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☆MINGLE IN THE CITY
Who: NEWBIES FROM EVERYWHERE.
What: More rescuers and musicians have arrived. This is a non specific mingle log for whatever you want to do that is intro related!
When: March 9th, 2055
Where: Anywhere in Vista City!
Warnings: Could be anything, or possibly nothing.
You'll quickly notice that Vista City comes with multiple levels - the ground level, that actually touches the earth, and then a second level of streets and walkways that occurs halfway up the mountainous buildings. Cars streak down both sets of speedways, and the signs of life scatter every inch of the towers surrounding you. At the same time, though, a city of this magnitude leaves a lot of nooks and crannies left frequently unseen - something you'll definitely have to take advantage of. In the outer ring of the city the population is less dense than it gets towards the center, so at the least it gives you the opportunity to get your bearings.
You'll find that there is no shortage of people stalking around in the darkness, even as the sun sets and night totally takes hold. A lot of them are dressed pretty funny, too, and any insecurities you had about looking ridiculous can tentatively be put aside. The costumes you were left do allow you to blend in about as well as you could hope. You've been advised to avoid talking to locals as much as possible, at least until you've figured things out better. There is a notable absence of homeless people on the streets, which could mean any number of things.
RESCUERS WILL BE GIVEN THE FOLLOWING LOOT:
What: More rescuers and musicians have arrived. This is a non specific mingle log for whatever you want to do that is intro related!
When: March 9th, 2055
Where: Anywhere in Vista City!
Warnings: Could be anything, or possibly nothing.
☆VISTA CITY
You'll quickly notice that Vista City comes with multiple levels - the ground level, that actually touches the earth, and then a second level of streets and walkways that occurs halfway up the mountainous buildings. Cars streak down both sets of speedways, and the signs of life scatter every inch of the towers surrounding you. At the same time, though, a city of this magnitude leaves a lot of nooks and crannies left frequently unseen - something you'll definitely have to take advantage of. In the outer ring of the city the population is less dense than it gets towards the center, so at the least it gives you the opportunity to get your bearings.
You'll find that there is no shortage of people stalking around in the darkness, even as the sun sets and night totally takes hold. A lot of them are dressed pretty funny, too, and any insecurities you had about looking ridiculous can tentatively be put aside. The costumes you were left do allow you to blend in about as well as you could hope. You've been advised to avoid talking to locals as much as possible, at least until you've figured things out better. There is a notable absence of homeless people on the streets, which could mean any number of things.
RESCUERS WILL BE GIVEN THE FOLLOWING LOOT:
- ENGLISH LANGUAGE TRAINING: if your character doesn’t already speak English, they will be given some time with a crown like technological device that seems the be able to psychically teach people languages at a rapid pace. Whatever has been enabling communication so far won’t cover you once you enter the city, so it’s important that you’re prepared. How easily a person’s brain accepts this information will vary based on unseen neurological factors, and can range from perfect fluency to an uneasy second language. (On an OOC level, whether or not your character struggles with picking up English is completely up to you.) Most of this training will be done on the trip to Tera.
- THEIR DESIGNATED TOOLS: any items your character was designated on your application will be given to them now. They’ll have some degree of choice in what they get, but everything is limited in supply. There are manuals for everything, but how much you can be fucked to read them will vary. Also, some of them aren’t in English or anything else even remotely recognizable.
- COMMUNICATION DEVICES: Everybody will get a communicator, which are worn around the back of your ear and project a holographic field over your eyes when activated. The device itself must be manually switched on with your fingers, and from there on out your exact method of controlling it depends on the settings. Some of the more basic functions can be manipulated with “brain waves” (though nothing very complicated) and the rest is mostly voice or touch activated, though you can also set it up to be controlled with blinking and eye movement if you are a “pro”. Its functions include voice, voice-to-text, and a sort of janky manual text mode that you have to touch the screen to use. Video chat is not available, though it is capable of recording video from your POV to be shared manually after the fact. It can also share still images. Various channels can be set up and accessed, both private and public, much like a Teamspeak server is used in gaming.
