[video]

[brokeforgood]

[The start of the video feed is... the top of this girl's head. She's grumbling to herself--]

Seriously? No tiktok, but I guess this'll do-- I should probably be grateful--

Oh! Shit! Live, already? [She holds up the communicator to capture her whole face. Farrah's grinning, and she scrambles to stand.] Sorry guys-- total boomer moment. Okay, here we go-- I'll have to do the music myself, but---

[She props the communicator up against a wall, to give everyone a full body view once she scrambles into frame again. Farrah's a relatively small teenager, wearing an adult man's jacket several sizes too big. She throws that off, and the weird girl has a fancy vest that's too big for her under that too. And then she starts to... do a tik tok dance. It's the Git Up, if anyone's curious. Also, she has to hum the music herself. It's a weird fourteen seconds for everyone, okay. Then she scrambles to scoop up the tablet again.]

That was me, Farrah Salieri, doing The Git Up. Like, Follow, Subscribe-- or tell me all about your favorite time that you've been kidnapped!

Comments

[brokeforgood]

Oh, yeah, you're good then. I don't know why, but boomers are so fuckin' grumpy. People from before that are normally fine.

[unpocoloco]

[He beams.]

I'm glad to have the seal of approval. I have no explanations for later generation grumpiness. Bad jobs, maybe?

[awooligan]

They think the people younger than them don't have it hard enough and are pissy about it

Other you isn't a boomer either I think so congrats

[unpocoloco]

Well, that's nonsense. That's the whole point of generations, all of us trying to make it better for the other.

Glad to hear that, I suppose. I do hope my Coco raised her daughters better than that.

[brokeforgood]

They don't even have a reason. They just suck.

[unpocoloco]

Ah, yes, innate sucking. A shame. I hope my grandchildren avoid such a fate.

[brokeforgood]

Oh my God. You’re a grandpa. [so… old… farrah is… so rude…]

[unpocoloco]

Great-great grandpa. Sort of.

[brokeforgood]

Oh my God. Sooooooo old. Like, I get it, I guess. Dads from like ancient fucking time too, but he’s not a grandpa at least.

[unpocoloco]

[He laughs, so at least he's not insulted or anything.]

In fairness, I've been long dead before the grandpa thing. What accounts for ancient time with him?

[brokeforgood]

Uhh… Good question. I don’t remember exactly, but he taught fuckin’ Beethoven so like, ancient times.

[unpocoloco]

That's anywhere from the eighteen hundreds to the two thousands. A pianist then? Do you play as well?

[brokeforgood]

A composer. [She emphasizes the word, like it’s extra important.]

A little bit. I learned, to make him happy. But… I didn’t have much time, so.

You’re dead, too?

[unpocoloco]

Ah, composer! Very important correction. [He gets it. He preferred Song-writer over Guitarist.]

That's right! About... [His head tilts in thought.] Ninety eight years dead now! Though it would seem I'm alive here... You too? Welcome to the club! It's pretty rough initially but after a bit, it's not so bad.