In Which Pokey Gets To Work [Action]

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, that was an idiotic diversion he didn't have time for. Pokey hardly understood what possible point the Soviet event could have had aside from agitating the living hell out of him. It was a pointless excursion in suffering, and even he thought the reason people were being killed was more or less pointless. Of course, he still got off worse than all of those who even died; after all, he had to go back to school, an entirely pointless bit of drudgery for him. 

Now that they were back in Mayfield, it was time for him to start getting a lay of the land. Getting as much paper as he could of any type and a few pencils, he headed outside to begin his slow, but necessary work. He'd start around his own house and street, drawing and graphing the surrounding area. Mapping the terrain was going to be necessary if he wanted to form a full plan for battle or action.]

[OOC: Throughout the day, Pokey is going to be going from house to house and street to street mapping the area. Feel free to confront him about what he's doing or how he's invading your privacy as he messes around on your lawn, in your backyard, in the trees near your house as he tries to peer into the second story to get an idea of whose their, ect. While this will mainly affect Ricardo Street, feel free to bump into him anywhere since this'll be affecting the entire town.]

Comments

[never-any-doubt.livejournal.com]

[Spy allows Pokey to mess with his lawn all he likes; he watches the boy from his porch, nursing the bottle of vodka in an attempt to forget that his right leg is broken and his back is covered in burns and there's definitely still some shrapnel stuck in him.]

What are you doing, boy?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey doesn't even bother to look up at the Spy as he goes about his work.]

I'm making a map of the town in case there's ever any emergency or I need to plan something.

And I'm not just a "boy". I'm Pokey Minch. You'll be hearing my name a lot soon enough.

[He either doesn't notice Spy's injuries, or doesn't give a damn. It's hard to tell with him.]

OH JESUS THAT ICON

[never-any-doubt.livejournal.com]

Mm. Zhat is actually a decent idea.

[You'll have to forgive him, Pokey, he's very leery of children.]

I regret to inform you, however, zhat emergencies pop up here so often zhat having a map will soon become obsolete.

Here's one where he doesn't look entirely evil

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It should be.

[Oh, he's hardly bothered by it. Pokey's damn near leery of everyone.]

I disagree. During an emergency is exactly why I want a map. It can't change the very design of the town EVERY time.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Have a Kay, walking around town very slowly and tentatively, looking at everything and just taking it in like she's seeing it all for the first time.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really pay attention at first, just mapping. Really, the people aren't his major concern at the moment, as much as getting his map of the town done.

The people do become a bit more of a concern, however, when he ends up walking into them and knocking his stupid little ass to the ground.]

Hey! Watch where you're going, lady!

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Sorry! I should pay more attention...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He brushes himself off, indignant, at this quite rude distraction as he stands up.]

Yeah, you should. I could have lost all my work.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Offers her hand to help him up, looking at his work.]

"Mapping the town, right? That's the first thing I did when I got here, too."

[ringaroundrose.livejournal.com]

[Walking right up to him.]

What are you drawing?

1/2

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, not yet looking up. Slowly, he turns his head to look at you as he speaks.]

For pete's-it's a map of the town. Really, am I the only person who's had the idea to try mapping-

2/2

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's seen some strange friggin' crap in his life, but he's gotta admit: anthropomorphic talking pink hedgehog? That's a new one on him.

Yeah, he's just staring wordlessly, unsure if he should be running in fear or not at the moment.]

[ringaroundrose.livejournal.com]

[Used to the stares, but keeps talking anyway.]

They might have some maps in the school... But then, this is Mayfield, they might be tricky and stuff. Like showing paths to Westport that don't exist. So I guess you've got a good idea.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He blinks once or twice before harumphing a little, crossing his arms a bit.]

Of course it's a good idea, I always have-

[Of course, crossing his arms causes the maps to fall out of his arms, the boy making a small hissing sound to keep from cursing as he picks them back up.]

I always have good ideas! And we naturally can't trust the maps given to us by our captors. Of course they're going to lie to us.

...Westport?

[ringaroundrose.livejournal.com]

Well you don't have to get snippy about it...

[But helps pick up his materials, handing them back over.]

And yeah, Westport. They pretend like there's so much out there, but we're all stuck here.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[One of your local paperboys is out on the town, and he recognised what Pokey was up to, considering he did the same thing when he got here, months earlier.]

…hey. Need any help with that?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He startles a little at the statement, though he turns to the teen, looking quite haughty]

No. I know how to make maps. I've been doing it for awhile.

...Unless you know, like, secret areas around here no one else would know.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Mayfield doesn't have many secret areas. The residential area's pretty much uniform. Some people have made changes, though... the cosplay cafe, the pho restaurant, Jecht's mini-beach...

I've got a map myself, actually. I made one, and so did Mr. Mason before he... um, went home. I don't mind sharing copies, if you like. I figure it should be open knowledge to everyone who gets stuck here.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. The more references, the better. And he's already seen the mini-beach, so no point questioning on that.]

Sure mister. Wouldn't hurt. Just let me finish mine before I look through yours to compare to see what I might've missed.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Not a problem. It will give me time to make some extra copies.

And please, anything but "mister". My names' Calleo Crowe. Nice to meet you.

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

[Howdy, neighbor!

Have a gun (?) pointed at you!]

What're ya doin', boy?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he's totally ignoring you while he makes his map.]

Gee, I dunno, what do you think? I'm making a friggin' map, you-

....Is that a bottle of mustard?

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

... Uh, yeah. It's a M.U.S.K.E.T., of course it's mustard.

[She lowers it and tries to see what he's doing.]

Why're ya makin' a map? Why're ya makin' a map in my yard?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...A M.U.S.K.E.T. ....That's supposed to be a weapon?

[He lets her see what he's finished so far. He's actually pretty good at it.]

That's a stupid question. I'm trapped in a hostile environment. Knowing the lay of the land is pretty important.

[tsunbowmonkey86.livejournal.com]

Mustard Using Sidearm Kicks Enemy Tail. It works better than ya think it would.

I don't see why ya'd need one. Everythin' looks exactly the same.