31st Inning

[freakinblur]

[Scout can be seen leaving the post office bleeding profusly from the left side of his head, holding his hand to it to try and slow it down. He looks extremely pissed off and he's marching off towards his house to get on the phone.

He would have been marching off towards *Sideswipe's* house, but he realizes he doesn't know where he lives. So he's spared a punch to the nose. For now.

Fail!Filter to Sideswipe:]

I hope yer happy! I turned in my 5 tops ta get my bat and that bastard mail man took my fuckin' ear!

Jesus Christ... I'm gettin' really sick of havin' to die to fix this shit.

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[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

He was there when I signed fer the thing, then disappeared laughin'. So yeah, I guess it's him. Guessin' he's a new guy in town like the Milkman an' Grady an' the Mayor. Great. Another one now.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I see. Another collaborator, then.

Is there anything else that stood out to you about the post office? Aside from the obvious.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Other than it didn't exist until until all this stuff started? Not that I remember.

Hey, who'm I even talkin' to here?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

So there wasn't even a post office until just now? Fascinating.

Ah. My apologies. Edward Nigma. I'm a detective.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Not that I remember. I mean, not that we have any reason ta have one, ya know? Huh. I wonder if we can try 'n mail shit out now?

Detective huh? I shoulda guessed with all the questions. I'm Scout. BLU Team's Scout.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Delighted.

If you don't mind, Scout, I'd like to ask you a few more questions. In person.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Yeah, over the phones ain't always the best idea. I'm at 1451 Mitchell. I'll be here patchin' my head back together anyway.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Understood. It may take some time, but I'll be there soon as I can.

[Edward manages to find his way over without getting lost, and knocks at your front door.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout will answer the door, head hastily bandaged (how do you even bandage an ear, he wonders), still covered in blood. Just another day for this BLU Team member.

Other than that, and looking a bit pale, he seems to be holding up alright.]


Hey. I'm guessin' yer Ed? Come on in.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward nods, tipping his hat and entering Scout's humble abode.]

Thank you. I can imagine that there's plenty you'd much rather do right now than answer questions.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Besides a shower an' sleep, an' then wringin' the neck 'a the mail man? Whatever, pally. I'm used to this nonsense. So whatcha wanna know?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

I've heard that there's a certain amount of controversy surrounding the mayor of this town. I've also heard to watch out for the milkman and an Officer Grady. With this mailman seemingly joining their circle, I was wondering if there was anything you could tell me about these other three major players?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well, the Mayor I never had the pleasure 'a meetin'. The Milkman though... first off? Don't drink the milk he delivers. Also, there was time where this other town opened up, called Westport. The whole place was pretty much destroyed. Some of us who went over there ended up gettin' stuck there. There was these guys in hazmat suits, right? But they were sprayin' poison gas, an' ya got chemical burns if ya touched 'em. They pretty much killed everyone off, except the Milkman. He was fine 'n' dandy. An he was leavin' food out, that was poisoned. Not that I tried any.

As far as Grady, that guy is on tricky son of a bitch. He can drone ya without so much as battin' an eye, he can teleport, he can take away yer stuff. I hear if ya manage ta get a hit on him, he gets back up pretty quick. Cheatin' bastard.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward's certainly a bit intimidated after hearing just how powerful the Milkman and Officer Grady are. But he doesn't let it show.]

How long ago did the Westport incident occur?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[The thinks for a moment.] Geez, feels like forever. But I guess it's like 3 months 'r so ago now. They kept showin' us TV reports about how great it was over there, an' the road opened up fer about a day before disappearin'. But the whole place was just toasted. Looked like a damn war zone. It was crazy. Ya couldn't contact the people back here either. They were gettin' news reports of us all havin' a good time over there. Just Mayfield's usual sick sense 'a humor.