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Distracted, Summer asks, quietly, “Is it really that bad? I had thought things were getting better … is there any way I can help?” She lifts a hand from around Helios’ middle to put it on Stiles’ knee, a little frown creasing her eyebrows. Helios hunches down into cat-loaf mode, picking up on the mood change. He’s really quite sensitive to that sort of thing, for a cat.

“What?” Stiles asks, and it might be obvious in just that moment that he’s gotten entirely the wrong impression of what she’s asking about. He doesn’t flinch at the hand on his knee, but he does look confused. “I…Summer, it just kind of is, it’s ADHD, I live with it, it doesn’t really get better or worse, I just take my Adderall and some days the chemistry is better for me than others and some days I drink a whole gallon of milk and some days I realize I haven’t eaten in forty-eight hours…”

She blinks for a second before she figures out where he’d gone with that, then shakes her head, little bits of hair flying around. “I mean the … werewolf stuff. I thought that was better.” She ignores what he says about his ADHD — it doesn’t seem correct, based on what she’s studied, but he has bigger problems. That’s really not relevant in the face of the dementia, or whatever he thinks is trying to kill him now.

The fact that she even has to think that last bit makes her shudder and feel vaguely sick.

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Summer sighs nostalgically. “I admit it, I’m shallow — my other main objection to WoW is that I don’t like the way it looks. It’s not pretty enough.” She laughs at herself. “But then, my first was City of Heroes, and there was so much about it that’s different than the standard, from the teaming to the complete detachment of appearance from stats.” She scratches Helios’ head and goes on, “Most of the games where accessibility is a problem don’t last long out of beta — though there’s always Final Fantasy XIV, where they actually scrapped most of the game and started over. But, you know, the thing about the builds and theorycrafting applies to Rift, too, and they’re doing pretty good. Even if they did have to put in autobuilds for stupid people.” It’s obvious she doesn’t think much of players who aren’t into at least some theorycrafting.

“Theoretically I get the concept about not being able to appear outside your armour type, but it /still/ annoys me. The only point in the game where it makes that much difference is PvP, and honestly PvPers who are that anal can suck it. I hate that kind of player. So what difference does it make, in a world-setting with magic, if you make your plate look like leather? Or hell, your mage robe look like plate mail?”

Something in Stiles’ attitude prickles, a little, and his shoulders hunch, spine straightening. They’re almost to the clinic already, but that doesn’t stop him from giving Summer a few glances, sharper in a mild way, like cheddar that’s almost to medium. “Hey. No. Sometimes it isn’t about stupid. Sometimes it’s about…time, or dedication, or, I don’t know, not wanting to have to take a stupid Adderall to play a video game, it’s just a game.”

The vague insult in his attitude fades a little, and he goes back to his normal hunched stance, peering at a light as it goes yellow and he starts to slow for it. “I can’t really get that engaged. My stuff looks like my stuff, it’s not—I mean when I am literally running for my actual life in the woods four days a week I guess my priorities shifted.”

Distracted, Summer asks, quietly, “Is it really that bad? I had thought things were getting better … is there any way I can help?” She lifts a hand from around Helios’ middle to put it on Stiles’ knee, a little frown creasing her eyebrows. Helios hunches down into cat-loaf mode, picking up on the mood change. He’s really quite sensitive to that sort of thing, for a cat.

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“Because Everquest and Anarchy Online weren’t accessible? Or City of Heroes or Guild Wars which came out in the same year? What about Lineage II? Saying accessible is meaningless. It got a lot of attention because it’s Blizzard, and the size of the subscriber base means other companies follow their standard blindly, despite there being positive proof that other styles of games are at least as good, if not better, and that there are elements of the WoW-style MMO that could and have been improved upon — just not by WoW.” Summer pauses to take a deep breath after spilling all that out.

“I’ve basically tried them all, you know. Even if WoW has improved I can’t afford to be paying for another game, really.” She shrugs, bypassing that thought. “Did they put in anything like gear appearance customisation yet? Rift lets you assemble whole outfits that don’t affect your stats. Plus I didn’t like their teaming paradigm at all. But then I got really spoiled by City in that regard.” Helios marks her nose with the side of his face, and she chuckles a little and pushes him away. “Not for kitties.”

