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

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

Pokey? Are you okay?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Crap. Craaaaap. He should've filtered it away from the kid. What does he do he do? Does he admit it was a joke to her? She might get angry at that? Does he keep the story running...?]

I-I think I'll be okay. I-I'm just scared..

[Go with the story it is.]

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

Scared of what? What's wrong?

[s-so worried...]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I-I think there's a monster in my house...I don't know how he got in but my-my brother went to beat it up.