>> EVAN: You cannot die, McCloud. Accept it.
>> SAM: I hate you!
>> EVAN: Good! That is a perfect way to start.
>> SAM: No, seriously. I hate you.
I said I wanted to learn how to fight, not listen to your terrible Sean Connery impression!
>> EVAN: 'Kay. Keep your sword pointed at me, Sam. Always be a threat.
>> SAM: This means I get to play in your LARP, right?
Okay, okay.
Dammit!
>> EVAN: You're telegraphing your moves, too much, Sam. I know exactly where you're going.
>> SAM: What is it?
>> EVAN: Last game. They always knew where I was going.
>> SAM: You got your ass kicked?
>> EVAN: Not in combat!
>> SAM: Then what?
>> SHANE: Nothing works!
It attacks anyone who tries to get past it. It won't speak to us. None of our spells or
weapons can harm it!
We should try burning it again.
>> WILL: Uh, okay, Crazy. Maybe not.
>> BRITTANY: We should search the areas for clues as to how to bypass the sentinel.
>> ARTHUR: What if we tried this?
>> SHANE: Are you nuts?
>> WILL: Well, that's one way to go.
>> BRITTANY: What.
>> BRITTANY: Impressive, Noctus.
>> ARTHUR: Always think outside the box.
>> SAM: So, Arthur figured it out without the clues. No big deal.
>> EVAN: Noctus didn't check for traps. He solved every encounter last game. I dunno.
Maybe I'm just getting too predictable.
>> SAM: Or he's cheating.
>> EVAN: Arthur, cheating? No way.
>> SAM: Search your feelings. You know it to be true!
>> EVAN: That's from Empire Strikes Back, not Highlander.
>> BRITTANY: Sam? Evan? Tell Mom and Dad I'm going out with Will, okay?
>> EVAN: A second date, huh? Well, let's hope it goes better than the first one.
>> SAM: Why? Wanna watch?
>> BRITTANY: Be more assertive. Take the lead.
You can do this, Brit.
[phone buzzes]
Hello?
>> WILL: Hey, Brit, I'm outside.
>> BRITTANY: Oh! Okay, I'll be right—
Actually, I need five more minutes.
>> WILL: Oh! Sure, yeah. Take your time.
>> BRITTANY: Thank you.
>> WILL: Hey, Brit . . . um, I was thinking maybe we go to the, the park, right,
we could walk around the lake and look at stuff . . . ?
>> BRITTANY: Actually, there's a café downtown I'd like to try.
>> WILL: Okay, sure! Yeah. Sounds great.
>> FRED: Bonjour! Good afternoon, folks. My name is Fred.
It'll be a pleasure serving you today. What can I getcha?
>> WILL: Uh, just a cup of coffee.
>> FRED: Absolutely positively! What kind?
>> WILL: Well, hell, I dunno.
I mean, I just serve the stuff. I don't know anything about it.
>> BRITTANY: He'll have a dirty chai latte laced with cinnamon. I'll have a mocha whip.
And a frosted cupcake each.
>> FRED: Okey-dokey.
>> WILL: I've, uh . . . never had one of those before.
>> BRITTANY: Then you'll just have to trust me.
>> WILL: Hey, I know that voice!
>> BRITTANY: I had to learn the accent for class, so I brought it into game.
>> WILL: Oh, so, do you find that LARPing helps with your acting classes?
>> BRITTANY: Yeah, sure. It's good practice being someone I'm not.
>> WILL: Hey, so . . . why does Corillia like me?
>> BRITTANY: You mean Biff?
>> WILL: Yeah yeah yeah.
>> BRITTANY: Find out in game.
>> WILL: Ooh.
>> BRITTANY: Right now you have the real me to contend with.
>> WILL: Oh, so this isn't just more LARPing.
>> BRITTANY: No.
>> FRED: Did I just hear you talk about LARPs?
I used to play in a great cyberpunk LARP a few years ago.
>> WILL: Oh really.
>> FRED: Sure! I had this character who had implants in his brain that made him think
he was an angel, right?
Only he was an angel of death!
So he used to hack into police files, and he would take his Scythe of Divinity, and
rain down judgement—
>> BRITTANY: Thank you for the cupcakes. I would be alone with him.
>> FRED: Oh. Okay!
>> BRITTANY: She certainly gets things done.
>> WILL: Absolutely. She's pretty amazing.
>> EVAN: All right. Okay, I'm—I'm out. G'night.
>> ARTHUR: Night.
[cough]
Evan, you son of a bitch.