Intermission 1: First Staff Dormitory, Winchester
Macaron’s room, the room where the Adachi Eiko Movie Marathon was supposed to have been held, had a grim atmosphere.
The AV discs that Tiramie had happily brought back showed a cover girl that did not resemble her one bit. Tricen had mentioned that her stage name was “Anjou Erina”, but this mature and married woman was a little too fat.
Macaron had been preparing some canned beer in excitement, but when he saw this, it gave him goose bumps.
“H-How did it end up like this, ron?” Macaron asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Mi… I looked through all the rental and sales shops but this was the only one I could find,” said Tiramie, who was still panting after having returned from his expedition. He had sifted through so many DVDs that his pupils had lost their sparkle.
“I guess Tricen had his info mixed up, fumo…” Moffle commented. He mixed some hot water with his shochu[1] and hung his head in disappointment.
“But how can that be…is Tricen really that cock-eyed? The inaccuracy of his search could win him an Olympic medal, ron!”
“I phoned him just now, and he said that his phone must have stretched the image I sent him. That’s some lousy model he has there, fumo.”
“Then try sending it again! He should be able to—”
“I did, fumo. But right afterwards, he told me he had given up. Guess he doesn’t know her stage name either.”
“Screw this shit!” Macaron slammed the can of beer on the table.
“Calm your furs, fumo. You’ve never actually met her in person, so what’s there to be so frustrated about?”
“But you sounded so hyped when you met her earlier, ron! It’s like you found someone of a totally different level from the ones in our park! Do you understand how it feels to miss this unreal opportunity!?”
“Well…”
“You and Tricen are useless, ron! How are you going to compensate for the disappointment you’ve caused?”
“Tch, so I’m on the same level as Tricen now, huh?”
Seeing the two of them getting worked up, Tiramie tried to break the tension.
“Hey guys, quarrelling won’t solve the problem, mi. Let’s just watch this anyway. This DVD might be a 480 yen wagon sale product, but that doesn’t mean we should toss it, right?”
“Just throw the damned thing away, ron! It’s useless!”
“Mofu… She’s a little too big for our tastes, isn’t she?”
Hearing their remarks as they pointed at the package, Tiramie gave a “Mi? Oh really? This is my type, though.”
“Wha—”
The two of them shuddered in fear upon realizing the depth of Tiramie’s tastes.
*
In the end, the three of them did not watch the video Tiramie bought. Instead, they watched one from Macaron’s collection, named “Black Hawk Down”.
The heavy atmosphere among the three persisted for about 30 minutes before the show started to get exciting. The US troops stationed in Somalia were under assault, and bullets showered the battlefield. This was further intensified by the 6.1 surround sound system in Macaron’s room.
“Aw yeah, this movie is awesome, ron! This is what all zombie movies should be like!”
“Huh? This is a war movie, fumo.”
“No, it’s a zombie movie, ron. Even the writer Satou Daisuke said it. The Somalia troops keep comin’ no matter how many magazines you deplete.”
“I see, so these are zombies, mi.”
“I cry every time I watch Gordon and Shugart die, ron. Also, I believe this was the movie that brought the Springfield M14 rifle’s popularity. It’s an awesome weapon, you know? It’s just that the youngsters hated the wooden stock and ancient vibe it gives. And so they did a really good job changing it to a synthetic polymer stock and added picatinny rails, giving this rifle more punch—”
And so the three of them continued with their discussion on the weapons shown while soaking in both the thrill of war and their tears of loss.
Thanks to that, they completely forgot about the AV.
Intermission 1: First Staff Dormitory, Winchester
Macaron’s room, the room where the Adachi Eiko Movie Marathon was supposed to have been held, had a grim atmosphere.
The AV discs that Tiramie had happily brought back showed a cover girl that did not resemble her one bit. Tricen had mentioned that her stage name was “Anjou Erina”, but this mature and married woman was a little too fat.
Macaron had been preparing some canned beer in excitement, but when he saw this, it gave him goose bumps.
“H-How did it end up like this, ron?” Macaron asked, seemingly annoyed.
“Mi… I looked through all the rental and sales shops but this was the only one I could find,” said Tiramie, who was still panting after having returned from his expedition. He had sifted through so many DVDs that his pupils had lost their sparkle.
“I guess Tricen had his info mixed up, fumo…” Moffle commented. He mixed some hot water with his shochu[1] and hung his head in disappointment.
“But how can that be…is Tricen really that cock-eyed? The inaccuracy of his search could win him an Olympic medal, ron!”
“I phoned him just now, and he said that his phone must have stretched the image I sent him. That’s some lousy model he has there, fumo.”
“Then try sending it again! He should be able to—”
“I did, fumo. But right afterwards, he told me he had given up. Guess he doesn’t know her stage name either.”
“Screw this shit!” Macaron slammed the can of beer on the table.
“Calm your furs, fumo. You’ve never actually met her in person, so what’s there to be so frustrated about?”
“But you sounded so hyped when you met her earlier, ron! It’s like you found someone of a totally different level from the ones in our park! Do you understand how it feels to miss this unreal opportunity!?”
“Well…”
“You and Tricen are useless, ron! How are you going to compensate for the disappointment you’ve caused?”
“Tch, so I’m on the same level as Tricen now, huh?”
Seeing the two of them getting worked up, Tiramie tried to break the tension.
“Hey guys, quarrelling won’t solve the problem, mi. Let’s just watch this anyway. This DVD might be a 480 yen wagon sale product, but that doesn’t mean we should toss it, right?”
“Just throw the damned thing away, ron! It’s useless!”
“Mofu… She’s a little too big for our tastes, isn’t she?”
Hearing their remarks as they pointed at the package, Tiramie gave a “Mi? Oh really? This is my type, though.”
“Wha—”
The two of them shuddered in fear upon realizing the depth of Tiramie’s tastes.
*
In the end, the three of them did not watch the video Tiramie bought. Instead, they watched one from Macaron’s collection, named “Black Hawk Down”.
The heavy atmosphere among the three persisted for about 30 minutes before the show started to get exciting. The US troops stationed in Somalia were under assault, and bullets showered the battlefield. This was further intensified by the 6.1 surround sound system in Macaron’s room.
“Aw yeah, this movie is awesome, ron! This is what all zombie movies should be like!”
“Huh? This is a war movie, fumo.”
“No, it’s a zombie movie, ron. Even the writer Satou Daisuke said it. The Somalia troops keep comin’ no matter how many magazines you deplete.”
“I see, so these are zombies, mi.”
“I cry every time I watch Gordon and Shugart die, ron. Also, I believe this was the movie that brought the Springfield M14 rifle’s popularity. It’s an awesome weapon, you know? It’s just that the youngsters hated the wooden stock and ancient vibe it gives. And so they did a really good job changing it to a synthetic polymer stock and added picatinny rails, giving this rifle more punch—”
And so the three of them continued with their discussion on the weapons shown while soaking in both the thrill of war and their tears of loss.
Thanks to that, they completely forgot about the AV.
