maskormenace | [video] pull point plot - aged-down Newt & Hermann

[His hair still looks like he's just woken up from being passed out on someone else's sofa, but it's shorter, spikier. Instead of his usual perpetual five-o'clock-shadow, Newt now sports a beard with mustache, scruffy, not terribly well-groomed, like he's a college student. This younger version of Newton Geiszler is anywhere from 5-10 years younger by appearances. He's in better shape--if only because a body in its mid-twenties deals with a poor diet of too much caffeine and sugar differently than a body in its mid-thirties--and though his tattoo sleeves are complete, most of the rest of his tattoos have not yet even been conceived.

He holds the phone. Judging from the slight wobble of the camera, his foot is probably jiggling off screen, tapping with uncontained energy. Behind him are chalk-board walls with the remnants of what had once been a drawing/erasing war.]

Hey, so whoever did the rooming assignments? ...Can suck it. Anyone out there looking for a place to stay? --Because I'm about to kick out my roommate and so I've got an extra bedroom--

[The butt of a cane comes into view suddenly, cutting across the feed like it's capable of physically cancelling out the offer. A familiar British growl is audible moments before a much younger-looking Hermann Gottlieb (or is it Miles?) edges into view]

You most certainly do not. Obviously this apartment has been modified to my own specifications. Therefore, if either of us is getting kicked out, it's going to be you.

[He reclaims his cane and stands straighter, sniffing] Best of luck finding anyone else to put up with your awful habits.

Your speci- Just because there's obnoxiously dusty walls doesn't mean you get to call dibs. We've already established: that was MY handwriting.

[With a flip of the wrist, Newt raises his hand at Hermann but does not look at him. Talk to the hand. Then, to the camera:] So please forward any and all applications to Newt Geiszler-- [Pause, then with exaggerated saccharine and a mocking expression:] Hermann, be a dear and go find out what address we're at, hmmmm?

Sod off.

[Hermann looks at the camera, does a double-take and jerks back] You're recording this drivel? Unbelievable-

[He leans in, abruptly snatching the device] I am absolutely not going anywhere.

Like hell I'm living with yo-WHAT THE!!! [The feed ends.]

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[Now that he's started to recover from the 'sudden 85 years in the future' shock, Emmett is attempting to learn how to use this strange all in one telegraph. It's a public device, as far as he can figure, so he expects the messages broadcast to be fairly professional.

This one is clearly not. Once he fumbles for the response button, he frowns.]

You'll resolve this much more quickly and civilly by using all that energy to find the housing authority, won't you?

Once he does, you mean. This is very clearly my apartment.

[Emmett's calling was never to be a judge or lawyer, but his father's rubbed off on him a little.]

All right, but as he disagrees...what evidence would you have to show a judge?

That's none of your concern. But rest assured, there is evidence.

Right, of course. I'm certainly not qualified to practice law. But in any case, I hope you two work it out all right.

[He's...looking rather uneasily at the scene. People broadcasting their disputes is the way of the future?]

Oh I rather expect we won't- at least anytime soon- but your optimism is charming.

Expect the worst and hope for the best? It's sometimes worth a shot.

That would have been wonderful advice a month ago.

Did something happen a month ago?

Oh yes. I was expecting to meet a professional colleague and what I got was an overgrown child.

It's certainly an annoyance I understand when there's work to be done, but...what had brought you together in the first place? He must've had some expertise?

Yes, the world's leading expert on xenobiology. Unfortunately for all his intellect, he lacks even an iota of professionalism or decorum.

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smallscott - 2016-03-29 05:07 (UTC) - Expand

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smallscott - 2016-03-30 05:23 (UTC) - Expand

Chalkboard walls are not evidence of your ownership! The bigger bedroom is clearly MINE.

And the master bedroom is also not indicative of ownership.

Then there's NO indicator of ownership, okay, but you're gonna move because I said so FIRST.

Oh yes, very mature. No, if you can't be bothered to put up with the arrangement, then you're the one that can leave because I am most certainly staying.

Oh hell no. You don't get to win!
I'll stay just to make your life miserable.

Get on with it then. We'll see who breaks first.

It's gonna be you.

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mathemagier - 2016-03-27 21:11 (UTC) - Expand

There's a housing authority? That sounds like too much work, too many forms in triplicate and all that, especially since our housing is through the government or some shit, right?

I...believe so, I haven't looked into it myself. There's eighty-five years to catch up on! But you obviously didn't choose this arrangement, so there must be an appeals process possible.

You'd like to think so, but while you might think the world got easier and more user-friendly with all our 85 years of advances, it really hasn't. I wouldn't really put stock in there being a good way to appeal this, but I'll look, I guess.

Who're you?

If I can ever finagle this thing, I could help? It'd be useful information to know at the very least.

Emmett Brown, son of Judge Erhardt Brown, distressingly temporally displaced. And you are?

If you didn't just say you're 85 years out of whack, I'd say you were named after the Back to the Future guy.

Everything seems to come back to this nebulous future as of late.

[Poor Emmett will remain confused by this all week.]

Anyway, I wish you luck. Trouble at home is the worst kind.