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]

Not much, Minchi.

[That's right. Minchi. It's been a while since he's called you that, which is odd considering he knows how much you hate it. He'll just gloss over the fact that you were droned again, about how he may or may not have attempted to kill you, and instead turns his attention to Josephine.]

Get something back?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Nope. Uh-uh. Nada. Nothing is getting under his skin today. In fact, his smirk just widens.]

Sure did.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

There's mud on your face.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And Pokey will just hurriedly wipe his face down. Okay, that annoyed him a bit, but it's still good. Everything'll be fine.]

So pretty cool huh? Been awhile since I've had Josephine's teleporter back.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Still grinning, he seems to be sizing up you and your machine.]

Think you're as fast as me?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Think it? Naw.

I know it.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Wanna race?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Sure. Where we racing too?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

My address, front yard. On the count of three...

[He'll wait for you to return to the mech's cockpit, then he'll raise three fingers.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[And he'll do it. Pokey has half a mind to just press the button and start teleporting before the countdown really gets under way.

Aw hell, he has more than half a mind. He's doing it anyway.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He's still on two when he realizes what you did there and he isn't very surprised. Curious to see how the mech looks when it vanishes, Slugger stands by watching.

When you arrive at the chosen location, he will not be there to meet you for another few seconds... Relish your victory?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh, you bet he will.

Pokey will just be clambering back on to his mech after teleporting, laughing yet again. That's right you suck compared to Josephine, Slugger.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger arrives soon after with a notebook in hand---he made a quick stop by his room to pick it up---and manifests perched atop the elbow of one of Josephine's claws.]

Cheater.

[Not that he seriously cares. It isn't like he wouldn't have done the same if he were you.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Best way to win.

[He lets his smirk fall a bit, not so much out of irritation as much to get into business. As much as he'd like to taunt you about his belief on how well you could actually write, this might be business you got there.

He just tips his head up a bit, still looking.]

What's in the notebook?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

From the meeting...

[He tosses you the booklet frisbee-style. Inside is his account of the most recent Legion meeting, including the incident with the Major. Aside from the occasional stray Japanese character, his handwriting is legible.]

KND also held one.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he actually manages to catch it and flips through it. He'll read it in more depth later.]

Heard about the KND one from Dawn. Doesn't look like we got much done at the newest Legion meeting, though.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It's true. There was not much to document this time due to lack of attendees. The most interesting thing he got out of it was what Solaris had said about Barbie and the bears, which you'll probably find easily enough.]

No. But I found out who 'Mr. Pierre' is... Billy Smith.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He pauses at that. Pokey doesn't disbelieve it, but...]

How'd you find that out? It makes sense, since the note I found implied he was pretty unliked so it makes sense he would've been one of the traitors to head back to Mayfield. Someone else told you, or did you find out personally somehow?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Lucy told me.

[...He'll allow you a moment to let that sink in.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[You can see the rise coming for a moment, his face falling slack-jawed at that. What? What did you just say to him?

Of course, letting you see him surprised like that isn't acceptable. So he tries to put a poker face back on as quickly as possible.]

Huh. When'd she tell you? Was it before they did the whole "April Fool's" bullcrap? Cause I heard she was talking to people the day before.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It was. She said Mr. Pierre is her brother.

[His shoulders rise in a shrug, looking every bit as nonchalant as you seem to be trying.]

But she could've been lying.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

She could be. They could've been lying about everything they said, especially after the April Fool's bit.

Which means some of its true and some isn't.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Right.

[There's no telling in Mayfield where the lies end and the truth begins, but there is one thing of which he's fairly certain. Slugger's voice is often low by nature but it becomes particularly quiet with what he says next...]

I think she knows everything. About each of us.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey reaches to scratch the top of his shoulder, the only real indication of discomfort he'll give that. Quite honestly though? He's used to people knowing things about him they shouldn't by this point.]

...I'm not surprised. If she honestly is the one who brought us here, it makes sense. The more she knows, the easier it'd be to bring us here.

[He pauses, hesitantly, before adding.]

Or replicate us.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[A long, silent stare.]

...Replicate?

[Keeping talking.]