Stiles snorts a laugh, fingers drumming arhythmically against the steering column of his jeep. “I am so not prepared for an intellectual throwdown about whether or not it’s Blizzard that made WoW popular. Accessible isn’t meaningless, though, accessible is what’s gonna kill Elder Scrolls Online. You have to actually give a shit about theorycrafting to be able to put together a build that supports the play style you like, the crafting system is so complex I still don’t really understand it, grouping is hard as shit and it’s too locked down to how the single-player games were in ways that aren’t good for an MMO. I absolutely agree that there are a lot of things WoW does wrong, though.”

His head shakes, absently, as if to dismiss her fears. “Not trying to convert you to the Alliance or the Horde, promise. But yeah, they call it the transmogrification system? Transmog for short. They also made it easy for you to solo old content if you’re level capped so you can go back and get the gear you like the look of. You can have a mod called MogIt that helps you find whatever you like the looks of to build sets, and as long as it’s the same kind of gear as what you’re wearing you can just have the stuff with the bad stats in your bank and wear the stuff with the good stats but with the look of the old stuff. But you can’t like…make your plate look like cloth so if your character wears plate at level ninety you still gotta pick from the plate looks. No dyes, but if you get like…gear from raids usually there’s a couple of different colors to choose from based on how hard the raid was.”

He might be rambling a little.

Summer sighs nostalgically. “I admit it, I’m shallow — my other main objection to WoW is that I don’t like the way it looks. It’s not pretty enough.” She laughs at herself. “But then, my first was City of Heroes, and there was so much about it that’s different than the standard, from the teaming to the complete detachment of appearance from stats.” She scratches Helios’ head and goes on, “Most of the games where accessibility is a problem don’t last long out of beta — though there’s always Final Fantasy XIV, where they actually scrapped most of the game and started over. But, you know, the thing about the builds and theorycrafting applies to Rift, too, and they’re doing pretty good. Even if they did have to put in autobuilds for stupid people.” It’s obvious she doesn’t think much of players who aren’t into at least some theorycrafting.

“Theoretically I get the concept about not being able to appear outside your armour type, but it /still/ annoys me. The only point in the game where it makes that much difference is PvP, and honestly PvPers who are that anal can suck it. I hate that kind of player. So what difference does it make, in a world-setting with magic, if you make your plate look like leather? Or hell, your mage robe look like plate mail?”

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iamthefirechild:

“Bah, logic,” Summer says lightly. “You want me to actually think about /reasons/ for not liking it? You’re a heathen.” Hitching Helios up again, she goes on, “if I was doing this by myself he would be in the cage, but he’s happier if he can see out, and that’s hard with the cage. It’ll be fine; don’t worry.”

After he unlocks the Jeep, she climbs in, easily managing the cat with one hand. It takes some switching of hands, and Helios attempts to get onto the dashboard, but she manages to buckle up and get them both settled before picking up the conversation again. “I’m instinctively put off by anything that’s defended that rabidly. I dunno, it just seems — it’s like the only reason it’s that popular, and the standard that everyone tries to meet, is because it was made by Blizzard. There’s so many other games out there that do things differently and they’re derided /because/ they do it differently.”

“I am.” Stiles agrees easily; sliding into the driver’s seat of the Jeep. “Completely heathenistic. Never been more of a heathen than me.” He doesn’t seem particularly apologetic, waiting for Summer to get herself buckled in before turning Roscoe over and starting on his way towards the clinic.

He snorts, glancing briefly towards Summer with that same amused expression. “I dunno if it’s that it was made by Blizzard that made it a big deal. I mean I know Starcraft and Diablo are also things but I think WoW is the standard just because it’s been accessible and thus wildly successful. Yeah, I do think it’s dumb that it’s the litmus test, though, especially since I figure game should focus more on being awesome than trying to kill WoW like WoW is something that needs killing. The Secret World is kind of awesome for that but it makes you use your brain a lot and some people don’t like that.”

“Because Everquest and Anarchy Online weren’t accessible? Or City of Heroes or Guild Wars which came out in the same year? What about Lineage II? Saying accessible is meaningless. It got a lot of attention because it’s Blizzard, and the size of the subscriber base means other companies follow their standard blindly, despite there being positive proof that other styles of games are at least as good, if not better, and that there are elements of the WoW-style MMO that could and have been improved upon — just not by WoW.” Summer pauses to take a deep breath after spilling all that out.

