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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Works for me.

I'd be amazed if you saw giant teleporting spider mechs all the time.

[Aw dammit. He didn't mean to blurt that out.]

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Wait, that's all this was about?

Now I'm kind of disappointed. Mechanized arthropods are pretty last year dude, you need to step up your game.

[not really sure whether you're joking or being serious at this point tbh but oh well he'll roll with it...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Naw.

Worked for the last four hundred years, so I guess I'm old fashioned like that.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Alright gramps, you and your geriatribot can keep on doing whatever you've been doing.

When you feel like updating for the times lemme know.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Okay, now you're starting to piss him off Dave.]

Yeah? Well what do you have that's so friggin' great, huh?

[timetables.livejournal.com]

[who doesn't he piss off...]

I don't need anything to be great. That's kind of the point.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you're just comfortable with how unbelievably lame you are. Gotcha.

Guess that works for some people.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

You mean I don't rely on robo arachnids to make myself seem cool.

Yeah, that definitely makes me the lame one of us.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You don't seem to do anything but be a giant jerk. Which is cool, I guess, when it isn't aimed at me.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Sadly I have little control over where it goes, it just diffuses in all directions. It lacks any targeting or aim whatsoever.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well how about you go and choose someone else to force to be at ground zero when it goes off instead of me? Maybe I can't avoid it entirely, but hey, I can take the fallout better I guess.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Bombs don't get to pick where they're dropped, dude.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Eh, some do.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

But alright, point taken. I've got things to take care of anyway.

Which to say really nothing since there's nothing to do here, but whatever.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Smash something.

As long as its not too wide scale and you don't make too much of an obvious spectacle of yourself, you can probably get away with it.

[timetables.livejournal.com]

Alright, I'll look into random and senseless destruction as an avenue for relieving my boredom. Sounds like a totally sensible thing to do.