INT. JASON’S APARTMENT CUBE – LATER THAT NIGHT
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[The vibe is mellow. SD-A still sits near the wall screen, watching cartoons with his head tilted like he’s analyzing philosophy. SD-K is scanning something with his arm, maybe the weird duck-crab hybrid Jason made. Jason, on the other hand, stretches and heads to the small locker beside his charging pod.]
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JASON
“Alright, we’ve eaten, you haven’t broken anything—mostly—and nobody's screaming from a parasitic infection… good day so far. Time to kick back even harder.”
(he pauses, pulling out a fresh towel-like cloth made of synthfibers)
“Take a bath. Relax. Recharge your... whatever you recharge.”
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SD-K (narrowing his optics)
“I’m not bathing with the abomination you were welding earlier.”
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[Jason snorts, marches straight over, grabs K by the shoulder plate, and starts pushing him toward the bathroom.]
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JASON
“C’mon, you smell like battle trauma and old jet fuel. You’ll love it.”
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SD-K (as he's pushed away)
“This is undignified—let go—what if it crawls up my charging port?!”
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JASON (grinning)
“Then it’s already won, pal. Let it have the tub.”
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[SD-A bursts into laughter. A little while passes. Steam gently leaks out from under the bathroom door as one after another, the bots emerge slightly less dusty, slightly more confused by Jason’s soap system.]
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INT. JASON’S APARTMENT – A BIT LATER
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[Jason, wrapped in a towel around his waist and looking way too proud of himself, walks out with something ancient and suspicious clutched in his hands. He sets it on the table with a dramatic THUD.]
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JASON
“So. You two ever played “Battlefate: Turbo Redux Omega” before?”
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[He lifts the lid, revealing a tangled mix of printed maps, rusted dice, plastic figurines with medieval weapons, a laminated “Narrator’s Sheet,” and an unsettling number of mini mug tokens.]
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SD-A (eyes wide, fascinated)
“What is it?”
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JASON (like a used airspeeder salesman)
“Only the finest role-playing board game ever smuggled out of Vision Tech’s employee lounges before they went kaboom. You build characters, go on dangerous quests, betray your friends, flirt with robots shaped like trees—it’s got everything.”
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[He starts unfolding the huge, creased map with a flick of the wrist.]
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SD-K (watching with pure dread)
“This looks like torture.”
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SD-A (picking up a tiny rogue figurine)
“This looks amazing.”
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[Jason picks a barbarian mug figure and holds it up like it’s holy.]
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JASON
“Buckle up, bots. Tonight… we enter the cursed kingdom of Grindlefax. And you’re all level 1 cowards with dice-induced anxiety.”
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[SD-K slumps into his seat like a man accepting death. SD-A bounces a little.]
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SD-K (to himself)
“I could’ve just stayed in the car. I chose this.”
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[Jason already starts narrating with overdramatic flair, his voice suddenly deeper and booming:]
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JASON (NARRATOR MODE)
“The skies above Grindlefax are gray and cursed, the winds carry the scent of rusted bolts and forgotten lore… and you, brave travelers, stand before a goblin holding an unpaid tab.”
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[Cut to the three of them huddled over the board, dice clattering, pieces scattered, and the mug figurine somehow already decapitated.]
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