Some Days are Better then Others - Phone/Action

[ceasetoexist]

[Action Locked to 502 Ricardo Street]

[Hey new not!family members, enjoy having the day start with some incomprehensible screaming coming from one of the kid's rooms before it finally stops, the kid stomping out of his room and slamming the door closed as he makes his way down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

Which he'll still cause a mess doing, despite the fact that he's just getting some cereal. He doesn't really care about cleanliness, at the moment, and he manages to spill quite a bit of cereal and milk on the counter due to his irritation before finally taking a seat at the table to eat.

Pokey for his part looks about as friendly as a rabid pitbull at the moment. Enjoy meeting your new not!son/brother, everyone.]

[Phone]

Oh man, there is just nothing that makes you feel better then getting friggin' droned. No really, wonderful! Especially since I didn't do anything this time other then...well, okay, I can think of some things, heh.

Anyway, did I actually manage to miss anything important while I was gone? Except, you know, you people deciding to have a dance for some reason, which is just a great reaction to everything we learned. Well, I guess it's kind of funny in a stupid way, but whatever. Dances are just stupid in general.

And, oh boy, we got crap back from the Post Office after everything that went wrong last month!

[And there's the sound of him opening his letter, voice going even more cheerfully mocking.]

Gee, I wonder if it'll actually give me something worthwhile this time, since it didn't last-

[A pause.]

Heh. Hehehehehehe.

You know something? Life can be pretty cool sometimes.

[Action]

[Hey, look out at your yard, or the street across from your house. See something? It'll look like something's shimmering for a minute. It's vague, and featureless, though after a few seconds it starts to gain more and more features. Until finally, it comes into view as a rather large spider mech appears there.

And then the cockpit'll open, Pokey gleefully, climbering out of it and on top of the mech.]

Ahahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It was about friggin' time I-WHOA!

[And that'd be Pokey managing to slip off the top of the mech and face-planting into the ground.]

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[You have his full attention throughout the proposition of your theory, but when you get to the last part, Slugger pointedly looks away. There is a reason for this though he isn't going to tell you. It's bad enough that Lucy already knows.

Instead, he'll focus on the Mayfield theory. While it does sound plausible, he isn't so sure.]

...I don't know. The town needs a power source to survive. Fuel. That's us.

[He recalls how earlier that day Susan had essentially placed herself and a classroom full of students in two separate locations at the same time.]

Maybe we aren't replicas, but duplicates...? It's possible to be in two places at once.

...

I think there really is a generator. Somewhere.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah, Pokey notices that but he doesn't say anything. He'll just let you hold on to that for now, even though he'd love to shame you. He'll just let you stew in it yourself for the moment, even if he'd love to know because hey it's not like your his friend or anything.]

Either is possible, and could work essentially the same way.

...I believe it. Fully. I know you can do something like what they claimed to do with the generator we saw.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger seems a little lost in his thoughts for a moment until he realizes what you've just said and looks up.]

...You mean a town powered by souls?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not specifically a town powered by souls, but I know that a soul can be made to increase in power and energy. The idea of harnessing it as a form of energy, then, isn't too out there.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He's looking very interested in you now, Pokey.]

So you've seen it done?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm four hundred years old. I've seen a lot of things.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

[At that, his smirk returns if only for a passing moment. Sure, you've admitted your "age" before but never quite so openly.

Slugger jumps down from the top of the mech's claw. When he turns to look up at you it's with a thoughtful look. He doesn't seem to encompass the same shadowy aura you might have noticed at Deadman's Gulch, and the dark circles are there under his eyes again.]

She said other things, too... That Mayfield's an accident. And she killed the people at Westport. [Or rather:] 'Put them down', she said...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...I knew she had been at Westport from another kid. Apparently, there was a drawing there that implied people worshipped her like a god there. I'm not surprised she's claiming responsibility for whatever destroyed Westport.

I'm expecting she didn't say anything to explain by what she meant as an "accident".

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

No... [Though she made it sound as though it wasn't hard to figure out. Again, it's hard to decide whether or not she was being sincere.]

She said she destroyed Westport because people stopped listening to her.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

All things considered about her? It makes sense.

[He tries to keep the irritation out of his voice. Recognizing how similar his own outlook at things are to his enemies isn't particularly making him a happy camper. But it might be better for realizing how they're going to think.]

...I can believe that too. If it is true, I wish we knew how long it took her to get to that point. Maybe she's learned to deal with people not listening to her better, considering she hasn't killed all of us.

...Or maybe she can't, and that's part of why Mayfield's an accident.