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

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[Calmly taking it.]

Mindy is alive and well. I have no reason to lie to you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

And how do I know that....

[Not backing down. At all. The distrust and paranoia is just wafting off him.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

Since you can't seem to see her, I shall prove it.

I will go to Mindy, and have her write on my hand. Then I will return to you with the mark, proving she is well, you just are not able to see her.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Fine. Do it.

[Glower glower.]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[off she goes into Mindy's room... she makes an odd inquiry, and suddenly a pen lifts up by itself, and doodles on Saki's hand. She then returns to him.]

Ta-da.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....

How do I know you weren't a psychic, and did that telekinetically?

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

My powers don't go so far.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....You're lying.

[Man, he sure is accommodating, huh?]

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

[It takes a more than that to piss her off.]

Since you are a friend of Mindy, hasn't she told you about me, Saki Hanajima, her sister in Mayfield?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I know she has a sister here, but being a relative here don't mean much. Far as I know, you could secretly be an axe murderer or something.

[couldbeeeepthem.livejournal.com]

How am I supposed to prove otherwise?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I-

You-

SHUT UP!

[This is going nowhere. However this witch is, she's totally unhelpful, and he has bigger business to get to. He knows who's actually responsible for this.

So he'll start stomping downstairs and out the house.]