“Dad, look out on the left!” Brandy said as she tapped the screen on her phone.
“I see it,” Merlot said, thumbing a button on his joystick. “How do you like a thunder strike, stupid dragon?”
“Sweeties,” Sherry called from the stairs. “The scientists are here.” (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include March Madness and A Home for Wally Gator. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
“Send them on down, honey,” Merlot said. “We figured out how to synch up the smart phone with my laptop so we can play Wars of Woodcraft together.”
“You play video games?” Pam asked as she and Bob came down into the den.
It actually made sense to call this a “den,” since Merlot and his wife Sherry and daughter Brandy lived in a cave under a hollowed out log. On the other hand, this Sasquatch home didn’t look like a cave at all. The walls were smooth and the room was lighted by three compact fluorescent bulbs in a chandelier. Merlot was sitting in his recliner, and Brandy was stretched out on the sofa beside him.
“Of course we play video games,” Merlot said. “How else would we learn about interacting with humans?”
“Umm, most humans don’t actually behave like that in the real world,” Pam said with a glance at Bob.
Brandy shrugged and tapped her phone again. “Well, we also watch C-SPAN.”
“Umm, most humans don’t actually behave like that either,” Bob said.
“Brandy, darling, please sit up so Pam and Bob can sit,” Sherry said. She turned to their guests. “Would you like tea? I have green, orange pekoe, and darjeeling.”
“Green tea sounds lovely, thanks,” Pam replied. “But I would have guessed you drank … well … wine.”
“Like humans name themselves Budweiser and Heineken?” Brandy asked.
Pam nodded. “You have a point.”
“So what can we help you with today?” Merlot asked, his hands dancing around the joystick as his character waded, sword swinging, into a colony of goblins.
“We wanted to learn about your social structure,” Bob said. “Do you form groups larger than immediate families?”
Brandy’s phone rang chirped Handel’s Water Music. She paused the game and held it to her ear. “Hi Mr. Blanc. Yes, he’s here. Hold on.”
She held the phone out. “Dad, it’s Chenin Blanc. He wants to know if you can bring your phone and the projector to the lodge meeting tonight. The Yetis want to video conference from Nepal.”