- HOLO EMITTERS (LIMITED): The amount of these available are limited by “plot convenience.” Do you want your character to have to struggle with their alien appearance to get by constantly? Then imagine there wasn’t enough of them to go around and your character was unlikely or benevolent enough to not receive one. Would you rather they have access to one? Then you can have one. A holo emitter is capable of projecting a holographic image around your character and disguising their appearance, the complexity of which is entirely up to you. The major problems with it are that 1) it can’t conceal things that the hologram doesn’t actually touch – cow horns could be covered in a hologram to look like a hat, but it couldn’t make them look as if there is nothing there at all, and 2) the holograms have no mass, and so if anyone tries to touch them they’ll realize they are just light projections. Also, like most of the equipment, they only work for a few hours before running out of power.
- AMERICANA DISGUISES: Clothing, make up, the works – everything the average joe needs to pass themselves off as a resident of Vista City. Outfits are perhaps a bit more eccentric and flashy than you’re used to...or maybe a bit less, depending where you come from. Either way, it’s a specific look, and there should be enough here to accommodate new outfits for all the humanoids. If you’re a horse, you’re sort of on your own. What your character ends up with is up to you, though “space rave” is a good way to describe common aesthetics. There are also a lot of hooded coats, hats, and other articles that would be good for hiding inhuman characteristics.
- RATIONS: Enough food at water, tightly compact, to last everyone for a few days. It’s going to start to run out quickly, though, so the group is going to need some breadwinners sooner rather than later.
- FAKE IDS: Complete with each individual's image (or a human approximation) and a made up name. It's enough info to get a job with, they'll explain, if you can manage it. Avoid pushing the forgery's limits, though, if you can. Silver and Gold made them themselves so they expect they are excellent quality, but you can never be too careful.
OTA - Communicator - Is this thing on?
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Are you out in the woods still?
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Connie Maheswaran - ota
[There's a small clearing of a twelve year old throat.]
Hello. My name is Connie Maheswaran, and I need a little... assistance. You see, I brought with me an animal traveling companion.
...He's a lion. But right now he looks like a dog! So the whole exotic animal thing won't be a problem. What is a problem is that... we both kind of need a place to stay?
I promise I'll clean the house or whatever else you need help with!
En route to Vista
[For once, it seems like Lion is willing to work with someone this time around. It's a relief. Connie knows she doesn't have any Lion Lickers in her backpack, something she'll have to restock on when she gets some money.]
[For now, however, it's just a girl with a backpack, a large pink sword in its scabbard, and what appears to be a Caucasian dog that she's riding. Anyone who was on the ship with her should know by now that it's actually an enormous pink lion.]
[Connie is rubbing her chin thoughtfully.]
I hope we'll be alright taking care of ourselves for the mundane necessities... Lion, you're like a Gem, you only eat for fun, right?
[Lion just huffs.]
en route!
How lucky. I bet he never gains a pound.
[ the playful greeting is really doing nothing more than testing the waters. michiru still isn't entirely sure what her own footing in this new world is just yet. ]
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[Forgive the doubt in his voice, but lions eat guys like us.]
Is he...friendly?
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En route
Doesn't mean she's not still immensely freaked out by this... thing. Even if its a dog now, the last dog she met was her go-to expert on guns. And certainly didn't walk on all fours.]
Depends on how high wages and job availability are in this place.
[Shield your concerns in familiar topics.]
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locked to Lapis Lazuli
Straight ahead.
As it turns out, going straight from the forest leads you to the ocean, a fact that she learns after a lot of looking around and staring with wide eyes. It's not that she's never been to a big city before... But Vista is flashy, and tight, and everything is foreign to her. It's almost a relief to see the ocean again. That, at least, is familiar. The stretch of beach she finds herself along is empty as well, and Connie lets herself walk along it off of Lion. She's not really expecting anything...
Only for Lion to suddenly straighten up, eyes narrowing even on his hologram, and starts going right ahead. Connie nearly slips in the sand following after him.]
Wha- What's wrong, Lion?
