Library [11/06]

[furnaceface]

And that was that, then. No more Halloween decorations, no more eerie sounds playing in the background. No more plotting tricks to take the place of treats in Jonothon's absence of a lower jaw.

And reading to do, for class, because he had been entirely out of sorts on Monday and he had to read up on Buddhism to make up for the utter daze he'd been during Lady Ghanima's lecture.

At least he was in the proper place for it.

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Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

After class, Bobby had headed back to his room to get some work done on a very important project. Unfortunately, the wireless connection in Bobby's room was being weird, so he'd packed up his laptop and headed to the library in the hopes that that would work out better.

He had important work to do after all.

He had crops to harvest.

"What! No! Cats, why do you keep disappearing when I try and rotate you?" he exclaimed in frustration. Clearly, somebody needed to relearn the concept of libraries as quiet spaces.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

Don't mind Jono. He had to put down his studying and stare at Bobby, now.

//What the bloody hell are yer doin' over there, Drake?//

Cats? Seriously?

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Farming," Bobby said, because that explained so much. "On Facebook." That might clear things up, sure... if you happened to be from 2009.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

Which Jono was so very... Not.

//Yer farming.// He was going to repeat this slowly, to be certain that sense was being made, now. //On... a book. Face? Face with a book? Wot?//

Sense was clearly not being made.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Facebook. It's, um, a website? Where you post stuff about your day or weird videos or play silly games and stuff. And like, it's supposed to be so you can keep in touch with all your friends or whatever. But mostly I just play Farmville," he shrugged.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

Okay. Jonothon was fairly certain that this was starting to make some faint glimmer of sense, if he squinted at it sideways.

//It's a videogame, then?//

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Um, kind of, I guess? It's, you have a little farm and you plant crops, and harvest them, and keep animals..." it didn't sound that exciting when describing it, sure, but somehow it hooked you. Somehow.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

This was Jono's best 'that sounds like the stupidest game I have ever heard of' face. It was impressive, wasn't it?

Impressive enough that he was now making his way around the counter to investigate whatever was on the screen of Bobby's tiny little computer-thing for himself.

...

//Are those cows pink?//

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Uh huh!" Bobby nodded. "And look!" he called up the Market screen and bought a green alien cow. "Alien cows!" Best ever.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

... Wow. They had little green nobbly alien antenna-horns and everything. Jonothon was going to just... stare some more.

//Yer realize, this is where I ask yer why in the bloody world there are alien cows?//

Limited edition ones, at that.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"I guess it was the next step up from the pink ones?" Bobby shrugged. "Who I think are sort of the mutants of the cow world." Which is totally why he had like twelve of them. Shut up. He could sympathise!

Re: Morning [11/06]

[furnaceface]

The mutants of the cow world.

... Jono was going to learn how to use a computer. And then he was going to figure out the internet. And then he'd have to learn to navigate his way around Facebook's crappy new layout. And then he'd figure out Farmville. And then he would totally fall in love with the ugly ducklings.

And then after a few days, he would be very disappointed when they stopped being all ugly.

//Why are they pink, anyhow? Did somebody just decide they'd look better, that way? Is it some sort of bovine fashion statement, mate?//

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"They're pink because they give strawberry milk. Or maybe they give strawberry milk because they're pink. I'm not quite sure." He tilted his head at Jono speculatively. "I think you need a Facebook account," he decided.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Once Sookie had gathered up her...really, really good books (several had Fabio on the cover! Shirtless! With windblown hair!), she noticed Bobby and his frustration. "You look busy," she said cheerfully, peeking over his shoulder.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"This is like... well, I guess it actually *is* herding cats. Only digitally instead of like, in real life. Not that I've ever herded cats in real life," he said, making a face at the screen.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

She peered at the screen. "Aww, look at the kitties! Oh, oh, I love the little sheep! Look! They're like clouds with legs and blinky eyes!"

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"The turtles are my favorite," Bobby admitted. That status totally had nothing to do with the fact that they were cute turtles. At all.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"They're adorable," she agreed, all but bouncing. "Oh! Oh, the pigs. Look at the little piggies!"

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"With their wiggly pig noses!" Yup. Totally not affected by the cuteness.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Farmville!" Bobby told her excitedly. "Oh man, Sookie, you so need to play this. I only need a few more neighbors for my blue ribbon."

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Okay!" She would do anything to get those cute sheep. "How do I do it?"

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"Well, first you'll need a Facebook account, unless you have one already?" he was guessing she didn't, but it never hurt to check.

Re: Morning [11/06]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"What's a Facebook?"

Question answered!

Re: Morning [11/06]

[longislandiceme]

"This," he said, clicking away from Farmville and back to his home screen on Facebook. "Ugh, why does it keep going back to News Feed?" he demanded. He rolled his eyes at the comments on his last couple of ribbon achievements posted on his wall. They were from Scott, and all some variation of "I hope you're spending some time studying and not just wasting your time with this thing."

Never mind that Scott totally had a farm of his own. With nice, orderly rows and equal numbers of every animal kept in identical pens.

"It's, um... a social networking thingy? You add your friends and family and then can stay updated on what they're doing." Or what games they're currently playing. Same thing, really.