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trans_92010-03-30 10:24 pm
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TV, Junk Food and Sumos [Bendytimed to after Pod Pop]
The sound of manly grunting, yells and otherwise loud shouts from a large screen could be heard as accompanied by the sound of crunching and the noise of a drink being emptied with a few slurps. In a far corner of the Media Library, there was a area that was termed "Ben's Corner" which was a rather elaborate set up. A futon rolled out on a table against the wall, a large screen complete with media playback device, and the remains of snack food, mostly popcorn laying to the side.
Ben's hand was dipping into the bowl again, crunching a large handful of popcorn once more as he watched Sumo Slammers on what amounted to a wide screen television. He had found records of media from his homeworld, Sumo Slammers Classic and Hero Generation, and a third unreleased season called Evolutions and was enthralled by his favorite television show. Slurping from his drink, he clicked fast forward through the credits and set up the next episode.
"Man what time is it?" he wondered, looking at the Omnitrix which stared back at him without displaying the time. Shrugging, he ate another handful of popcorn and sipped his drink. "Boy I hope the bus doesn't miss a sudden dip in junk food."
Ben belched, a resounding echoing noise across the Media Library before he settled back down for another episode.
Ben's hand was dipping into the bowl again, crunching a large handful of popcorn once more as he watched Sumo Slammers on what amounted to a wide screen television. He had found records of media from his homeworld, Sumo Slammers Classic and Hero Generation, and a third unreleased season called Evolutions and was enthralled by his favorite television show. Slurping from his drink, he clicked fast forward through the credits and set up the next episode.
"Man what time is it?" he wondered, looking at the Omnitrix which stared back at him without displaying the time. Shrugging, he ate another handful of popcorn and sipped his drink. "Boy I hope the bus doesn't miss a sudden dip in junk food."
Ben belched, a resounding echoing noise across the Media Library before he settled back down for another episode.

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"What'cha watching?"
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Offering the popcorn to him, he added, "There's two more series, Hero Generation and a season I discovered called Evolutions."
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"I'm about a quarter through the first season. Still building though."
"Ishikawa, your trumph over Kojiro in the Star Ring has propelled you to new heights. Are you willing to challenge the top tiers?" inquired a young blond reporter.
"Well, I believe it will be an enlightening experience," replied Ishikawa, toweling off. "In fact I..."
Just then his bag beeped and he snapped his fingers. "Excuse me Minako, I have business to attend to."
Leaving the reporters, Ishikawa pulled out a small blue circle from the bag and squeezed it. The sides slid out and the top flipped open to reveal a map with a blinking light. "Kenko..."
Spinning the object, it shifted into a belt and he slashed a card into it. "Blue Card Slash!"
In a blast of light, Ishikawa was clad in armor before he vanished in a streak of light.
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At no point in saying this did his eyes leave the screen. Dude was hooked.
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"Pull up a chair. I'm watching Sumo Slammers."
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"Don't mind if I do," she coolly says, picking a beanbag chair from the wall and dropping it down with a plop next to the couch. She dropped down into it, settling. When she was settled, she leaned back into the beanbag and turned her attention to the television.
"So...this is what you would watch in your dimension?"
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"Yeah it is. It's been running for nearly five years now and I started watching it when I was a kid. There's another season out, but that's set, and was released, five years after the original series came out. The main hero is Ishikawa, the sumo on the left."
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"Hmm, really?" She digs her elbow into the beanbag and rests her cheek against in her hand. "Lucky you." Her tone isn't sarcastic, but a bit disappointed. Her parents had been very strict, if the Public Service hadn't been the first clue.
Her lips flattened into a thin line while her white eyebrows raised at the commotion happening on the television. "This seems really violent for a children's program. Are you sure this was for kids?" The glow of the television flickered in hues as the scenes moved. Nura's eyes grew large with child-like delight.
"Not that I am against this program..."
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The bright colors and action of the program are entrancing. She reaches for popcorn bowl and dips her hand in and retracts with a handful of the popped kernels. She uses her other hand to pop one into her mouth.
"You don't say..." She's at least eighteen, married, fights bad guys for a living, and yet she is drawn to this old children's program. Go figure.
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With a mouth full of food, Scout offered a "Yo," managing to spray some crumbs out with his greeting.
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On the screen, the pair of sumo impacted again in a thunderous explosion.
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"No idea what Sumo Slammers is," Scout put one hand on the couch and vaulted himself into a seat next to Ben, "But I ain't one t'pass up real food in this place, ya'know?"
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(ooc: no prob!)
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He mostly ignored the show, snacking on whatever he could find, "Oh man does it suck eatin' that shit. I can deal with everything else that goes down here but the food just makes it miserable."
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Having found the weapons locker and retrieved her blaster (downmorphed into her hand for easy transformation), Tenaya had decided to explore the ship when she heard the unmistakable sounds of fantasy violence. Still whistling, she stepped inside the library to see Ben.
"So, this is what heroes of the universe do in their off hours?" she asked.
She was also missing a hand.
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He then noticed her stump of a hand and raised an eyebrow. "You're um, missing something."
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Looking down at her hand-less wrist, she shrugged. "It'll find its way back. Running recon."
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"... so you have a removable hand? That's actually pretty damn cool." He then flashbacked to the whole handless Ben incident. "And just a little ironic, considering the same thing happened to me once."
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As her hand made its way into the room, she answered (with more than a little coldness), "I hope you never went through the same thing."
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