ACT XII - Video

[crapbearer]

[ The feed starts with a very... awkward awkward angle. The camera is high above Max - as high as his arm will go, anyway. A quick glance at the background makes it clear why: He's leaning on a red motorcycle. He's trying to look nonchalant, and he is definitely succeeding at looking like a child who is trying to look nonchalant. ]

So, hey. Uh. Does anyone wanna teach me to ride one of these things?

[ He's got a motorcycle now, have you seen his motorcycle? NO BIG. Please look at his motorcycle.

Okay, technically it's Duncan's if he ever comes back. But at least if anything good came out of Duncan being ported out, it was Max's little inheritance. ]

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[rassera]

..

[Oh, that's kinda cute.]


Oi kid, can you even touch the pavement?

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[crapbearer]

Yes!

...tiptoes count.

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[4thdimensional]

[Tonight, we begin 'How To Give An Old Man A Heart Attack: A Story In One Act'. Doc studies the vehicle with a frown. He's worried, but he also knows there's no stopping a boy like Max once the motorcycle is in his hands.]

First question: where is your helmet, Max?

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[crapbearer]

It came with the bike. I'm not riding it right now.

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[oldstandard]

The best way to learn is by doing.

You're one of the kids I'm not responsible for, so I can definitely say that without any consequences.

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[crapbearer]

Now, see, this is exactly the kind of blind, empty encouragement I crave!

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[timecapture]

Wowser.

[Wait. Is he old enough to ride that thing?]

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[crapbearer]

[ SURE ISN'T ]

Pretty cool, right?

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[dualismum]

[ nobody cares but Sasaki does: ] Are you old enough to ride that, even? And don't you need a license first?

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[crapbearer]

Well, going by my birth certificate, technically I'm well into my thirties.

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[medalsome]

Looking good there. It takes a little practice but motorcycles are a great way to get around.

Sorry, I'd offer to teach you but I, uh, don't think I'm qualified for that.

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[crapbearer]

Hey, no shame there. You're qualified for a lot of stuff — you know, judging by those medals. No one's gonna judge you for not knowing much about motorcycles.

[oddbod]

You know, you have to have a license for that, just like with a car.

[AKA "don't get that around my daughter, you tiny scoundrel"]

[crapbearer]

It's a family heirloom! Licenses aren't.

[asoothingvoice]

[Oh my god.]

You're a little too young for that thing.

[crapbearer]

I'm old enough to get ported in and dragged into a war but not to ride a motorcycle?

[douchebag]

[ Felix rather likes motorcycles himself. And has no qualms about teaching kids to do dangerous things. ]

Sure, kid. I can teach you.

[crapbearer]

Heck yeah! That's what I'm talking about. When can we start?

[grumbling]

[ oh hell no. ]

How old are you?

[crapbearer]

Come on, let's not get too hung up on things like age. In the end, it's just another label, right?

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[dirtyredneck]

First rule of motorcyles: if you can't lift it off of you in a crash, you shouldn't be riding it.
Other rules: Your feet should touch the ground when straddling it or it's too high. Learn on something you ain't gonna be upset about wrecking. Dirt bike's probably close enough. Learn how to maintain it yourself.

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[crapbearer]

I can do most of those things, I'll grow into the rest. And learn maintenance.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

...You're a little young for that, Max.

[crapbearer]

Yeah, but I won't be forever. And if I'm gonna be riding around on it in the future anyway, might as well get that practice in now, right?

[resipiscent]

Where'd you get that?

[crapbearer]

Duncan... my old roomie, he willed some of his stuff to me. A lot of his stuff. In case he...

You know, got ported out.

[ It's... kind of a bummer, yeah. ]