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

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Strutting back to where he thinks his house is, figuring that in some kind of dreamscape afterlife it doesn't matter if he's barefoot and in pyjamas. Also, apparently Tybalt also died and got stuck here. He's still immeasurably pleased by this fact. It occurs to him that he was in a butchershop, which was unexpected, but brushes it off as maybe karmic afterlife employment.

Just when his good mood starts to slip away upon realizing he's probably in for that too - and it's less the karma that worries him than the employment part - he makes it to the front of the house and blinks, then pulls his shoulders sharply back with a flat expression.]</sub>

The hell....?

_{[He was almost certain this was the right house but the giant spider made out of metal and the beaming fat kid are making him pause before entering. He leans against a fence post and crosses his arms.]}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The greeting Pokey has for you has about the same cheeriness as yours, Mercutio. Pokey's snide smile falters and falls when he spots you, barely a step away from glaring.]

You want something?

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

_{[Not likely to be intimidated by a child, but still having no idea how Mayfield's not!family system works, Mercutio shrugs.]}

I think this is the house I woke up at this morning, but I certainly don't remember your charming face from earlier.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was probably asleep. In my room. And droned.

[He scoffs for, sitting cross legged on top of the mech.]

I'm kind of surprised they already brought in a new one. It usually takes them awhile.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

_{[Bliiiiiinks. And squints just slightly.]}

'Them'?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Them. They. They people who trapped us here.

They put us in families and expect us to pretend to act like them. Guess what? You're my new pretend dad. Lucky you.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

I... see.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yep. Welcome to Mayfield. It's a friggin' blast.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

Enchanting.

_{[He makes a face.]}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Sure is.

You got a name, mister?

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

Mercutio.

_{[Thinks about it, then offers his hand in case the kid wants to shake. There's no reason not to if they have to live together, though if anyone expects Mercutio to act like someone's parent they're mistaken.]}

Might as well know yours.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The kid doesn't take it, but he at least gets off the mech. Sorry, Mercutio, Pokey isn't one for handshakes with complete strangers. Or with anyone really.]

Pokey Minch.

How much has anyone told you about this place so far?

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

_{[He shrugs and folds his arms again.]}

Nil. Just got here.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah? You've at least seen some of the drones, right?

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Educated guess time! That has to refer to something that he has to have encountered, and even not knowing the word it makes the most sense that it'd be the people who seem not to notice there's something wrong.

Such as Pokey's "mother."]</sub>

You mean like the one I woke up with?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yep. Those are drones.

They used to be like us. We're expected to behave as a nice, polite family. If we step out of line too much doing that, the town drones us as punishment. Or, sometimes, the town will drone us for no reason as all. It can last up to a few hours to, well....being permanent.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's charming. I'm so fucked.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's not as bad as you think.

Well, okay, honestly it's probably worse. But you get used to it. And it's not like these jerks can keep us here forever.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

_[Flatly:]

I'm dead, actually.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Well sucks to be you then.

[ashotajackasany.livejournal.com]

I'd figured that, actually.

_{[He glances down at the unfamiliar pyjamas he'd woken up in and makes a facce, though recalling Tybalt it occurs to him that at the very least, he's not the only one who's dead and stuck there. If he has to be stuck with anyone, at least it's Tybalt.]}

Well, I'm going to go put on some ugly clothes.

Be seeing you.