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== <b> /tg/ moves in </b> ==
SCENE: Outside. A pigeon lands on a power line. Suddenly, it explodes into a puff of feathers with a loud BANG.
K:(voiceover) "Damn winged rats."

Scene: /B is scratching his overlapping beer belly, walking away from the front door, camera follows.
B: "Rent is due on the first of the month. Every month. You pay, you stay. You forget, I sell your shit. *turns around and glares into camera, pulling a limp cigar out of his mouth* "You -can- pay, right?"
TG: *nearly walks into B when he turns, a poorly-balanced Leman Russ nearly falls off the stack of rulebooks he's carrying* "Y-Yeah. I have Profession (sales) at the shop down the street."
B: *nods, replaces cigar* "Right. C'mon. I'll show you the room."

They walk, passing doorways. We see Ck in the kitchen, washing a cookie sheet while C laughs and stirs a bowl. In the living room, V and A's faces reflect on-screen explosions. They near the basement door, open just a crack. When they've passed, a red eye is there.
B: "If you ever hear chanting coming from there, stay out. That bitch is fuckin' nuts."

Close-up of red eye shows the reflection of B and TG walking away, followed by CO who is carrying a box from which a piece of cape and a sword protrude. The trio turn a corner.

SCENE: Upstairs landing. B, followed by TG and CO appear from the stairwell. On of the doors near the stairs opens and /D steps out, carefully closing the door so as not to allow anyone to see inside her room. As the three men walk by she turns around and smiles impishly, her single cat ear popping out of her hair.

B: "We gots rules. No niggers. If you don't want someone to eat your food, label it. No jews. This here's the room."
SCENE: Inside TG's empty room. There's an old four-poster bed with only 3 posts, a pair of empty floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and a card table folded against one wall. TG and CO set down their loads.
B: "Where was I? No spics...?" He turns around, notices the cape that's falling out of CO's box. "..." He pushes TG out of the way and grabs CO by his hoodie, "What the fuck is this? You lettin' ANOTHER one of those fuckin' yiffers in here?" He points at the cape, which has a fur-lined collar.

CO (decidedly not-at-all-threatened) "Relax, B. It's just a cape, he wears it for games. I wouldn't bring one of them in here. Especially not after last Friday."

B looks from CO to TG, who looks puzzled. He puts his hand into a pocket, which rattles. B lets go of CO and opens the door to head out. "Whatever. I'm out of here. Enjoy your AIDS, fags. Oh, which reminds me." He turns to TG. "We got a pool, but you can't swim in it."

TG (with a few 40K vehicles in his arms) "Why not?"

B: (facing camera on his way out) "Pool's closed."

Scene: Living Room. No sound. A and V are still gaming, in the background. In the foreground is the apartment building's stereo. A bleary-eyed be-headphoned MU walks over to it, hits the 'Play' button. Montage music starts.

SCENE: TG's room. He's opening his boxes. We see paperback books going up on shelves, a LOTR poster goes up on the wall by the bed, a pegboard getting over the desk to hold miniature-painting implements, TG puts up another poster as CO comes in with another box and TG accidentally staples his thumb when he looks over, 3.5 rules going onto a shelf, a sourcebook being lifted, then casually thumbed through, 3.5 is taken off the shelf and 4E is put up instead, the card table is set up, a shoebox full of technicolor spess mahrines is opened, 4E gets spaced out and then the gaps filled with 3.5, the cloak from before is hung on a hook inside the closet door, the spess mahrines are now dominating the card table. (For simplicity, the previous montage needn't be animated, but with still images panning across the screen).

Camera pulls back to TG's shoulder, showing the whole room. He goes over to his desk and empties his pockets.

*knock at door*

TG: "Just set it beside the card table, I'll- who?" The D20 lands on an 5, on the desk.

CK: *holding a plate of cookies that look so good they're probably not legal in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other* "Hi. I'm CK. Welcome to the house. I hope you're not diabetic?"

TG: "No, I er... thanks." Takes plate, sets it on the only bare spot on the card table. "I'm TG, I'm.. well, the new guy."