First Floor Rec Room - Sunday

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Tibby still had no idea where she was or how she got there. She had handwavily spent the previous day exploring the town and came to the conclusion that she could get some amazing footage for her suckumentary.

Since she couldn't find her own equipment, she had borrowed some money from the wallet of the girl who looked freakishly like her and bought some new stuff.

Then she decided to set up shop in the rec room, hoping to get some good interviews.


[ooc: "Tibby" is looking for some fun people to interview! I'm here for the next three hours and then AFK for part of the day but will happily pick up tags this evening and am totally down with SP for anyone who wants their pup's AU weekend antics caught on film. In the rec room so it can be open to adults too!]

Comments

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Still exploring for the feel of the place and general known to drift, anyway, Calliope couldn't help asking, "What's the camera for?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"I'm making a su... documentary," Tibby said. "Can I interview you?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Callie's dull observation of the camera grew slightly wary. "Depends," she said. "What's the documentary about?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Tibby knew that saying 'things that sucked' would be the wrong answer.

"Life as a teenager," she said. It sounded good.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Sounds thrilling," Calliope muttered. "Sure. Hey, I'm your basic average teenager, right?" HA! Callie cracked herself up. "Shoot."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Excellent," Tibby said. "Let's start with the basics: name, age, and where you're from?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Calliope Helen Stephanides," she said, "sixteen, Grosse Pointe, Michigan, which I'm coming to realize is not here, which is just really weird."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"So you don't know how you ended up here either?" Tibby asked. "Got any theories?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"At first," Callie said, "I thought it was just a really crazy party. I don't go to a lot of them, but, usually, when I do, they can get a little weird at the end. Showing up in an entirely different place several hundred miles, if not more, from the original destination would have to be one hell of a party, though, you know? So no clue. Except that there's a ton of other people in the same predicament, and a lot of crazy people, so maybe it's, like, an alien experiment, or, even worse, government experiment."

Calliope was...really just making shit up as she went along.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

And Tibby was loving every second of it.

"What do you mean by parties ending weird?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know," Callie shrugged. "Things always get weird at parties, because it's like..."

She trailed off with a sucked in breath, considering how to word what she was thinking. "It's like teenaged social life, put into a dirty petri dish, exposed to elements and then magnified by, like, a hundred. You start out with high hopes, and end up hating your best friend, crying over some jerk boy, maybe throwing up all over your shoes, and sometimes waking up in the morning feeling like dog crap on someone's shoe and with someone you totally don't even remember."

Calliope said it like it had happened to her more than just...twice.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Did you wake up with someone you didn't remember?" Tibby asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Calliope nodded. "Yeah," she said, a little quietly, but doing well to fight off a blush. "Of course, for decency's sake, I can't go too far into detail without that other person's consent. That would just be rude."

Or just a convenient excuse to avoid admitting that the person had been another girl.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Was that person just as confused as you were?" Tibby asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Callie nodded. "Yeah; it only got worse once we realized we couldn't find a payphone to help us get home. We'll probably both be grounded 'til we're thirty at this rate."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Payphones? Really? Why would you be looking for those?"

Tibby hadn't seen one of those in ages.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"So that we could call our parents to come pick us up," Callie said, and then she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Lame, I know, but we're probably already in enough trouble as it is, better not make it worse, right?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"Why not use your cell?" Tibby asked.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Callie groaned a little, rubbing her forehead with her palm. "You're not the girl who was telling Claire about those yesterday, were you?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"No, don't think I met any Claire's yesterday," Tibby said.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Oh, great," Callie muttered, "so there's at least two of you in on it."

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

"In on what?"

Tibby hoped she was a conspiracy theorist. That would be excellent footage.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"The whole 'cell' thing," Callie said, waving a hand like it didn't matter. "Tiny little portable phones that fit in your pocket? Sounds a little sci-fi, don't you think?"

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Tibby gaped. "Maybe in the fifties, but cell phones have been around since before the new millennium."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Hadn't Claire mentioned that someone had said it was the year 2009 or something, too? Calliope stared at the camera a little.

"Very sci-fi," she insisted, "considering that before I woke up yesterday morning, it was 1976."