52 - Phone/Action
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ceasetoexist[Phone]
So, y'know? A bunch of people are babbling about yet another stupid dance, but forgetting what's most important about this month.
Halloween. The single best holiday ever.
Which leads me to ask: does anyone actually have anything planned for it? Last year's kinda sucked, but maybe we'll get lucky and crap won't go insane this year. So let's do some kind of widespread party, or make a haunted house or something. It's the one time of year actually worth anything, so hey! Let's do something, you nerds.
[[It's odd. For once, he actually sounds excited about something.]
[Halloween is a remarkably big thing for Pokey. In a lot of ways, it's one arguably one of the few things that goes in his list of "things that make me happy". And so, even though he has until the end of the month, he clearly needs to prepare for it now. Especially after how everything went to hell in October last year, getting ready early couldn't hurt. So Pokey can be found around town doing a few things today.]
A. The Comic Shop
[One of the most important things about Halloween, of course, is getting a decent costume. And as hokey as some comics can be? Sometimes they have some pretty cool looking villains. So at least those could give him some ideas. While reading through one, he gives a small snort.]
Lame.
[And throws the comic to the ground. There's quite a pile of them now, just littering the area as he tries to find something decent.]
B. Screwing Around on the Lawn of 502 Ricardo Street
[Halloween also means there needs to be Halloween decorations. Considering he hasn't found too many to his own liking at the stores, however, Pokey has taken it upon himself to make his own. So the yard is currently littered with cardboard and spray paint as Pokey tries to make his own ghoulish displays of festering zombies, vampires, and other monsters. To say Pokey isn't artistically inclined would be generous, but hey. He seems to be enjoying trying at least.
Occasionally, he takes a break to sit beside a large tarp. Underneath it is the remains of Josephine, slowly starting to come back together as the boy and those he's asked for assistance have helped him with it since the mechas destruction. He leans against it, slowly sitting beside it. It's odd. In a way, even if she still isn't complete again, the mech's presence is comforting. And he'd like to imagine that, even if he isn't working on her at the moment? His presence is in some odd way comforting to her, as if it could actually tell he was there.
And he picks up something he'd laid down at the spot, and works on it. Not a part of the mech, but something smaller. Still a device to work on, a simple one, meant just for practice and to entertain himself and, in a weird way, for nostalgia. It'd been awhile since he'd made one, and he felt like doing it just to see if he could remember it.
For anyone choosing to pass by at that moment, it looks like Pokey's making some kind of gun out of...well, a bottle of mustard. Not the most impressive thing, but it looks like it could actually function.]
C. The Drive-In Theater
[Pokey may be too young to use a car, but that's not exactly stopping him from getting into the drive-through either way and just sneaking to one of the unoccupied spots or, otherwise, leaning against one of the less attentive drones' cars. The movies still suck, as far as he's concerned, but at least their playing monster movies there which is better than the crap they play at the Atomic Cinema.
Oh. And just so you know?]
Hey! Hey stupid! Don't go in there!
[Yeah. Pokey's one of those people. So enjoy hearing some kid just shouting at the screen if you're there today.]
So, y'know? A bunch of people are babbling about yet another stupid dance, but forgetting what's most important about this month.
Halloween. The single best holiday ever.
Which leads me to ask: does anyone actually have anything planned for it? Last year's kinda sucked, but maybe we'll get lucky and crap won't go insane this year. So let's do some kind of widespread party, or make a haunted house or something. It's the one time of year actually worth anything, so hey! Let's do something, you nerds.
[[It's odd. For once, he actually sounds excited about something.]
[Halloween is a remarkably big thing for Pokey. In a lot of ways, it's one arguably one of the few things that goes in his list of "things that make me happy". And so, even though he has until the end of the month, he clearly needs to prepare for it now. Especially after how everything went to hell in October last year, getting ready early couldn't hurt. So Pokey can be found around town doing a few things today.]
A. The Comic Shop
[One of the most important things about Halloween, of course, is getting a decent costume. And as hokey as some comics can be? Sometimes they have some pretty cool looking villains. So at least those could give him some ideas. While reading through one, he gives a small snort.]
Lame.
[And throws the comic to the ground. There's quite a pile of them now, just littering the area as he tries to find something decent.]
B. Screwing Around on the Lawn of 502 Ricardo Street
[Halloween also means there needs to be Halloween decorations. Considering he hasn't found too many to his own liking at the stores, however, Pokey has taken it upon himself to make his own. So the yard is currently littered with cardboard and spray paint as Pokey tries to make his own ghoulish displays of festering zombies, vampires, and other monsters. To say Pokey isn't artistically inclined would be generous, but hey. He seems to be enjoying trying at least.
