[For Chuck.] Call of Duty!

[callofkaren]

After exhausting most of the options that Karen could be out in snow and still call it fun, she found herself spending most of the day inside the compound, watching bad Canadian TV and eating the cookies so many people seemed to want to bake.

Nothing really held her attention as long as Call of Duty did when she got a chance at it, though. She hadn't really gone too far in her game, having been interrupted so many times, and she felt like she was losing her touch. ...well, not really. But she did feel like she hadn't played it in way too long, and she was going to use the next rare free hours to play.

Comments

[callofkaren]

"We didn't even have an XBox until a few months ago," Karen said, feeling like Chuck should at least know how lucky he was. He might have been stuck reading about the mating habits of lemurs, or watching himself as a TV/movie/whatever. "And if Call of Duty four shows up somehow, I'll do a dance of joy."

[the-intersect.livejournal.com]

Chuck couldn't help but laugh. "Wow. You'll have to let me know if that happens," He said. "I'll-- I'll join in. As long as it's not a tango. I kinda have issues with the tango."

[callofkaren]

"The tango?" Karen asked, and it was almost like she sensed a good story behind that. After months with Jim, it'd become almost like a sixth sense. "That's kinda random."

[the-intersect.livejournal.com]

There was definitely a story behind it. One involving spies and terrorists and almost being thrown off a building. The tragedy was that Chuck couldn't tell Karen any of it.

"Yeah, it's a long, boring story involving my sister's boyfriend and a pretty bad date." He said, "Not with my sister's boyfriend. The date, I mean."