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Communicator; voice
I'm hoping to find a place of my own in the city, but you and your lion would be welcome to stay with me if you'd like.
Does your, [ahem] dog do any impressive tricks?
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Doc Brown | ota
[Doc's been pacing the ship restlessly for the last few days, so it's likely no surprise that he was one of the first to push out. He stops to listen to instructions and equip himself with a communicator, but he wastes no time in setting off once that's done. How's a guy who looks that old moving that fast? He certainly can't be bothered with typing, so he introduces himself with the voice function. Good thing it's not too difficult to work out.
This is Emmett Brown. I'm a mechanic brought here to aid the rescue effort. I look forward to working with you all. Is there anything I should be especially aware of before reaching the city?
Once that's done, he looks around him. His impatience has put him ahead, but if anyone's walking beside him he certainly won't completely ignore them. That's inexcusably rude. He'll smile and wave.]
Have you heard from anyone in the city?
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[Doc, now named 'Willard Brandt', seems to be quite at home in Vista City. The bright colors he's wearing are oddly familiar to him, and though he's been convinced to tone it down to wearing a single timepiece, he's not about to let it go any time soon.
In fact, he's a little obsessed with synchronizing it. So whoever you are, it's likely there's a strange man with wild white hair approaching you with an important question.]
What time is it?
[Even after he gets an answer, he asks again. Odd.]
Re: Doc Brown | ota
Hmm? The time? [He takes a watch on a chain hooked to his belt from his pocket and pops it open.] Hmmm, it's about three-thirty. Need to be somewhere?
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Landing
[The relief drips off of Connie as she gives her answer from atop what looks like a Caucasian dog. She'd been pretty worried that she'd have to stick things out on her own.]
I wasn't sure where we would stay the night but... That's the most important thing settled. So now me and Lion can focus on the actual rescuing and all that.
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Landing
Glad to see that you've made it alright. I'm sure your skills will become useful fairly soon. I'd recommend you get in contact with a man named Sparks.
He plans on capturing a robot to dissect.
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Papyrus - OTA
[One obstacle Papyrus now faces, one that he never thought through on the ride here, is the puzzle of hiding his appearance. After all, why would it ever occur to him to hide his own magnificence? But others, more familiar with the dangers they face, assure him that it's necessary he be able to blend in. To seem, at least on casual glance, to be human.]
[And so he gets to work. The holo emitters are a good idea, and he certainly takes one of them. But apparently they only last a few hours, and he's a busy skeleton who doesn't sleep much at all. A few hours isn't nearly enough to cut it. Especially when they're only floating pictures! Clearly, he'll need more than that.]
[Between a couple layers of terrible space rave fashion, with goggles, hooded coat, and his own scarf wrapped a bit higher around his neck, he probably manages enough mass to appear human. Setting the holo emitter to show the same outfit, but with a pale human face (not quite as pale as bone, but close) should cover when he needs to talk to other people. Right?]
[Someone please help this skeleton, with his own questionable fashion sense, troubleshoot his disguise.]
Communicator, approaching Vista City
Attention, new friends! I, the Great Papyrus, have come to assist you!
You have no reason to feel uncertain of our success. Or unnerved by the sheer size of this city. And there's certainly no reason, at all, for any of you to feel afraid of our mysterious, and powerful, opponents! Not that I am here!!!
...
[Did that get a little awkward for a minute? He clears his throat.]
S-so, that I can soon encourage you all in-person... Could someone give me directions to somewhere, that I can get some privacy?
Communicator
Well, I feel better already.
[It's said with an audible smile - no sarcasm there.]
Name's J, an' I'll meet you at the door to my place. It's-
[Are those directions to J's apartment? Yes. Yes, they are.]
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Amethyst | OTA
Heeey! Is anyone out there? Pearl? Guess who!
To all you strangers, I'm Amethyst. I'm here to get Steven, Garnet, and Greg. If you're anywhere around a place called... [ She tilts her head to read the sign on the building. ] Brad's Diner then we should meet up.
