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Who: Neah & Diarmuid
What: PARTY & PARTY, PONIES, SILENT HILL: SHATTERED MEMORIES, DRINKING, EXTREMEEEEEEEE -- Okay. They're just having a sleep over.
When: Around 10pm.
Where: Diarmuid's ~~loveshack~~ hotel room
Rating: PG-13. Might go higher.
Warnings: Cavities from ponies, might not be able to breathe from laughter, etc etc.

You know, he really wasn't kidding when he said he was going to come over to make Diarmuid feel better. He didn't come empty handed either. No. Not at all. He brought a few things from his room that would hopefully have the same effect on Diarmuid as it did to himself.

That's right.

He brought a Wii + a game he somehow stumbled upon. A little girl sitting on a swing? Wasn't all that ominous. Besides, if it was scary, they were probably going to be kind of drunk anyway. Cause he brought some alcohol for the first time in ages.

Knock knock, Diarmuid~ ♥

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"..."

Wave. Wave wave. There is no icon for the amount of 'OMG WHAT' on his face.

"Are you alright, Diarmuid? You do not look so well."

As in: HE REALLY DOESN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH DIARMUID DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT TECHNOLOGY.

Wavewavewave.

"H...how does that even work?"

"It is technology. Besides..." Here dawg, he's pouring you a drink. "It's quite fun, if I do say so myself."

When the screen loads, Diarmuid is asked to fill out all the questions.

ARE YOU GOOD AT MAKING FRIENDS? HM? ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, DEAR.

Hell yes, alcohol.

"Why is it asking all this, Neah?"

"It is part of the game. Actually, there are a few parts in this game where you do some rather... interesting things. Like color a picture.

Answer truthfully, though."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'd never lie when asked anything."

Huff.

"A knights' honor, correct?"

"Of course. I don't think I've ever told a single lie in my life."

And here stands the fat liar over here.

"Ah..." Welp. He can't beat that. Instead, he just chugs some delicious liquor down to hold his tongue.

"I am sure you will get a wonderful ending in this game."

"I'm...supposed to be looking for my daughter now? I'm still not sure what being questioned had to do with anything, Neah."

Insert abuse of the 'Cheryl?!' button here.

"You are suppose to be looking for your daughter, yes. She is lost in this town called 'Silent Hill'. ... Actually, it is the objective of the game -- To find your daughter."

Oh great.

CHERYL. CHERYL. CHEERRYLLLL.

Henry Mason. The Silent Hill version of Ethan Mars.

"That sounds simple enough."

Cheryl? Cheryl?! CHEEEERRRRYYYYLLLL!

"...How many times do I need to press this button before she hears me?"

GOOD GOD MAN. STOP PRESSING THE BUTTON

"You... do not have to hit the button so many times. She will not hear you until you reach the end."

"Oh. My mistake."

Oops. He'll just have our protag wandering about now.

Neah will just. Be drinking as he watches Diarmuid play this game. Sometime while he's looking at the screen, he offers a drink.

"You will enter the nightmare stage soon." and then that's when you have to flail around, son.

"Nightmare stage? That doesn't sound all that appealing."

No shit, Sherlock.

"Oh...Neah? Is-...wait, why is everything turning to ice?"

Diarmuid, you win an award. For stating the obvious.

"Not appealing... I suppose you could say that." The last time he played, all he did was almost throw the controller into the tv, ahaha.

"As I stated. The nightmare stage." He pauses, making a face. "Think shadows that are deformed; chasing you."

Blink blink.

"Oh."

Please. Have you met the kind of people that have been out to kill this guy? This ain't even shit. He ain't even freaked out.

"...And there's no way to fight back? Hm, that's a shame."

"What would you possibly fight back with?"

This isn't like the old school silent hill, son.

"I survived my first month or so here with nothing more than a pair of metal pipes. Surely improvising a weapon would be simple enough."

Still not even breaking a sweat.

"While I am more than accustomed to running away, there is a time and place for it. I would think it quite possible to at least knock aside a few of these things chasing him."

"It is quite odd that they did not decide to integrate a weapons system in this particular game. Seeing that the other one's allow you to use metal pipes."

S H R U G. "Unfortunately, you mostly run in this game."

"As I said, quite a shame."

Lookit that, our pal Harry got away.

"...Neah, when exactly does the horror aspect come into play?"

Look at that. Good job, Diarmuid. You avoided all the monsters somehow.

"When you start coloring a picture that the therapist wants you to color. ... I hope you are not a perfectionist."

Beat.

"Now I'm just confused. What relevance does this have to anything?"