Since These Seem To Be Popular [Action]

[ceasetoexist]

You can run into and interact with Pokey doing a few different things around town today starting mid-afternoon.

Option One
As you go about your day today, you'll find Pokey walking down the streets of the town, carrying a set of multicolored chalk with him. Every once in awhile, usually at the end of the street, you'll see him drawing what appears to be an odd, nine-blocked hop-scotch board. Inside the first eight blocks, he even draws weird little things like flowers and the like. Oddly childish considering, if anyone knew his actual, apparent personality.

While he's starting this little endeavor on Ricardo street as usual, you can find him doing this on each street he can get to.

Option Two
Pokey has managed to make his way out of the kids section of the library (after making a mess and scattering several adventure books and comic books on the floor, or course), and has made his way to the adult men's book area. He seems to be looking for something and is getting more and more pissy that he can't appear to find it, casually throwing books about golfing and shaving and the like to the ground as he continues his search.

Option Three
Here, Pokey can be found poking around just about everywhere. He generally seems to be attempting to avoid people, though he occasionally seems to try and ruin a game of kickball a bunch of younger, droned kids are having for the pure entertainment it seems to give him to be a dick.

Otherwise, he's attempting to head into any more secluded areas of the park, actively attempting to poke around and find what could work as hiding spots, which he seems to be writing down descriptions of in a small notebook he has with him.

Option Four
[If anyone is headed to Jonathon's Tools today, there's a good chance you're going to see the store-keeper trying to calm down a whining, irate, blue-skinned twelve year old boy.]

Young man, please realize that I can't see you a circular saw. You need to-

I don't care what I need to do, jerkwad! I already told you that my dad asked me to buy that saw!

Well, if you could get your father, I could-

Isn't this supposed to be the friggin' fifties, where you people will just give kids anything if they have the money for it?

[And yeah, that conversation will pretty much go on like that...]

Comments

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[What's up, Pokey? Cynric is watching you draw on the corner of Nelson St., head cocked, looking curious.]

Never thought you as one for hopscotch, my friend!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hey Cynric, it's going pretty good. Don't mind him not looking up, he's busy at the moment.]

I'm not.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Wrinkles his nose in thought.]

I suppose not. Hard to play without any numbers! So then, what are you doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just gives a wide, toothy grin at that Cynric.]

It's a secret.

[crytodaddy.livejournal.com]

[safely dodges one thrown book!]

Assuming the drones will clean this up for you?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's just still going through them, Sigmund.]

Assuming I care, are you?

[crytodaddy.livejournal.com]

More like wondering if these drones are spoiling people with their good nature.

[Picks up a book, all up in your bizz-ness] Beginner's Golf: The Basics. I think you're confusing this for the children's section.

Option 3

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[If Pokey's looking around hiding places in the park, he may find someone hiding in a bush. Namely, this girl here.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, a girls' face wasn't exactly what he expected when he pushed a bush back to take a look around. He gives a small squawk of surprise at the sight as he tumbles backwards to his rear, crawling a bit back from the bush.

When his natural cowardice sense of self-preservation subsides, he just looks at in wonder for a minute.]

What are you doing?

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

[Aisling herself isn't too pleased with being discovered. She prides herself on being able to hide and keep silent.]

Me? What are you doing, looking around in bushes like that?

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[Somebody's going to be giving Pokey a sort of 'what the hell are you doing' stare from the other end of the bookshelf. Figures, the one day Engie decides to go look for a book somebody's tearing the place up.]]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...What? You want something?

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

Jus' wonderin' if you could use a hand there.

[[He's a smidge irritated by the whole ripping through the library thing, but Engie figures if he could rush this along, maybe the damage could be minimized. Dude likes his libraries intact, yo.]]

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran can be found in the park, taking down some daily observations of the behavior of the tractor-cows]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And this is, oddly enough, the first time Pokey has managed to run into the tractor cows.]

....The hell are those?

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran glances over and replies very matter-of-factly]

During the week this city changed to a more communist design, I was tasked with improving the cattle~ For lack of better methods, I commandeered the tractor factory and turned them into tractor cow cyborgs~ It seems they came with us when the town reverted to "normal".

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Mieu's kinda watching him as he chalks up the street, having doing a lot of exploring and ending up on some street or another. While the Cheagle can read, he can't see up high enough for the street names on their respective poles. He'll just be trying to sneak one of those chalk sticks away from Pokey, he wants to draw too! ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey is quick on the catch when it comes to protecting his own things. Or to just keep others from getting anything in general, and he tries to grab out for Mieu, though he'd take shooing it away as an appropriate compromise.]

Get outta here, you little...little...

[And now he's just staring.]

[imathing.livejournal.com]

[ Grabbing works, because he's not particularly fast without the Sorcerer's Ring's flying ability. ]

M-mieu! Mieuu! Mi mieu mieu mieu- [ M-mieu! I'm sorry! I just wanted to draw a bit- ]

[ He remembers that most people can't understand him and slumps a bit, watching the boy back. ]

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[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Well, Thorkell was trying to make sense of the vendors in this town and just so happened to wander into the Hardware store, managing to thwack his forehead on the doorway in the process. It's not that fun being around eight feet tall, I tell you what.]

Ohh... They need to fix these damned doors...

[He regards Pokey and the clerk with a bit of curiosity, but otherwise he's just staring at some of the power saws on display. Then the chainsaws. What. What is this fuckery. Something is rotten in the State of Denmark.]</sub>

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey whirls around at the sound of someone else coming in the door. If he couldn't get the clerk to sell him something, he'd damn sure try and hurt any other business he could do.]

Hey mister! You'd better get outta here cause this guy is-

Whoa.

You are one big man....

[ponypuncher.livejournal.com]

If I had a pound of silver for every time I heard that.

What's gonna happen to this guy? Hmm? _{[Poking at one of the boxes. Why is it so squishy--Oh hey, there's an axe. It's not his, but he's picking it up anyways.]}

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Seeing as she’s going to be trapped here a while, Tak figures she ought to catch up on human history and whatnot. What she finds are books detailing ‘100 Ways to Cook Pot Roast’ and you making a complete mess of the library.

Whatever you’re trying to find, Tak finds your determination suspicious

Brb stalking you]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[While it wouldn't be obvious to a lot of people, Pokey's trained himself to try and be as aware of where he is as possible. Complimenting this is his obscene paranoia, where he's convinced there has to be someone out there trying to kill him.

For the moment, he keeps going on tossing books this way and that casually, before spinning towards where he thinks you are and tossing the book as hard as he can.

Heads up, Tak. Here comes Fantastic New Ways to Shave at ya.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[An invader’s best talent is being sneaky. And she is the best invader that ever INCOMING BOOK

FWAP!

She stands rigid as the book slides off her face, revealing the ugliest scowl. She grabs the nearest hardcover (How to Make Your Own Kitchen Sponge) and hurls it back]