47 - Action

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, Pokey certainly hadn't been expecting to get anything in the mail today, especially since he hadn't gotten anything for the last event. So seeing the child-sized crate on his lawn took him slightly by surprise.

Which didn't stop him at all from opening it. And just staring, dully, at its contents.]

A. Action; Locked to 502 Ricardo Street

[Hey housemate(s?). Feel free to notice the fact that there's a child-sized, humanoid robot currently busy cleaning the kitchen. Exactly how much progress it's making is somewhat debatable, considering it's working on cleaning the dishes and has a 1-1 record on successfully cleaning a dish, and accidentally breaking on.]

B. On the front porch of 502 Ricardo Street

[Well, it's lunch time, and for most kids, that means sandwiches. So nothing odd to see here. It's just a blue-skinned boy and his robot, having some sandwiches.

Or, uh, the robot is. Pokey finished his and is currently staring at the bologna sandwich the robot seems to be eating. It isn't long before his hand goes for it, trying to take it away from the robot. The robot doesn't seem very eager to let him have it.]

Let go! You're a robot! You don't need it as much as I do!

C. Grocery Shopping

[If you're at the grocery today, feel free to notice the kid sitting in a shopping cart as it's being pushed by a robot. They can first be found just tearing around the parking lot, the kid standing up in the cart as the robot pushes it, laughing his ass off and demanding for the robot to go faster. Of course, this ends relatively quickly when the robot accidentally runs the cart into something, knocking Pokey back on his ass into the cart.

When they actually do go into the store, it doesn't go much better. Pokey's at least realized it's a good idea to be out of the cart by this point. Which was a smart move. Considering there's so much more to possibly ram into, the robot is having a harder time maneuvering the cart, and ends up ramming it into something, be it an aisle, or a display, or another cart, every few seconds. Pokey, of course, decides to help the robot the best way he knows how.]

Oh wow, amazing. Yeah. You can't even work a shopping cart right. I'm really glad I got you back.

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey shrugs. And smiles quite a bit.]

Yeah. I am. And, you know. Awesome.

Really, he hired me over my dad. My dad was kinda just riding what I was good at.

Having help and being associated with an alien army wasn't too bad, either.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He imagines that last thing probably helped quite a bit.]

Alien army...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh it did. It was fun as hell too.]

Yeah. The whole thing about betraying my planet and working with an alien overlord.

Ended up spilling it a few weeks ago.

[Yeah he's still bitter about that don't you dare bring up what else he spilled.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

I thought it was a monster. Was it both?

[You'd spilled a lot that week; it was almost overwhelming.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

They're pretty much the same thing. An alien is just a monster from space.

[That's his logic and he's sticking to it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger takes a seat on the step and grins.]

You look like a monster from space.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Better then looking like a monster that got ran over by a truck.

[Standing up from his seat now, grinning.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The grin turns into a smirk. Of course, he was expecting something along those lines.]

What are you going to do now?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[His smirk grows a little.]

Remember that vendetta I was talking about settling?

How does a day or two from now sound to you, in getting it done?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Malevolent excitement gleams in his eyes.]

The sooner the better.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh. It's in his too.]

Good.

Here's what we're going to do.

The guy's a moron. A serious moron. I told him we're part of an evil charity or some crap and we were setting up an area where we were just going to go and murder civilians. He bought it. Immediately. I even have a list of where he lives and his personal info.

Problem is he's a powerful moron. He can shoot bolts of lightning and crap. So I'm going to keep his attention, right? Keep him talking a bit. While he's doing that?

You sneak up behind him, knock his stupid butt unconscious. Just give him a few quick hits over the head, fast and hard as you can.

While he's unconscious we'll bind him so he can't move his arms and everything to cast, give him his warning about his bullcrap, then send him on his merry way.

To hell.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[To hell? He wonders briefly if there's any chance the Hell Girl is involved in this but he doubts it.]

You mean slaughter him brutally?

[Please say yes.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No. I mean we're taking him out for pizza.

Yes we're going to slaughter him brutally.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He nods his head with a big grin. Yeah, he's looking forward to this. Except, there's one thing you mentioned previously that might give them trouble.]

You've seen him shoot lightning? How did he do it?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Looks like it's mainly from his hands.

If we have to, we'll gag him too.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

If that's not enough, we break his jaw. And his hands.

[Or simply brain him until his head collapses.]

Remember, we can't make it too public. We could get droned.

[He'd rather that not happen considering you've already been droned for so long...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey snorts a little, still smirking.]

Yeah we could. Probably best if we did that with his hands at least. I'd kinda like to hear him babble some though. He's hysterical, in an idiot way.

[He nods a little, slowly.]

I know. I'll probably lead him into my house or something first. Give him some spiel about refreshments. We'll brain him there.

That doesn't work? We'll try and get him as far into the yard as we can before we do.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

But then he'll know where you live.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Crap.]

....That's true.

We could try the park like T-Kat and I did with you. He probably won't suspect it either. And I could teleport him to wherever we'll beat the crap out of him later with Josephine. If Kat and I managed to carry your body back to my house without anyone noticing or getting droned, there's an even smaller chance this time.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Or we could find his house, do it there.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Maybe.

I....kind of already told him we were doing it in an open forum.

But we may be lucky, and he may be stupid enough, that we can convince him we need to visit his house.

The problem with that could be if housemates get in the way.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger considers this.]

Either way, we'll just have to make sure no one sees. Maybe it'll be easier with Grady gone.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Probably. We can hope.

[He lets a short silence hang, before asking.]

How many people do you think are going to be stupid enough to try and go for it? The chief position, I mean.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

One that I know. Edward.

[He looks far less amused now and cups his chin in his palm.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey groans audibly at that. He isn't really surprised that Eddie is going to appear to go ahead with playing in to the town's hand.]

Awesome.




You know not to sign anything for him, right?