“I’ve basically tried them all, you know. Even if WoW has improved I can’t afford to be paying for another game, really.” She shrugs, bypassing that thought. “Did they put in anything like gear appearance customisation yet? Rift lets you assemble whole outfits that don’t affect your stats. Plus I didn’t like their teaming paradigm at all. But them I got really spoiled by City in that regard.” Helios marks her nose with the side of his face, and she chuckles a little and pushes him away. “Not for kitties.”

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Summer wedges her feet into her sandals, talking half over her shoulder. “I categorically object to anything that popular, on principle. Also, I tried it, and it took ages to /get/ anywhere. I object to that even more.” She hitches Helios up a little higher on her hip and slings her bag over the other shoulder. “I’m not actually sure you would /fit/ into my car. You’re kinda … tall.”

Glancing back at him, she grins. “Have you even tried other games? It’s not like many of them differ from the mould much anymore.” Summer gestures him to come along, herding him out the door and juggling the faintly-protesting cat with practised skill. Helios squirms around and wraps his paws around her neck, hugging her tightly. “Easy there, boy,” she soothes. With a green-eyed glance up at Stiles, she adds, “I think you may be driving by default.”

The sound Stiles makes is mostly amused, very wry around the edges. “You know, objecting to something just because it’s popular is basically just as bad as liking something just because it’s popular. You’re still letting someone else make the decision for you. As for moving around, well. You can get your first mount at like level fifteen, plus flight paths—once you can fly it isn’t nearly that bad. Flight paths are pee breaks anyway.”

He squints confusedly at the notice that he’s ‘kinda tall’, but doesn’t comment. Instead, he pulls his keys free of one pocket, twirling them around a finger before catching them against his palm again. “Gotcha. You don’t put him in a carrier or anything, usually?”

“Bah, logic,” Summer says lightly. “You want me to actually think about /reasons/ for not liking it? You’re a heathen.” Hitching Helios up again, she goes on, “if I was doing this by myself he would be in the cage, but he’s happier if he can see out, and that’s hard with the cage. It’ll be fine; don’t worry.”

After he unlocks the Jeep, she climbs in, easily managing the cat with one hand. It takes some switching of hands, and Helios attempts to get onto the dashboard, but she manages to buckle up and get them both settled before picking up the conversation again. “I’m instinctively put off by anything that’s defended that rabidly. I dunno, it just seems — it’s like the only reason it’s that popular, and the standard that everyone tries to meet, is because it was made by Blizzard. There’s so many other games out there that do things differently and they’re derided /because/ they do it differently.”

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iamthefirechild:

“Ew, WoW.” Summer sneers really hard and makes a retching noise. “No defensive cooldowns would save me from mobs ten levels above me, okay, Stiles. Especially not six of them. It’s not City of Heroes.” She reaches dowm and scruffs Helios, who hunches down in a cat-puff.

“Are you driving or am I?” she asks, scooping him up and looking around for her shoes.

“Ew, yourself.” Stiles counters, without any real venom or malice in the words. “I’m not judging your choice of game. WoW is accessible. I don’t have a lot of commitment or time for games that require more attention. Or, I dunno if you noticed, much attention. So.” He spreads his hands out, fingers going everywhere. “Warlock.”

His eyes travel down to scruffed Helios with an expression of sympathy. “Uh…either or, whatever’s good for you. Roscoe’s seen worse than an annoyed kitty.”

Summer wedges her feet into her sandals, talking half over her shoulder. “I categorically object to anything that popular, on principle. Also, I tried it, and it took ages to /get/ anywhere. I object to that even more.” She hitches Helios up a little higher on her hip and slings her bag over the other shoulder. “I’m not actually sure you would /fit/ into my car. You’re kinda … tall.”

Glancing back at him, she grins. “Have you even tried other games? It’s not like many of them differ from the mould much anymore.” Summer gestures him to come along, herding him out the door and juggling the faintly-protesting cat with practised skill. Helios squirms around and wraps his paws around her neck, hugging her tightly. “Easy there, boy,” she soothes. With a green-eyed glance up at Stiles, she adds, “I think you may be driving by default.”

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“Mages don’t get defensive cooldowns,” Summer replies, absently, still peering at his face. It’s so purple and blue-black, it /must/ hurt, and he got it on her behalf; she wipes out the pain from it on principle. It’s not being inside his mind, so it’s okay, she reasons. Helios appears from underneath the desk to rub his face against Stiles’ leg.

“Do you play?”

