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

[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.

[fire_punk]

It has like a check mark instead. [He means a square root, Jesse.]

[yeahscience]

[Nope, he's still blanking. He shakes his head.] I am not the one to help you out with your math, yo.

[fire_punk]

[Well, he feels a little better, now. At least it doesn't seem like Jesse just doesn't want to anymore.] Then who?

[yeahscience]

I dunno. [He snorts, shrugs.] Just about everyone on the Barge is smarter than me.

[fire_punk]

Except me.