40th Inning

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[So Grady things putting his so-called police force in stupid costumes and making them work out in the cold is gonna get Scout down? Not a chance! He refuses to give him the satisfaction of being miserable. Cold weather? Not a problem. This guy is from Boston. Demeaning costume? Whatever, it's Christmas! He knows, much like everyone else, that something horrible is bound to happen to the town on Christmas day. So he plans to have fun up until that point, and make sure all the kids in town do too.

Any visitors to Christmas village will see him there, and he'll be sure to talk to every non-drone kid who walks in.]

So whatcha want fer Christmas, kid? Naw, don't ask that Santa, I don't trust that guy. Tell ol' Santa Scout what ya want, awright?

[He'll also ask any adults who wander in:] Hey, anyone plannin' on havin' a Christmas party or somethin'? We really oughta!

Comments

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

I think it would be pretty cool to see my future like that! Huh. I guess it would be sucky if, like, people who died before then or somethin', though. How's yer future lookin'?

Yeah, ya never know. One 'a tha many things I hate about this place.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

You'd enjoy finding out that even ten years from now, you were still trapped here? [He shrugs, and shoves his hands into his pockets.] ... It was better than it could have been. Who knows how much that's changed, though.

I suppose there's little we can do but wait, isn't there?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Okay, well, maybe not. But I don't think I'd believe it. No way Mayfield'd keep anyone THAT long. Right?

Guess so. I hate that. I just want it ta blow over already. Maybe we can have an awesome New Year's party 'r somethin' then.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

We don't exactly know how long some of the drones have been here... do we?

[He just gives him a look.] Please stop tempting fate. The town is going to overhear you, and do something horrible, out of spite.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Naw, we don't. People get moved around all the time, come back, leave again... hard ta keep track, really.

Damn, yer right. My lips 'r sealed.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Yes. Incredibly hard.

[He just shakes his head - they're doomed.]