"Let's just do a team game, okay? One, uh, 'established' singer per team. Sound fair?" Judy offered, getting a disappointed sad puppy look from Lindsey before she went perky again with a nod. Peter and Eugene, the jock knowing that it was decided the men had long since been locked out of the decision making process, just nodded, giving Eugene a look that quietly meant 'Just shut up and nod, dork'. The flabby brown haired boy blinked for a moment before catching on, nodding vigorously as Lindsey looked back at him.
"Okies, team game it is!" Lindsey bent over and tapped the large black button, causing the TV screen to flicker as the game's female voice spoke again.
"TEAM GAME SELECTED. SELECT TEAM ON MIC. TWO TEAMS OF TWO REQUIRED FOR PLAY"
The quartet looked at their microphones and saw a tiny horizontal toggle near the base of the microphone's head, and a tiny button on the underside of the device.
"These buttons must be what we confirm with?" Lindsey said, eyeing the firm dark plastic, trying to figure out how it all worked. There was NO way that this was a mass produced game, this had to be someone's personal invention or something, the technology of the 80s (which was when the game had collectively assumed the contraption had been built) wasn't refined enough to fit into such small spaces. And then the mysterious power source it had...And how it somehow interfaced with a modern television without any form of input. All of this had to be custom made...And that just made her engineer senses tingle even more. If the machine ever broke...Lindsey had to make Eugene promise her that she got first dibs on taking it apart.
"We'll just be Team 2" Judy said, flicking the toggle on her mic and Peter's over to the miniature number 2 that was on the far side of the switch.
"Guess that means we're number one, Genie!" Lindsey said, turning off her intellectual musings again and bounced back over to the lounge chair her friend had taken up residence in, and the two geeks enjoyed a moment of playful bonding by counting down from 3 and flipping the switches on the mics in unison, Eugene quietly thankful the peppy, flirty blonde had chosen to set on the floor instead of practically in his lap again. He wasn't sure if he could have held off another boner.
"TEAMS SELECTED. LOADING TEAM NAMES. SELECT TEAM NAME BY PRESSING INPUT BUTTON ON MIC. PRESS TWICE TO CONFIRM."
"You know this is a LOT of sitting around and talking for a game that is supposed to be relieving boredom" Peter said dryly, getting a look from his girlfriend, "What? I'm just saying we could have already gotten a pizza or something in the time it's taken us to play"
"Hush" Judy said with a poke to her jock's stomach, who feigned being stabbed. After a few more moments, a list of team names flashed on screen.
"Huh" Eugene said, peering at list, "A lot of these seem, uh, region themed? I wonder if they determine the kinds of songs we sing?"
"Nah, the game can't be THAT advanced, Eugene" Judy said, sitting up from her nook in Peter's arms, "I bet it's just so we don't have to type in our own to keep score"
"Maybe..." Eugene shrugged after a moment of thought. He looked at Lindsey, and for a moment he thought he saw something else behind those normally bright blue eyes, something that momentarily betrayed her typical flightiness...But then it was gone, and her eyes glittered with the playful mischief that he'd been stuck by the moment the nerd had first met her. She gave the button on her mic a click and the selection bar moved down to the first two team names.
"So, what do you guys want to be? Looks like we, um, gotta pick together"
After a short discussion and scrolling through the list of names, the friends settled on...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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