Pam wasn’t sure what to do with the new message on her screen. She thought she liked this WScranton8; they had been getting along, and she had few enough people she got along with in real life or online that that still felt special. But she wasn’t about to forget her mother’s instructions either, or her own intuition, which, although it felt good about this one, was still screaming at her on general principle. While she was wracked with indecision, she got another pair of messages:
WScranton8: you missed a question
WScranton8: everything ok?
She looked over and realized that while she’d been staring at the first messages another question had rolled by in the game, and a second one was in fact starting:
TomFoolery_HOST: ****QUESTION COMING*****
TomFoolery_HOST: WHAT FUTURE BASEBALL HALL OF FAMER SET A RECORD THAT STILL STANDS WITH 44 OUTFIELD ASSISTS IN 1930?
She realized she had no idea what the answer might be, but she was pretty sure WScranton8 did. They were a rabid Phillies fan, and seemed obsessive with baseball history in general. The answers started piling in.
ALLISFALSE: mel ott
Jack134: Melt Ott
SamWise: Tris speaker
WilliamSonofMa: baberuth
D99999: Babe Ruth
0HHenry: ty cobb
She noticed that WScranton8 still hadn’t chimed in. She herself had no idea, but if they hadn’t answered yet that probably meant the right answer wasn’t out there. After all, they wouldn’t want to miss the buzzer...would they?
CHAR731: Ty cobb
HankYouMuchly: tycobb
Easports: Ty Cobb
Dedspin1: ty cobb
It was always interesting to see how the chatroom groupthink developed. She usually followed that groupthink if she didn’t have any idea herself; and in this game she definitely didn’t. She had “Ty Cobb” written out when she saw it.
WScranton8: Chuck Klein, for the Philadelphia Phillies
TomFoolery_HOST: **************BUZZER*****************
She didn’t really have to look at the official answer after an entry like that. WScranton8 and the Phillies were pretty much automatic. But she did have something to type in her other window now.
MorganLaFey: everything’s fine
MorganLaFey: but I see someone’s back to bagging ; )
WScranton8: well, if you’re not going to play, I might as well have my own fun
Well. Didn’t have to wait long for that response, did she?
MorganLaFey: are you implying I’m no fun?
WScranton8: never : )
WScranton8: the rest of this group though…
MorganLaFey: oh?
WScranton8: I’m pretty sure 0HHenry is a troll.
MorganLaFey: he lives under a bridge?
WScranton8: LOL. yes, eating correct answers before they can get across onto the screen
WScranton8: Fi-Fie-Fo-Fum, I smell the blood of a correct one!
MorganLaFey: heh
WScranton8: heh?
WScranton8: you wound me
MorganLaFey: and yet somehow I think you’ll recover
WScranton8: you know me so well
Did she? She certainly knew this person better than the other denizens of this little section of the internet, but did she know them well?
And would she like to?
She’d have to think about that.
MorganLaFey: it’s pretty obvious youre irrepressible
WScranton8: *you’re
WScranton8: anyway
WScranton8: where was I before I was so rudely mocked with “heh”?
WScranton8: oh right. 0HHenry is a troll, which makes Jack134 a centaur
MorganLaFey: oh really?
WScranton8: yeah
WScranton8: half of the time he’s right, half of the time he’s wrong
WScranton8: you just gotta hope you have the right half
MorganLaFey: LOL
WScranton8: not heh?
MorganLaFey: I guess not
WScranton8: good
Pam smiled. She agreed. It was good.
MorganLaFey: what about CantBeetMe?
WScranton8: what about him? he’s not in this game
MorganLaFey: yeah but he’s clearly one of them
MorganLaFey: these mythical beasts
MorganLaFey: so?
WScranton8: come on morgan
WScranton8: it’s too obvious
MorganLaFey: you’re stalling
WScranton8: am not
WScranton8: you just don’t know
MorganLaFey: staller :-P
WScranton8: fine
WScranton8: he’s a dragon
MorganLaFey: oh really?
WScranton8: yeah
WScranton8: he sits on his giant answer hoard and glares at everyone else
MorganLaFey: lol
MorganLaFey: and he definitely does breathe fire
WScranton8: lol
She could definitely get used to this.