Owner	Pose
Ted Gammage	It's early evening, just after dinner and Ted has snuck off to the Rec room to play a new game on the communal GameStation-X 4. Its the Sequel-to-a-sequel-to-a-sequel-etc of some fighting game with colorful characters, and also apparently a guilty pleasure of Ted's. He's currently playing as a randomly colored ninja character that's fighting what looks like a guy in a bear costume. The only other odd thing about the scene is his controller looks to be made of metal instead of plastic, as Ted has his own custom control after breaking a couple regular ones accidentally.
Jeremy Statton	Heading into the Rec Room is Jeremy, who flops down next to Ted to look over at the gaming. He has a big, happy smile upon his face for a change. He's not skulking about. It's as if someone gave him a jolt of something or another. He's not wearing his baggy hoody either. Just a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Still 'goth' but he's not burying himself in it. Holding out his phone, his voice comes through the speakers. << What game is this? It looks really fun. >>
Ted Gammage	Ninja-Ted slings Bearman off a cliff to end the round. "Eat it, Fuzzy." When Jeremy slinks in, he thinks about changing the channel, but whatever, he's caught. "Ah," Ted starts, seeing the expression change and hoodie removed. "Is it warm or something?" he notes, "Or did you get taken shopping for different clothes?" He then ponders, "Oooh, or is it a girl? Or..a boy? I mean, no judgement. Ah'm just gonna be super nosey s'all." He grins, pleased his friend seems pleased. "Oh, this is Super Smash Mortal Fighter 7. Its ah combo game from ah bunch of other old games. S'kinda dumb but ah love a good multidimension story."
Shannon	Where there were games, there were often snacks. And where there were snacks, there were hungry teens wolfing them down like a flock of ravenous vultures. Or at least one teen, anyways--and she had the wings to fit the part of an avian, to boot! Shannon's shuffling into the rec room with a massive bowl of hot, buttery popcorn balanced in one arm, and what looks to be a positively ginormous stein of root beer with a hefty scoop of ice cream floating in it. She's in her baggy grey tank top, red tartan sweatpants, and floofy sheepdog slippers, in total, complete chill-out mode.      "Oh, hey! How's it going?" Okay, so maybe her words are a little muffled, for the popcorn that seems to be finding its way into her maw at the same time. Tsk, tsk.
Jeremy Statton	<< I would ask to play you, but it would not be fair. I'd cheat instinctively. >> Jeremy is at least honest as he watches the gameplay. He sways a bit left to right, blowing his hair away from his face. << No, it's not a girl, or a guy. I am just in a good mood for a change. Was a good day. >> As he looks over to Shannon, he brightens up a bit and waves a hand to her as the voice from his phone goes wavering left to right. << Hello! I smell popcorn. >>
Ted Gammage	"Eh, y'can cheat if y'want. It's not about winnin', its about combat. An' trash talkin'," Ted adds that last bit after a moment. "Well, glad yer in a good mood. Hope it lasts. Oh, ah got a junker car, ah know you can talk to electronics, but do y'know how t' wire stuff too? Oh, or maybe y'can use your cool brain power t' find us good ways t' hook stuff up on it." And Shannon walks in too, "Oh ah, hey," he grins. "Ah swear, ah thought ah could sneak a game without anyone knowing I like shlock games."
Shannon	"So what's wrong with the old-school style fighter games?" Shannon asks, once her mouth is devoid of fluffy, buttery, salty kernels of goodness. If there is a spot open between the two young gentlemen, she plops herself right down in it, keeping the popcorn bowl right where all three can reach for it if they so choose. "Besides," she adds, grinning at them both. "I bet if we got a game of Rampage going, I'd stand a good chance at winning."      Oh-ho! Them's fightin' words!