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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.]
[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.]
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Date: 2011-04-14 05:55 pm (UTC)They put us in families and expect us to pretend to act like them. Guess what? You're my new pretend dad. Lucky you.
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Date: 2011-04-15 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-15 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-15 02:40 am (UTC)[He makes a face.]
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Date: 2011-04-15 02:44 am (UTC)You got a name, mister?
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Date: 2011-04-15 02:57 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2011-04-15 03:00 am (UTC)Pokey Minch.
How much has anyone told you about this place so far?
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Date: 2011-04-15 03:02 am (UTC)Nil. Just got here.
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Date: 2011-04-15 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-15 03:20 am (UTC)Such as Pokey's "mother."]
You mean like the one I woke up with?
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Date: 2011-04-15 03:25 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-04-16 03:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-16 03:29 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-04-16 08:05 am (UTC)I'm dead, actually.
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Date: 2011-04-16 04:15 pm (UTC)Well sucks to be you then.
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Date: 2011-04-16 09:53 pm (UTC)[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.