Joy Unto You And A Merry Christmas Too

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey Mayfield, you ever seen a fat kid tear ass on foot through newly fallen snow? Well, todays your chance if you haven't before. You've got a few choices for how to interact with Pokey today.]

A. On His Way To 945 Beulah Street

[Hey 945 Beulah Street. You've got a visitor today, knocking rapidly, and obnoxiously on your door. You may want to answer it, because if Pokey decides you're taking too long for his tastes, he has absolutely no problem with trying to bash one of your windows in to try and get in. Feel free to catch him doing either.]

B. Phone

[When he speaks, his voice is lower then usual. Angrier too. And that last one's saying something.]

So did anyone get anything nice for Christmas? No, they didn't, did they?

And what did you idiots expect. Of course we didn't. The town decided to kick us while we're down again, just like we knew it would. Running out of creative steam, huh town? What's going to be your next friggin' trick, giving us each a monkey's paw and seeing how we screw ourselves.

I've had it. I've had it I've had it I've had it. So screw it.

She's right next door. I'm going to give her her comeuppance. Feel free to join me if you want.

C. Being an Absolute Dumbass

[If you're on Ricardo Street, feel free to notice Pokey standing on top of his mech, not across from his own house, but 501 Ricardo. The Smith House. And he's just shivering. But not from cold. He pauses for a moment before screaming.]

Hey! You little witch! I know you're in there, aren't you? I bet you're just laughing and laughing and laughing! Well, I'm tired of it. "

You've got a minute to come out before I blow your friggin' house up. Maybe it won't matter much, but it'll at least be an inconvenience. Who knows, maybe it'll be too much for even you to stop and I'll get lucky.

So how about you do us both a favor and get your scrawny little psychic witch butt out here before I...uuuuh....inconvenience you...

[Wow, this sounded a lot more threatening in his head.]

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...She couldn't, and wouldn't, hurt a fly.

You honestly don't know, do you?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Finally catching on?

[Here's what surprises him--]

How do you have a friend like that?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Piss off is how.

[And he'll be turning his back on you now.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Relief. Slugger had no idea how tense he was until just now. He presses onward through the snow, passing Josephine on his way toward "home".]

...If she's dead, she'll be alive tomorrow. Like always.

[Not that he gives a shit what your deal is. Learn to chill, Mr. Big Bad Genius. The more chill you are, the less you feel. It works that way for extremities, at least.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Not tense anymore huh? Good.

Here comes one of Josephine's legs swinging out at you. Specifically, to try and bat you down, Slugger.

If you had just said nothing at all, he would've let you go. Now you've pissed him off again.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, face in snow. Spitting it out, he gets up and scrambles away some distance before he turns to see if you've moved or not.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sure is. Josephine is right on that shit, trying to aim one of the tips of its legs to pin one of your legs to the ground. Pokey can guess by now you have some trick that lets you avoid material objects, or phase through it or something, at least when you expect it.

He's hoping that knocking you off balance did something in this case to keep you from immediately phasing. He's hoping that trying to pin you to the ground won't really keep you there, but at least injure your leg.

Though, to be fair? Josephine isn't really the fastest, or the most subtle machine. Dodging it wouldn't be some amazing feat, though its behaving a lot more aggressive then usual. Even more then the first time he got it back when you saw it, Slugger.

And Pokey isn't laughing this time either. He means business.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The plan is effective, especially with the snow being very slick underfoot and his lack of wearable shoes. Josephine manages to clip the side of his leg below the knee before he can escape. He'll come away with some deep scrapes and heavy bruising from that, thank you kindly. But right now, he's not quite feeling it in full just yet thanks to the cold and the adrenaline spike.

Problem though: he dropped his skate and rounds back toward you and the mech to retrieve it, which he does. This may involve reaching underneath Josephine. Attempt to trample?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Trample? No. In all honesty, Pokey actually doesn't feel like killing anyone aside from Lucy today.

He will, however, try to have one of the legs crush Slugger's skate before he can get to it, just out of spite.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That. Is when you piss him off. Before Josephine's talon can come down on the skate, it will be stopped. It'll stop because Slugger's hand is wrapped around it.

Impossible? It should be. And yet...

Head bowed, he pushes away the mech's leg and grabs the skate. There may have been a glint of red beneath his cap but it's gone now and so is he.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[....

The hell was that? ...Doesn't matter right now, since you're hopefully gone, but that? That's something he'll have to work on improving later Slugger. Cause that won't be happening again.]