I already found some extra rations. [ She stuffs her face with some fries from a to-go box but the background looks suspiciously like the dumpster next to the restaurant. ]
Walking around the city
[ Amethyst decides to take a stroll around the city blocks but instead of going out in a typical Vista disguise she transforms into a long haired white cat and winds her way between pedestrians legs. At one point she stops to stare through the window of a records store. ]
Walking around
Before Greg enters, the cat outside catches his attention. Hah, she almost looks like she's perusing herself. ]
You've got some good taste there, pal.
[ Greg chuckles, getting on one knee and holding out a hand, an invitation for petting. ]
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Communicator; voice
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Koushi Sugawara | OTA
Hello? Is this thing on? Oh, okay, hello my name is Sugawara Koushi, but you can all call me Suga. I'm here to save someone and do my best saving others. I can't wait to meet you all, but I'm not sure where to go. Is there a place where we all stay together? I would really appreciate it if someone could let me know where it is. I'll make sure to take good care of our home. I don't mind cooking either! Thanks so much for your help.
Checking out the city
[With his Vista disguise in place, the bright colors along with the goggles around his neck new to him, Suga set out to explore the city. He wanted to get an idea of this new place that looked very different than anywhere he's been before. He keeps his eyes open for the people and surroundings around him, taking note of buildings in case he gets lost. He stopped at a shopping window to look at the mannequin that seemed to have the same bright colors he had on.]
Re: Koushi Sugawara | OTA
[A friendly voice cuts in.]
Hi! I'm so glad more people are coming to help. We're not all staying together because we don't want to look suspicious and get caught, but I'm sure we can find you a small group to stay with!
It's...actually a little scary here, but we're all trying to stay smart about things and do our best.
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Oscar | OTA
Hello? This is Oscar, Oscar Riviere. I've joined your group to help with the efforts of saving the brainwashed. I don't have a home or a job right now, but I can assure you that I will find work soon and be good help around anyplace I live in.
This city is... rather strange, I may need assistance.
02 | around and about the city | in your garbage rose the rulers of the restless/do not test us
[They gave him his tools, his rations, his clothes (which are casual, but still dark colored and hooded) and an ID: Severin Dufour. Then they put him out on the street. He's mostly unassuming, hoodie low on his face as he explores the city. He know's there's no way he can walk the entire city and see all of what there is to see, but knowing his surroundings is important.
It's a strange place. People seem to be carefree in their manner, dress in garish costumes for clothes, and when you talk to some of the residents in this city, their words are almost... musical.
It's fascinating and also off-putting.]
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What do you make of all this?
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2!
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Kaioh Michiru | OTA
[ michiru's message is brief - not because she's bashful, but just because she has very little she needs to say. in a soft, businesslike tone: ]
Haruka, Usagi. Where will I find you?
02 | around the city
[ michiru spends a good deal of the first afternoon out and around the city - she's going to need to know it at least superficially if she wants to blend in, after all. getting a feel for the culture of the place is just as important as knowing the layout, however, which is why she occasionally strikes up brief, shallow conversation with whoever may be near.
if she recognizes you as a fellow rescuer from the journey here, her smile may be a little more sincere. otherwise, her tone remains casually amicable as she gestures to the window of whatever shop she's nearby. ]
There are too many options - I can't decide what to buy.
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I'm at work, it's a flower shop since our good friend Rose was so fond of them. Ah, 'Thistle Do Nicely: A Flower for Every Occasion' but I can come to you, if you want? [She still give Michiru the address and somehow she had a feeling that Haruka would be driving to her side anyways. Usagi wanted to see her so bad but she knew exactly how Haruka felt since she still ached for Mamoru.]
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[Demyx is out and about, shopping for clothes. Apparently one can't look like a ragamuffin when they have been signed to a label and he needs the threads that help his stage presence shine off stage.
With the parties and introductions settling down now that he's been inducted into the label, he finally has time to settle into things.
After clothes, he'll be at the music store, checking out new CDs to add to his collection.]
B
[At Pride headquarters, in the evening, Demyx can be found in one of the clubs, the beat drawing him in like a siren's song. He smiles and wanders up to the bar.]
