Another Test Drive: Movie Night!
The living room has been set up almost like an actual theatre. The couch has been pushed back, chairs have been set around, and a TV is in the middle, attached to a DVD player.
There's popcorn popping, and sodas around for everyone.
Who's up for a movie?
There's popcorn popping, and sodas around for everyone.
Who's up for a movie?

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Claudia grabs some fruit salad. And some pizza. It's totally kosher to mix the two! (Whether it's actually kosher depends on the pizza toppings, but that's another story.)
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"Just gimme two more minutes and then your minds are gonna be blown."
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He leans on of the door jams of the living room with a smirk. "Wait, who's blowing what now?" Uh-oh. It's troll the sister's boyfriend time.
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She just smirks at Joshua's comments. Oh dear.
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Oh, Pete.
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He looks pretty grumpy, so maybe it'll help his mood.
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But he did actually successfully upgrade the computers, so she's not actually worried. (The Hugo One incident wasn't his fault, as such.)
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He futzes around a bit and then comes out from behind the tv, taking off the goggles and gloves he'd been wearing for the project. That... probably isn't what you usually want to see someone wearing when they work on your tv of all things, but.
"Quick, someone name the tv or this isn't going to work."
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Looking up, he smiles. "Philo, of course." Hey, it's better than calling yet another thing Rheticus.
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Pete hops a bit on his feet, excited to see what the hell could be done to a tv that would require it to be named.
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Because seriously. No really seriously. Meanwhile: Om nom pizza.
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He may or may not have converted their tv to an artificial intelligence with access to Eureka's entire video library, aka any video you might want to watch that exists in the world.
No biggy.
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"Theodora's always butthurt, and as much as I would love to see her covered in goo, Pete, I think that would just make her worse."
He plunks next to Myka and grins. "Myka, I could kiss you right now. Thanks." He then starts on his dessert. Mmm. Actually better than pie.
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"So, what exactly does that do, Doug?" Helena has never been very fond of AI, so after a moment, she side-eyes the TV with a bit of wariness.
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"Is one of you intending to pick something to watch?"
...Claudia facepalms. "Of course it's a snarky bastard."
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"They also need to approach the topic to begin with."
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He never facepalms, but he really feels like it right now. "As the person in this room with the highest authority... I delegate the decision to someone the hell else." He leans back in the chair. "I am off the decision-making clock now."
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