07. - Video - This is not my beautiful house

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[Chuck is in a suit. The room he is in appears to be a den, but a big one - high-end computers can be seen in the background, as well as several framed magazime covers - think "Tony Stark Wants To Save The World" - but they're all about Charles Carmichael, computer whiz kid and brilliant, visionary CEO of the software giant ENCOM (because he is not above a gratuitous Tron reference and neither am I). He flails his arms a bit, lost for words.]

Wh--I--

What's going on?!

[There is also a Stanford degree on the wall, dated 2003. Guess who didn't get kicked out of college?]

Comments

lololol that is pretty win <3

[batmanschmatman]

Dammit Chuck, I'm a cop, not a linguist and/or Star Trek buff.

BRB LOL FOREVER

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

It's, uh, Klingon heaven. You get there if you die honorably in battle.

Dick has made that joke surprisingly often here. xD

[batmanschmatman]

Ah, I see. Maybe he's a weird Klingon then.

But I'm probably gonna go with the theory that this port isn't actually what we really want.

It's a good joke. xD

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that I think would be a safe bet.

[He looks around his new big house, and starts to smile.]

Hey, you think I should throw a party this weekend? Kinda figured I'd do that, you know, if I ever became rich and famous.

This is very true. xD

[batmanschmatman]

Hey, why not right? If I recall correctly, throwing parties is what rich people are best at.

[ooc: By the way, so unrelated to this thread, but can Dick block Bourne's punch and push him a little away from Costigan in the detox log? I've been meaning to ask but am a derp and keep forgetting.]

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Heh. All right, awesome. Saturday? Hope we're not gone by then.

[Go right ahead! Jason's just trying to get him unconscious enough to get to the infirmary. Because, knife in shoulder. xD; My AIM's been acting up the past couple days so I haven't been able to get on.]

[batmanschmatman]

I'll see if the department can give me the night off. Assuming I'm invited, of course.

[ooc: Bad aim, be nice to Alex. >| And awesome, tyyyy <3]

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to tell you about a party and then not invite you. That's way too passive-aggressive for my tastes. Of course you're invited.

[batmanschmatman]

I was teasing. Should I hire a babysitter or do you want to meet my adorable, hyperactive son better known as Wally West? [And he continues to tease. He's still kinda wtfing over Wally being his kid.]

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Wh--

I--

The Flash--

Your kid--

You're gonna have to bear with me for a second. My brain hurts.

[batmanschmatman]

Believe me, mine does too.

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

So have we come to the conclusion that this is the Admiral's fault and he's just screwing with us?

[batmanschmatman]

Think so. Unless my deepest, darkest wish for my future is to adopt my deaged best friend and marry a woman I've never met.

[scruffynerdhrdr.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'd doubt that.

[Sigh.] Well, I guess I'd better start planning the party. A good party takes lots of work...good luck on the beat today.

[batmanschmatman]

Thanks Mr. Carmichael. Let me know if you need any help planning, I've had a little bit of experience with rich people parties.