How did you meet?
What are your conversations like? Just general catching up or more personal?
How did you meet?
What are your conversations like? Just general catching up or more personal?
Up the bottom.Originally Posted by Tifa's Boobs
He's a Buddhist and was hosting a Buddhisty thing at his house. I tagged along with my parents, just because I had nothing better to do. No, wait, I remember. My friend Dom was going, so I figured I would join him to support him in his non-Buddhistiness. It was quite fun, though. I put an owl in his pillbox. His daughter, Mica, spelled my name right without any prompting, and his son, Jasper, was a bit of a pillock. I pushed him around the garden on a pedal go-kart thing.
Just general stuff. Hi, how are you? How's the family? Is your daughter still smoking hot? Just normal stuff. I should add that we're not bffs or anything, but I know and talk to him and he knows and talks to me.
How long have you known him?
When did you last meet?
In what context do you typically "hang out" or get to talk? Do you hang out or is it more of a running into each other thing?
Ooh, blimey. I would've met in in.... what? 2005? Sometime around then. Reckon I last met him was before I went to uni, so 2008/2009. I usually only speak to him and meet him due to other people. We'd go round his house or he'd come round ours. That's when I'd meet him. Similarly, phone calls were usually just a case of me answering the phone and politely chatting for a bit while the person he wanted to talk to got off the loo, or something.
Is he closer with one of your parents or something since he'd call your house and want to talk to somebody else?
Well, yeah. He usually called on Buddhist business, as far as I'm aware.
Geez, I missed last night to sleep and look at all what happens
How exactly did you meet? Who did you meet him through? Why would he call your house?
Think you're a bit passed the deadline, matey.
But I'll answer those as a kindness, since they're the most interesting parts, as opposed to the other, boring questions.
He was hosting a house party so I went round his house. I guess I met him through my parents, in the sense that they were invited to the house party and brought me along to keep me away from drugs, or whatever reason parents have to hang out with their kids. He would call my house to talk to my parents, typically about Buddhisty things.
At first I thought this sounded like a lie because of how Quin pointedly mentioned the name of Howard's children and the fact that he's a Buddhist - facts that aren't too hard to find out from a simple search - in a sort of unnatural way that a person who does know him probably wouldn't. But then, I like to think Quin is a bit more clever than that and might be doing that specifically to seem like he's lying when he's actually telling the truth. I also think it seems like an unlikely statement to be used as a lie, seeing as you'd need to live in England for it to be plausible, and I think the statements Bleys appoints are picked randomly. This could be wrong, though.
Thoughts, team?
Bleys has said that he tries to match lies to the player's background, so he would choose lies that relate to, for example, an English person, and then choose randomly from those lies.
It is true, though, it's definitely true, and we are friends.
Last edited by Quindiana Jones; 01-11-2013 at 07:10 PM. Reason: Actually, changed my mind. No extra info for you! :D
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Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Hey, that's not fair!
Well, I'm keeping quiet. Wake me when we inevitably lose.
Hey! It's not over till they vote true!
Or lie.
Subliminal messaging... or the Force? "You don't believe in anything anymore." :handwave:
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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