>>6021732“And you’re SURE this is a cooking game?” Diesel asks in a wary tone, glaring at the pixels dancing across his computer screen.
His answer comes in the form of a reassuring nudge to the shoulder. “Course it is, sandcrab! What’s got your beard in a bunch anyways? I thought you liked video games!” Sauntering over to his side, the red-haired nudger’s smug grin falters beneath Diesel’s continued silence. “... I mean… there’s cooking IN it, so…”
“Gotta set up your character, bro.” Explains the tall, shaggy-headed dude standing on the other side of Diesel’s chair. “Gotta pay if you wanna play…”
“Y’know, when you put it like that you almost sound poetic, Raj.” Remarks the girl with a hint of pride in her tone. “Gotta pay if you wanna play…”
Clicking through the plethora of options for his character, Diesel finds the ‘Chef’ job in the occupation preferences menu and wastes no time in customizing his spehssman while his pals watch in quiet awe.
“Huh. Guess you guys weren’t lying.”
It doesn’t take long for the delivery boy to finish. Saving his settings with a confident CLICK, he hits the ready button and leans back in his chair with half a smile on his face.
“Hey Deez, your guy looks just like you!” Observes Raj as his head bobbs up and down with approval.
“That’s what I was aiming for, yea.”
“From what I’ve gathered your goal is to perform your job on the station to the best of your ability,” Explains Pepper in a tone befitting a general outlining a plan of attack, “But watch out, slick–there are TRAITORS aboard!”
Pepper’s smirk dips a bit into confusion.
“And um… that hamster thing we’re supposed to be competing against? Maybe?”
“Sounds like a pain.” Diesel grunts as he grapples with his keyboard. “... these controls suck. How do I use my other hand?”
“It’s pretty tricky at first, but you’ll get the hang of it!” Replies Raj as he gives Diesel’s shoulder a placating pat. “There are wizards and stuff too, though, so uh… watch out.”
Pepper’s eyebrow raises in surprise. “You’ve… played this before, Raj?”
The skater boy answers with a sagely nod. “Yup, Chemist gets absolutely BONKERS.”
“This guy’s trying to saw off my butt.” Interrupts Diesel with a hint of ire in his tone. “How do I tell him to get outta the kitchen?”
“Well you usually type ‘say’ first, and-”
Before Raj can finish, Diesel thwarts the grey-jumpsuited menace with a click of his mouse that sends his avatar’s Emergency Air Tank crashing into the instigator’s head! Button-mashing with the vigor only a pissed-off cook can muster, Diesel’s eyes light up when his spastic clicking bears fruit…
“Wow, didn’t know this game had grappling in it!” Pepper tousles Diesel’s hair as a smirk forms on her face. “You’re a natural, sandcrab!”
>CONTD. 