VIDEO: in which shitty teenagers pee at england.

[centurybaby]

[ the video opens up to the stretch of green, fenced field that may or may not be vaguely recognizable as the anglo-scottish border. in the distance there's a road, but besides that and the wire fence, there's just a group of teenagers standing on the scottish side that look distinctively like they're up to no good.

from off camera, a girl's wry voice can be heard: ]

Still fucking think we should call it the Authority.

[ terry's keeping his distance from the others, all furrowed eyebrows and frowns. if he's going to do this, he's sure as hell not doing it next to the telekinetics or mr. friggin' lightning pants over there, so he situates himself furthest away from the camera, tactically near some foliage. ]

Who the hell even cares what it's called.

[ striker is front and center. because he's striker. he's wearing regular clothes instead of his lightning pants, which is a courtesy to you guys, since otherwise he would have to pull his onesie all the way down to his butt just to free willy. ]

You should. If you don't have a good name, you can't have good branding. [ And then, pointedly: ] And "Authority" isn't going to generate good branding.

[ julian is a few paces away from striker, their new king of social network. he's dressed normally, with his jacket sleeves wrapped around his arms and his metal hands being floaty at his sides. ]

This whole thing is about rejecting authority anyway. But I don't even know why we're debating it. [ He glances between them all. ] You know you aren't beating the Hellions for a name. It's got way too much of a ring to it, and you're lucky enough to have me on board, which means no copyright issues. You should be fucking grateful.

[ he pauses, then looks out at the wild, untamed gross, nature-filled scottish landscape before them. ] So are we doing this, or what?

You guys are insane. No one is going to remember the Authority or the Hellions.

[ a few steps away from julian is quentin, he smirks at the fence and then to the guys. with a casual shrug he shakes his head before placing his hands on his hips. ]

Are you pee shy, Jules? [ another quirky grin. ] The Omegas have no room for shy little babies.

[ the camera turns around so that it's facing jenny, who exhales smoke from her cigarette at the feed before addressing it: ]

Fuck you guys. You're all shitty team leaders with shitty team name ideas. [ she makes a face, sticking her tongue out. ] And no electric piss or crossing streams, assholes. Nobody likes that shit.

[ there's a distinct symphony of tsssssss sounds. jenny rolls her eyes at the camera. ]

Boys.

Comments

[demonspawn]

[ dry: ]

It probably wouldn't be worth the effort anyway. You already missed the main event.

[glowsferatu]

Well, unless there's some form of response. That may be entertaining to watch.

[demonspawn]

I wouldn't want to be the cop that tries to arrest them.

[glowsferatu]

Certainly not if you had the lack of foresight enough to include Keller in your brood. If ever an individual was the very definition of insipid rambunction, well, there you are.

[demonspawn]

We're all bad cases. Misery loves company, or whatever.

[glowsferatu]

Well, he's a particularly difficult example, if ever I've met one. Best not to involve yourself with that one. I lack the familiarity to speak with any knowledge on the other two.

[demonspawn]

Little too late for that.

[ pause ]

What'd he do to you anyway?

[glowsferatu]

I've only had the misfortune of having to interact with him more frequently than one should ever be made to suffer. Some among my compatriots have displayed feelings toward him which would configure him among their quadrants, and he has irrationally decided that I am responsible for this.

Put simply, he is a fucking idiot of the highest and most insufferable order.

[demonspawn]

Yeah, well he's a fucking idiot that's one of us. So.

[glowsferatu]

So, it's an unfortunately sustained lapse in judgement, then.

That's a shame to hear.

[demonspawn]

It's not a lapse in judgment, Kanaya. It's a lack of judgement.

[glowsferatu]

And here I was attempting to give you at least some degree of credit. But if you don't desire it, be my guest, soundly reject it as though it were so utterly meaningless to you.

[demonspawn]

[ with a huff of breath ]

Is there a special reason you're going out of your way to insult your friends?

[glowsferatu]

Is it really an insult when I attributed your association with him more to a momentary lapse then the full lack that you instead claimed?

Other than the fact that you're wasting time on a maneuver that you're framing as being for some supposedly larger purpose when it's little more than empty puerility, no, there isn't a special reason.

[demonspawn]

The point is that we don't judge each other, Kanaya. No judgement. Full lack of judgement. At least where it counts.

So, yeah, we're fuck-ups, and yeah, we give each other plenty of shit. But we don't belittle each other. We have each other's backs.

Do you get that?

[glowsferatu]

Sometimes judgement is necessary. Taking pride in your status as a fuck-up will only lead to further opportunities to strengthen that status.

So no, I don't get it.

[demonspawn]

[ with frustration: ]

Are you still upset about your moirail? Is that what this is about?

[glowsferatu]

[ ouch, low blow. ]

Oh, of course! Because I would dare implore you to employ even a modicum of sense, it must surely be an indication that I'm undoubtedly suffering from a slow descent into madness!

But that's a perfect example of positive judgement, actually. A moirail is meant to complement one's own sense, to help one understand when they are nearing a poor choice. From the description you've given, that is what each individual in this grouping seems to lack.

[ and, of course, any moirail worth their salt would've gotten her to chill on this one a good while back. ]

[demonspawn]

I had my good influence. Given the circumstances, I think I'm allowed to act out a little.

You of all people should get that.

[glowsferatu]

What circumstances are being given, here? What am I not getting?

[demonspawn]

[ there's a tense beat. like he realizes just then what he'd said out loud. ]

Carrie. She got --

She's not here anymore.

[glowsferatu]

Oh.

[ shit. now she feels like a dick. ]

Maybe I should put in the work to expand that portal, after all.

[demonspawn]

[ maybe a little too quickly: ]

It's fine. It's not like I wasn't expecting it to happen one way or another anyway.

[glowsferatu]

This is a new method of using "fine" that is assuredly genuine and one I've certainly never encountered previously. Much less myself utilized.

[ she switches this to private; no reason to get either of their issues all over the public network ]

But being resigned to its inevitability doesn't quite ease the discomfort. Not for one so closely entwined.

private

[demonspawn]

[ in that tense way, like he both wishes he could talk about it and is simultaneously unwilling to share his feelings: ]

There's nothing to do except get over it.