Occasionally, he takes a break to sit beside a large tarp. Underneath it is the remains of Josephine, slowly starting to come back together as the boy and those he's asked for assistance have helped him with it since the mechas destruction. He leans against it, slowly sitting beside it. It's odd. In a way, even if she still isn't complete again, the mech's presence is comforting. And he'd like to imagine that, even if he isn't working on her at the moment? His presence is in some odd way comforting to her, as if it could actually tell he was there.
And he picks up something he'd laid down at the spot, and works on it. Not a part of the mech, but something smaller. Still a device to work on, a simple one, meant just for practice and to entertain himself and, in a weird way, for nostalgia. It'd been awhile since he'd made one, and he felt like doing it just to see if he could remember it.
For anyone choosing to pass by at that moment, it looks like Pokey's making some kind of gun out of...well, a bottle of mustard. Not the most impressive thing, but it looks like it could actually function.]
C. The Drive-In Theater
[Pokey may be too young to use a car, but that's not exactly stopping him from getting into the drive-through either way and just sneaking to one of the unoccupied spots or, otherwise, leaning against one of the less attentive drones' cars. The movies still suck, as far as he's concerned, but at least their playing monster movies there which is better than the crap they play at the Atomic Cinema.
Oh. And just so you know?]
Hey! Hey stupid! Don't go in there!
[Yeah. Pokey's one of those people. So enjoy hearing some kid just shouting at the screen if you're there today.]
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Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 06:47 am (UTC)[Fassad also seems to have some fond memories about Halloween. His taste for western clothes and the Magypsies' occasionally dabbling in these human practices worked together for once during Halloween. With one hand on the phone and the other hand being used to stroke his mustache, Fassad considers all the possibilities that can come out of this.]
But whatever we do, we will not have zombies. My taste for them has run out like the bland bananas in this town.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 06:50 am (UTC)[Holy crap, what a shithole. Seriously, what'd he do to screw the world up so bad that there was no Halloween.]
...I think I'd agree with that. Kinda tired of zombies for the most part, myself.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 06:56 am (UTC)Many of the world's holidays vanished by its end. People...
[Has Lucas told him about the White Ship? Well, just to be on the safe side...]
... forgot about them. Many holidays get lost in time. It happens when they're uncelebrated. They die. But bah, it's still alive here.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 07:03 am (UTC)But jeez, even Halloween? That sucks. I mean it's-
[There's something there. Something else, and some other reason it's important to him. But he can't remember why. In the years he's been time-traveling, he's gotten to the point where the importance of some details can escape him.
There's something else. But he just doesn't know.]
it's Halloween! What a lame friggin' world.
Yeah. It is. Hopefully it'll be a decent one this time.
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 07:13 am (UTC)This, I can guarantee. So, you want a big party... No, not just a party, a festival. First thing's first, costumes. The signature ingredients to any good Halloween are the costumes. How many people dress up? Everybody?
Phone
Date: 2011-10-09 07:18 am (UTC)Hey. Hey I like the sound of that!
Well, yeah! Anyone who actually wants to participate has to dress up.
Action A - Comic Shop
Date: 2011-10-09 09:57 am (UTC)[He doesn't look happy about the comics either. Why did he agree to check them out? They just tell lies about him.]
[phone]
Date: 2011-10-09 03:57 pm (UTC)But I don't have any plans yet. A haunted house sounds really sweet, I know I'd be up for workin' on one if others would too.
B
Date: 2011-10-09 05:33 pm (UTC)Is that for the K.N.D.?
Action A - Comic Shop
Date: 2011-10-09 06:01 pm (UTC)[And, true to form? He's read through some Superman comics, but he's yet to recognize you yet, Clark.]
[phone]
Date: 2011-10-09 06:02 pm (UTC)B
Date: 2011-10-09 06:04 pm (UTC)Yeah. It's called a M.U.S.K.E.T.
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 06:14 pm (UTC)[He's joking (hopefully).]
502 Ricardo
Date: 2011-10-09 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 06:42 pm (UTC)Naw, just mustard.
[But acid WOULD be cool]
502 Ricardo
Date: 2011-10-09 06:43 pm (UTC)He'll just go about working on his decorations.]
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 07:20 pm (UTC)So. Homecoming dance...
[This is all he says and already he's grinning like a jackal.]
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 07:32 pm (UTC)[Yeah, there's just a slow grin starting to grow on his face.]
Thinking we ought to get to what we planned last time?
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 07:48 pm (UTC)This time we kill the lights, no matter what.
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 07:58 pm (UTC)Sounds good to me. Wanna see if we can set the sprinkler off too?
no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-09 08:17 pm (UTC)We'll put a flame up to one of the fire detectors or set something on fire.
Simple.
[Phone]
Date: 2011-10-09 08:55 pm (UTC)