Stiles’ eyebrows scrunch together, and he eyes Summer skeptically for a few seconds, almost in concert with her blocking the pain from the injury on his face. It’s a dangerous sort of look, not because he looks angry—he doesn’t—but because it looks like he might be on the verge of figuring something out.

He doesn’t say anything, however, instead leaning over to rub Helios’ ears absently.

“Not that,” he admits, and there’s a moment where he’s doing that thing he does, sometimes, pressing his lips together inside his mouth and then pulling them part with an excessively loud ‘pop’ noise. “World of Warcraft, though. Sometimes. When I have the chance. Where, incidentally, mages get defensive cooldowns. And Time Warp, you can’t undervalue the ability to give yourself Heroism at the right moment.”

“Ew, WoW.” Summer sneers really hard and makes a retching noise. “No defensive cooldowns would save me from mobs ten levels above me, okay, Stiles. Especially not six of them. It’s not City of Heroes.” She reaches dowm and scruffs Helios, who hunches down in a cat-puff.

“Are you driving or am I?” she asks, scooping him up and looking around for her shoes.

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There’s a yelp of some kind barely audible through the door, muffled words, and then a little louder, “It’s open!” When he comes in, Summer is all but crouched at the computer, hair untidy and wholly unbound down her back and practically to the floor. She’s dressed, but that’s about it.

“Oh, hel—/shit/. Shit shitshitshit fuck get off me no /ARGH/! Who the hell puts level 49s in an area with level 40 quests, seriously, do these designers not /talk/ to each other!” She taps the keys so fast the clicking is continuous, and on the screen a cat-eared, pixellated figure is completely surrounded by enemies.

And dead. Summer throws her hands up in the air, clicks the respawn button, and groans. “Of /course/ I was bound all the way across the fucking /world/, of course I was.” She pushes herself up from the chair and turns to face Stiles, whereupon her eyes widen. “/Stiles/. You didn’t tell me it had bruised that badly.” She reaches out as if to touch it. “Does it hurt?”

Stiles shoulders the door open, and then creeps into the apartment, eyebrows raising silently when he finds himself confronted with the true length of Summer’s hair. That’s a lot of hair. He’s too curious, however, and ends up picking his way closer, peering at the screen as if he’s trying to figure out which game she’s playing.

But he’s looking at a respawn prompt, and Stiles can’t quite stop himself from snorting, the sound somehow slightly sympathetic. “Sometimes there’s not enough defensive cooldowns in the world.”

He blinks a second later, and then figures out that she’s talking about his face, and he makes a dismissive sound with his lips, blowing air through them in a stereotypical-horse-noise. “Pffft, this is nothing, really, don’t worry about it. Hardly know it’s there. Gives me street cred, not a big deal.”

“Mages don’t get defensive cooldowns,” Summer replies, absently, still peering at his face. It’s so purple and blue-black, it /must/ hurt, and he got it on her behalf; she wipes out the pain from it on principle. It’s no being inside his mind, so it’s okay, she reasons. Helios appears from underneath the desk to rub his face against Stiles’ leg.

“Do you play?”

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   It’s a beautiful, mild May day and of course that means that it’s time to take the cat to the vet! Stiles’ Jeep comes rumbling up to Summer’s apartment complex and wedges itself in a parking spot with a casual air that implies a deep bond between car and driver. Stiles himself is hopping out of the car a moment later, the area under one of his eyes still black and the bridge of his nose taped but his expression cheerful enough as his voice calls, “Suuuummmm-eerrrrr.”

There’s a yelp of some kind barely audible through the door, muffled words, and then a little louder, “It’s open!” When he comes in, Summer is all but crouched at the computer, hair untidy and wholly unbound down her back and practically to the floor. She’s dressed, but that’s about it.

“Oh, hel—/shit/. Shit shitshitshit fuck get off me no /ARGH/! Who the hell puts level 49s in an area with level 40 quests, seriously, do these designers not /talk/ to each other!” She taps the keys so fast the clicking is continuous, and on the screen a cat-eared, pixellated figure is completely surrounded by enemies.

And dead. Summer throws her hands up in the air, clicks the respawn button, and groans. “Of /course/ I was bound all the way across the fucking /world/, of course I was.” She pushes herself up from the chair and turns to face Stiles, whereupon her eyes widen. “/Stiles/. You didn’t tell me it had bruised that badly.” She reaches out as if to touch it. “Does it hurt?”