video for Stephanie and spam

[fire_punk]

Private to Stephanie

[Kevin can't help his grin as he turns on the camera. He's already dressed to leave the ship and is fidgeting with the cuffs and collar of his suit. It's definitely not anything he's used to wearing.] Hey, Stephanie! You said you didn't want to stay here and we're at a port. It's not permanent but... It'd be some time off the Barge. It'll be fun.

Spam

[Kevin's been exploring as much of the fair as he can get to. He definitely needs spending money and he doesn't want to have to keep asking Jesse for more. The obvious solution is to hang out in the carnival area a bit and play with fire and paper. Everyone should just assume he's doing some kind of a trick, not magic, right? Besides, it's fun showing off what he can do. If he can make enough money, he'll buy one of those naked paintings over in that art building. If he makes more than that... Maybe he'll stay at a hotel instead of going back to the Barge overnight.]

[OOC: Feel free to run into Kevin anywhere in the fair. Just specify in the header.]

Comments

[yeahscience]

That's... what you gotta figure out, that's what the school stuff is for, right? There's stuff out there. Decent work. Honest work. Shit that good people do.

Just... a lot less if you fuck up like I did. A lot less. I mean, I tried, you know... I've been trying. [He shifts his gaze to the paintings, and for a long second, he just looks sort of lost and tired. He's not actually that much older than Kevin -- he'd come to the Barge at the age of 25 and he hasn't actually aged, not physically, since then. At times like this, though, he feels about a thousand.]

[fire_punk]

Yeah? [He's getting curious. He's never thought about this before.] Like what?

[yeahscience]

Like... [And now he's younger again and more uncertain. He bites his lip.] Like the shop stuff. Art stuff. Graphic design, tattoos, stuff like that. Or stuff you can do with your hands, you know, um... those dudes down in the engines and in maintenance, they make mad bank out in the real world. And just about anything to do with sciencey stuff...

[fire_punk]

Shop stuff? Like making shit? Really?

[yeahscience]

Yeah. [He looks over, brow furrowing.] Why not?

[fire_punk]

You can earn money with it?

[yeahscience]

I mean... some. [He looks uncertain. His standards for money-making are skewed now, and he knows it.]

[fire_punk]

Wow.

What about the sciency stuff?

[yeahscience]

Well... [He puffs out his cheeks, lets out a slow breath.] I mean, yeah, even the chemicals are pricey, so...

[fire_punk]

No, I meant what kind of sciencey stuff could I do?

[yeahscience]

Um... [And here's another problem: he genuinely has no idea, beyond the basics.] Like you could work in a lab, or...

[What the hell had he used to do with Narvin, back when he was an inmate?] Like, some people do, like... experiments. Research. And other people... help them. But that sucks, don't do that.

[fire_punk]

[Experiments he knows. They'd been fun in school. But...] What is research?

[yeahscience]

You know... research. Experiments and shit. Learning.

[fire_punk]

Why do they have more than one word for learning? If that's what they mean, why don't they say that?

[yeahscience]

[He doesn't have an answer for that; he remembers being young and confused, but not this confused. He shrugs and folds his arms, unsure.]

Is there anything you do like learning about?

[fire_punk]

[He nods emphatically. He's mostly gotten past the whole "school is stupid" thing. Now it's just confusing.] Yeah. It's just all confusing.

[yeahscience]

Yeah. [He chews his lip.] Tutoring, I guess. I can let you out of art to study sometimes, or you can bring your homework in with you. I mean... not all learning comes out of books, you know, but... [He shakes his head, picking at his hands.] Like I said. Better if this, like... works out.

[fire_punk]

Tutoring... [He makes a face. He remembers how the other kids at school talked about that.]

Can you look at my homework with me? Help me figure out what it's supposed to mean?

[yeahscience]

Uh, what? [He looks up and lets out a startled laugh.] No.

[fire_punk]

[That's... Well, Kevin's not sure what but he'd really hoped Jesse wouldn't mind helping him.] But you went to high school, right?

[yeahscience]

Like... barely. How do you think I wound up getting into all that shit I told you about in the first place? I spent the whole time screwing around and getting blazed with my crew.

[fire_punk]

But you know what that weird dividing line means, right?

[yeahscience]

It means di...viding...? [He assumes? He doesn't know what else the fuck he could be talking about.]

[fire_punk]

Not that one. The one that doesn't have the other number.

[yeahscience]

[He looks genuinely blank.] I got no clue what you mean, yo.