39th Inning

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[Scout's been feeling pretty good lately! He loves the cold weather and snow, Christmas is coming... of course, from what he heard about Christmas here last year, they're in for some weird stuff ahead, but he wasn't worrying about it for now. He was going to enjoy it while it lasted! To hell with Mayfield!

On his way out the door this morning, he notices that the drone daughter has dropped yesterday's mail. He opens it, reads it, and.... stands there, perplexed. He has to read it several times. It doesn't make any sense. This CAN'T be real. The members of his house, and probably the neighbors of 1451 Mitchell too, are treated to one confused and angry Scout wake-up call.]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP?!?!

No way no way no freakin' way! This can't be for real! This is gotta be some kinda joke!

[Scout calls up his old job to make sure. The drone manager tells him that while they're sad to see him go, they're so proud of him! Such selflessness. They know he'll help keep the town safe.

He wants to punch the phone through the wall, but stops himself and manages to make a call to the town. He doesn't even know who to talk to about this.

Call filtered away from Mayor/Grady/drones/etc.:]

This is bull! Complete bullshit! Aw geez... man I shouldn't freakin' talk about it over tha phones, but-- LOOK! LISTEN UP! Someone... someone needs ta get their asses over ta my house like RIGHT FREAKIN' NOW, OKAY?

Did anyone else get a letter from Grady today? Tell me I ain't tha only one! No wait, DON'T. Maybe I am the only an' this is his idea of a sick goddamn joke.

[The phone is slammed down. You can call back if you want, but he's not talking about it over the phone lines. If you come by his house, the door is open and you can find him pacing about the kitchen, letter laying out on the table.]

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[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward just invites himself in, a somber look on his face.]

Riddle me this. What do a private investigator and a scout have in common?

[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a very similar-looking letter.]

Answer: A disappointing change in careers.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Freakin' tell me about it, pally. Man, you too, huh. I wonder how many 'a us he's nabbed fer this.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Who knows? ...if anything, I'd consider Grady an even worse enforcer of the law than the police I've worked with back home.

[He pauses, in deep thought.]

Still... This could provide us a useful opportunity.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

He ain't even a cop. He's a dumb overpowered hack is what he is.

I dunno. Ya think he's just gonna let us poke our noses inta everythin'? Even he ain't that dumb.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Oh, he won't. Not at first, anyway. But if we manage to prove ourselves as... capable officers, he could end up giving us a lot more leeway. And assuming the rest of this force he's evidently just hired isn't full of slack-jawed dullards, perhaps we could co-ordinate an investigation from within. Again, it would take time to actually find an opportunity to, but believe me. Every police force has their weak spots. I'm sure we could find something.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[You mean he's going to have to play nice?! What is this madness, Eddie. He groans at the though.]


Yeah, I guess... well so far, it's me, you, 'n' Prussia. Dunno 'bout anyone else yet.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh, but Edward's good at playing nice. He's been doing it for ages, after all.]

I don't believe I'm familiar with this "Prussia" fellow.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well yer gonna meet 'em soon enough. He's a good guy I guess, one 'a them countries, ya know?