50th Inning - 100% drone - backdated to the 4th

[freakinblur]

Scout is out on his lawn.

He is watering it with a hose.

He is wearing a golf shirt and shorts.

If this isn't true horror, I don't know what is.

He gives least he gives you a friendly wave when you go by!

"Hey there! All ready for the fireworks tonight?"

[[OOC - tags will be slow for the next few days]]

Comments

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Just

staring]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Hey there, Kay! Enjoying the holiday?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Uh... yeah, I guess so.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

You don't sound like it. Once everything gets going, I'm sure you'll have fun! The neighborhood's really shaping up.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

So, uh, what happened to that blue shirt you usually like to wear?

[ryougi]

[Oh god she left the house early to try and avoid this, why is she returning to this instead. Maybe she can just. Uh. Quietly sneak into the house from the back or something...]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout has been droned all of once in his whole time in Mayfield, and it was about a year and a half ago. The lack of accent and sudden wearing of pastel colors would be pretty jarring to anyone, really.

He manages to see her sneaking in though, and tries to have her over.]

Hey honey! Still working on the picnic food for tonight?

[ryougi]

[As much as she just wants to tell him NO GO AWAY it'd probably be easier to play along so she could get back in...]

Er, yeah. It'll be ready soon enough.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Great! I'm sure the girls will help if you need it.

[ryougi]

Uh, yeah, I guess so. [Has he been completely droned or is there still something in him... hm.] Does anything feel weird about today to you?

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Awww HIS LITTLE GIRL.]

Hey sweetheart! Have you been helping mom with the picnic stuff yet?

[hatescats.livejournal.com]

No.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[ERK.]

Ow! H-Hey, honey, what was that for?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[Walking along the street oh why do you live so close to him

and

well

he's gonna continue walking, because he's not even sure what to think anymore. Definitely no son of his, no siree]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[SUP POPS A friendly wave to you, neighbor! enjoy having this image burned into your brain.]

Hey hey! How's it going?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[He wants to ignore him, really, but it's such a lovely day in Mayfield, not to mention Independence Day, and why ignore such a friendly neighbor?]

It's been real swell, how about-- [Spy clicks his mouth shut before he finishes that sentence.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Haha, sure is! Perfect weather, lawn's looking good, we're gonna have some fantastic food. Stop by tonight, okay?

Late tag is late, but I had to.

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

[Ema, being 100% droned as well, doesn't recognize the horror for what it is.]

Can't wait for them! Are you and your family going to go see them?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

You bet! The little lady is working on quite a spread for the picnic, so be sure to stop on by before!

[glowing-science.livejournal.com]

Sounds like fun! I'll be sure to come and try some of the food--if you promise to do the same with all the food I'm making.

0% droned

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Rolling down the street with his wheelbarrow full of pies ready to splat them in the face of people under Mayfield's spell. This kid looks a bit abnormal compared to the usual, but Bugs is going to try a fool-proof litmus test first.)

I dunno, bub. Da Yankees are playing tanight and I never miss a game.

(If he doesn't get the usual response, it'll be pie time.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Well, being that, in this state, Bugs just sounds like a dog to Scout, he reacts accordingly.]

Hey there little guy. What house do you belong to?

[shoulda-toined.livejournal.com]

(Stage whisper aside:)

I'd say "little Timmy fell down a well" heyah, but a one-poisson punchline ain't funny.

(Scoot gets a facefull of pie instead. SPLAT.)

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He's stunned for a moment. He's torn between flipping out in a usual Scout fashion and maintaining his composure. But why would he flip out? He doesn't have a bad temper... right?]

H-Hey!! What the...