
>G: "No lights?"
"Yeah, i mean no yeah. If we go back to the school at night, or anywhere else."
>You look back at the shelf and find the charger for the camera
>You take it and stuff them both into the bag
"Let's go find the girls, maybe the finished up by now."