Get a Turkey, Be a Prick (Forward Dated to around 10-11 Pm tonight)

[ceasetoexist]

Voice
[After most of the commotion over the turkeys die down, later this evening a call will be going out. And the kid sounds absolutely frantic and terrified.]

Someone help me! There's something in my house and I can't-I can't get rid of it! My brother, it's got-

[There's the sound of a scream, and then a chilc sobbing, Pokey trying to shout over it.]

Someone! Anyone! Please!

Action for 502 Ricardo
[Hey housemates, you can find Pokey sitting at the kitchen table, giant grin on his face as he occasionally prods the turkey.

Guess who got a screaming turkey? And loves it?]

[ooc: unfortunately, replies will be sow until late tonight.]

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Oooook. That was definitely Porky's voice. . . . That was also definitely not something Porky would say. And he's pretty sure Pokey's 'brother' wasn't around anymore. After a little while, Lucas sighs and tentatively responds.]

. . . Porky?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh boy, this'll be too frickin' rich. Well, if Lucas falls for it. Maybe he'll have to play the subdued route.]

I hate this....I hate this...I need help...help please...!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

What happened? Porky? . . . Are you alright?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sniffling now. Well, snifflinf to hide his laughter and keep from being found out.]

I...I don't know what it even is or-or how it got in...but it...it got the person whose supposed to be my brother and I don't know what's going on. I'm barricaded in the kitchen...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Are there knives in there? Get one. If not, grab a big fork.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I know, I got one, but I still-

[Another scream and sobbing, with Pokey screaming along with it. Hope you don't hear the amusement in his voice Lucas.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[ok well that sounded exactly like Mr. Nagi's scream.]

. . . . .

Then what you should do is find a place to hide. The closet.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. There's a closet in-

[He takes a sharp, sucking breath as a constant, scratching sound starts in the background. Like claws against a door or a knife against the kitchen table.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The sound of knives carving against kitchen tables claws isn't exactly something Lucas immediately recognizes, though it doesn't sound good, anyway.]

. . . Get in the closet, Porky.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Y-Yeah, I just need to-

[Suddenly, the scratching stops and is replaced with a loud thud, like something slamming against wood, like, you know, a hand against a table.]

Oh God it's trying to break the door down!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Are you inside yet?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I'm trying I'm trying I-

[Another loud thump this time like him kicking a door as hard as he can and a scream as there's the sounds of a struggle, the receiver skidding away. But there's sure a bunch of screaming and thudding around coming from one kid.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . .

[It's slightly odd how nothing of the creature can be heard at all through the entirety of this. Or that nothing of the creature aside from the same screaming turkey as Mr. Nagi has been heard. Lucas keeps quiet for some time, though his heart is beating a bit faster. There's nothing he can do even if this real.]

Um. Aim for the eyes, Porky.