I'll take a pina colada. [He decides it's going to be that kind of night, the kind of night where he has a little fun. They have their own place in the building, it's not like he has far to get home, after all.]
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[Or who she's walking into.]
Oh-! I'm sorry!
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SECRET OPTION C? lmk if i should change this!
You individual, you! :)
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B; let me know if this works!
Works just fine!
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Leonie Beaumort | OTA
[New mission, new rules. She wasn't leading the movement, that she had to get used to. She was just a soldier. One that's been stuck on a ship for far too long, frankly, and she's quick to stretch her legs and explore this strange world.
Her first response is to start fiddling with the laser gun. Grip feel about right. Lighter than she expected, but then again she had no idea how heavy "foton bullets" or "lasers" were supposed to be. Easy enough to compensate for.
Someone might want to stop her before she looks for target practice.]
Communicator | Voice
Hello. Leonie Beaumort speaking. I've made my way into Vista City. Looking for work or any place I'm needed to provide assistance, as well as a place to stay when my disguise is inoperable. I'll be calling myself [A small shuffling can be heard here.] Claire Lacombe in public from this point onward.
[Meticulous, professional, to the point. Hopefully someone will see that as someone worth aiding.]
Around the City
[Sweet Bird Jesus this place is nuts. Photographs have advanced to ludicrous degrees, phones are a thing, and there's a billion other overwhelming things on top of that. She's managed to keep her cool for a while, but there's a point where she just has to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and marvel at it all.]
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Astounding, isn't it, that we continually represent the progress of the future with neon lights and garish colors.
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Sarah Jane Smith | OTA
[Having witnessed the clothes of other planets and seen a lot of glam rock on Top of the Pops, Sarah has adapted to the fashions comfortably and glitteringly - she's dressed in something that's not too different from what they'd put her in on Nerva, if it had been designed by Marc Bolan. She's even plucked a huge bloom from a tree in the park, and is wearing it behind her ear.
As for the long scarf, she knows it's self-indulgent, and he'd moan at her for it while trying to pretend not to be entirely flattered, but she'd found it on a craft stall in the arty end of town and hadn't been able to resist. It surprises her how good it feels, to have a scarf following her movements - it's all she can do to resist skipping to see how it would respond. The sights and sounds and smells of an alien world, all this danger, all that purpose - how could anyone, ever, give this up?
Of course, that's when a man gliding by on a hovercar honks at her and yells 'great smile, baby' as he zips off, which spoils her mood immediately.]
Why don't you go and...
[But he's gone. No good. And she's just drawn attention to herself by shouting. If only she'd come out with some kind of plan, or greater than a snowball's chance in Helios...]
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H - H... Hello! My name is Sarah Jane Smith, of Earth. I have nowhere to live and no idea what's going on, or at least it feels that way. Journalists here do something called 'a blog' - does anyone know what that's supposed to be? It sounds to me like some kind of medical condition, like the mumps.
Anyway, I'm looking for the Doctor. He looked a bit like Harpo Marx when I knew him, but he can look like anything - and be anywhere, and I don't know what he's called. He might even be a she, come to think of it. I wish I had something to offer that wasn't just bad news...!
Look, how about you call me with the people you're looking for, and we can help each other out? I'm going to set myself up as a paparazzo and I definitely wouldn't mind it if someone came along to help me send the security guards the other way. Would a string and a fifty-pound note work?
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I'm here in pursuit of a Marty McFly. He's seventeen years old, fairly short, with disheveled brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's likely to have ended up as a guitarist in any band he's in, given his talent for the instrument.
And a 'blog', as far as I've been able to gather, is a bystander-log? Typed into a computer and instantaneously published, such as the tabloids that appear to run rampant. A serious journalist should at the minimum be able to find some work.
[Ah, live reporting from the trenches. Doc's settled into what might've once passed for a bookstore for this afternoon. He's furiously paging through dusty volumes in earch of any sort of clue as he whispers the communication.]
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Kairi - OTA - Sorry I'm late to the party
All she wanted to do was hole up somewhere quiet and calm down, but she couldn't. She wasn't going to let this, or anything, stop her from saving Sora. So she had to get used to this. Had to focus. Had to learn. So she'd go to the loudest places she could stand and just... wander around, trying to adjust to the tremendous noise and press of people.
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Would you care for a bit of company?
[Robin tilts her head, part of communicating the question. It also happens to give her an opportunity to make sure the girl can see the communicator hooked behind her ear. If this is an ally, she'll know what it means.]
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OTA!
[It takes Robin a few tries, but finally she manages to get the settings just right on her communicator. As a test, she leaves a message on the rescuers' private channel.]
Quite a task we've been given, no? I hope everyone can find their lost ones quickly. Out of curiosity, how do you feel about your given aliases? I must admit, mine will take a bit of getting used to. It seems almost more of a joke, but our dear benefactor seemed unconcerned. What do you think?
[Attached is an image- lined paper with several instances of a signed name, written with slightly different handwriting each time. A few of the signatures are circled. The name? Attila Priscilla Montclair.]
B- Disguised Around Town [Everyone]
[It was incredibly thoughtful of their benefactors to provide modern clothing, but Robin finds that most things either a) don't fit quite right or b) are generic to the point of boring. Just because there's a need to blend in doesn't mean you can't be fashionable doing it! So not long after making landfall, Robin makes her way to a nearby mall. She'd like to get a more comprehensive idea of the aesthetic involved, and see if she can't find a way to make it work for her a little better. She'll also get a "free consultation" at a makeup shop. How silly would it be to spend all this time ensuring her clothes blend in if she marks herself an outsider with her makeup? Feel free to join in or bump into her at any point.]
C- Checking out the scene [Everyone]
[She needs a place to stay, and she needs to find out who's who in the music business. So it is she can be found downtown, browsing through the classified section of a newspaper, a small pile of tabloids by her side, waiting to be perused. It sure would be nice if someone more familiar with the area were to show up and offer assistance, wouldn't it?]
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He smiles at her brightly.]
Hello there, you're not lost are you?
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Yes! Sorry about that!
np XD
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ACTION
[There's a shirtless cowboy-hat wearing idiot running like an idiot through town as restaurant owners chase him down yelling "EAT'N'RUN!"]
[Musician or not, old habits die hard, and fuck it, he's gotta make a name for himself doing something.]
[B is for Burninating:]
[Probably shouldn't be making a name for himself with various fires all over the city. Nope, definitely shouldn't.]
[But that's what he's doing.]
[Whistling innocently as a trashcan just happens to spontaneously combust after he may or may not have flicked a match into perfectly setting up. Pure coincidence, all circumstantial evidence, you can't prove shit on him.]
[And that pile of rotten food wasn't fit for even rats to nibble on, and the putrid slime? Clearly he is playing a vital role in the ecosystem of the city and cleaning it up a bit.]
[Totally.]
[C is for Casually Caking Cantankerous Carnival Crosswalks]
[You know what is a REALLY bad place for a narcoleptic fit?]
[The middle of a crosswalk in a crowded street.]
[It figures, he never falls asleep during concerts...
except that one time that he can't even remember well, or at all, and maybe the other times people didn't tell him about, but moving onor on the "jobs" he's "held" throughout thebrainwashedyears, but right in the middle of the street? Perfect time for a nap!][So there he is, shirtless, tattooed, sporting casual chains, and his typical orange cowboy hat...]
[And stiff as a board, asleep standing up with a snot bubble from snoring.]
[Someone save him.]
[Or try to run him over. Whichever.]
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[Sabo jogs toward the can and grabs the lid that is leaning against the side of the wall, cursing at the heat and tries to get it on the can and smother the flames]
Who keeps setting these damn things!
[that's the third one he's put out tonight.]
Shit!
[but then he spots that asshole walking away. And for some reason, he knows, like a gut instinct, that it's this dumbasses' fault.]
Hey, shithead! Knock it off!
[and he hurls the heated lid at the back of the asshole's head]
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lol I am so sorry for this
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