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[Action 1: For 1451 Mitchell

When the ladies of the household wake up - that is, everyone who isn't Scout - will awake to a spotless house, a mowed lawn, a clean car and a breakfast that's started on just in time for the family to join. One might ask how Scout could get all these chores done so quickly, but his energy knows no bounds. Sure, his not!family knows this by now, but Scout is rather adept at avoiding all chores like the plague every other day of the year. Something is up, ladies.

Have I mentioned Scout has no idea how to cook? Because he doesn't. That doesn't mean he's not going to try.]

Siddown, ladies, I got it covered today!

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[Action 2: For the rest of Mayfield's ladies

That energy just doesn't stop there. Are you of the female persuasion? Are you in need of help in any way? Maybe you need help carrying groceries. Maybe your cat's caught in a tree. Maybe you just look like you have a nasty headache and could use a back massage! Whatever it is, Scout is on the case. Just come up with a scenario and Scout has no choice to be right there for you.]

[Valentine's Day? Not a problem. Sure, getting your head screwed with is never fun, but it could have been a lot worse. Plus Scout should have totally realized that those memories were fake. Arshes Nei, a RED lady demo? Pa-lease. What a crazy concept. They're not called demo*women* after all.

Well, whatever. He got free dinner out of it, and that was pretty cool. At least it wasn't like last year where that mind-altering candy made him want to put the moves on the RED Pyro. Ew. Ewewewewew.

But today, another package arrives for Scout. He'd be suspicious - V-Day was hardly the first time Mayfield sent back wonky items - but this one comes in a tall, thin crate that's glowing. It's covered in various warning stickers from TF Industries like "FIRE HAZARD" and "WARNING: SHARP EDGES."

Well hey, that sounds pretty good.

Scout tears the crate open to find one bad-ass baseball bat alternative. He swings it around, grinning.]

What in God's name is this thing? Did it come from hell 'r somethin'? HEY, AI! C'MERE!

[Later, Mayfield will find him running about town or in the park, practicing with it. And occasionally accidentally lighting things ablaze with it. Whoops. Feel free to talk to him in either place, or when he's back on his porch!]

[[This post is backdated to January 24, after the events of this log!]]

[See Scout. See Scout run. Run Scout, run! Anyone passing him by this morning is free to try and stop/talk to him, but he's in a rather foul mood.

Scout's destinations are the doors of 726 Anderson and 1492 Kramden. The former to "talk" with Eddie, the latter to check on Ema. Knock knock!]

[[Household/family members are free to threadjack, we can dot a posting order!]]

[Phone:]

So, this whole ballot thing? Talk about a load. Personally? I ain't doin' it. But I gotta sinkin' feelin' that we're all screwed whether ya vote either way, 'r not at all. That's what Mayfield does, man!

[Action:

So now that whole Christmas debacle was over, it was time for things to proceed as normal. As normal as Scout walking down the street with a small, hyper beagle puppy on a leash seems normal. Now that everyone's done getting tortured for the holidays, Scout's picked up his Christmas present for Ai at the pet store. He's trying to keep it in line, but it's not like he can't keep up with it. It just wants to get into everyone's business. ~~Also maybe it will entice cute girls to come over to say hello to them, so hopes Scout!~~ Better look out for that puppy running about your feet, or these two speeding down the sidewalk, Scout laughing all the while.

Eventually he makes it to his home on Mitchell Road.]

Hey Ai! C'mere! I gotcha somethin'!

[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!

[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.]

[Upon seeing the turkeys on the doormat, Scout has one simple reaction: he grabs an extra table cloth and covers up the whole setting. He's been here too long for this shit, Mayfield. Thanks.

To the lovely ladies of the household:]

Touch those things an' I'll break yer fingers, so help me God.

[Scout's spent too long cooped up or being hunted down by hazmats recently. Now it was finally Halloween, and it was time for fun!

So he's out roaming the neighborhood trying to jump put and scare kids. He's surprisingly good at it. Better look out, as he's about to get you! His Halloween costume, by the way, is the Milkman. The drones don't get it, but he's certainly thinks it's pretty damned appropriate.

He'll be trolling for candy too. No, he doesn't care that he's 21 years old. You're never too old for candy, right? Oh yeah, he just TPed that tree in your yard too. Or covered your car in shaving cream. Any number of juvenile pranks are coming at you!

Also, there will be a ring on Taiwan's doorbell. A package of Halloween cookies will be left there, with a note attached saying they're to her, from Scout. He promised her something nice for her birthday, but Mayfield sort of stomped all over any chance for fun last week.

Happy Halloween, Mayfield!]

[Scout's still out on the town. He's not afraid of the hazmats. Scout's doing what a Scout does. He's keeping an eye on everything. He's moving fast, never stopping for long. He's sticking strictly to the roofs and trees. He's got his shotgun in his hands the whole time. He's been doing this for days now, ever since the hazmats first showed up, stopping at home only to make sure his own house and its residents were still okay.

He watches helplessly as they enter homes and burn them to the ground. And every second he gets angrier and angrier. He'd never admit it, not for a second, but he's actually scared. Scared for the people in this town and what's going to happen. Scared that this place was going to end up torched like Westport, and there wasn't a goddamn thing he could do about it.

The streets were almost devoid of people, but he was out and about. Are you out there? He might just stop to talk to you, but not for long. Do you yell out for help? Scout'll be there in a flash.]

[[MUN IS GOING TO BED. I'll catch up tomorrow.]]

[It could be worse, right?

Upon waking up in that stupid tux, Scout rolled over to see him sharing a bed with his not!wife. After taking a goog looooooong look at her in that get up, he starts to get up.]

Wake up, yer missin' the fun!

[Scout takes a look around, poking at the food and smirking at the stocked minibar. He tries the door - locked, and he's not surprised.

So long as Mayfield doesn't pull any other weird crap, this might actually be fun.]

[There's something going on outside 1451 Mitchell today! Two people, specifically Scout and Ema Skye, are sitting at a card table at what looks to be a lemonade stand. Except it's not a lemonade stand. There's a hastily-made, messy sign hanging up front reading "DELICIOUS HOMEMADE ~~LIQ~~ DRINKS, 5 CENTS". There's several pitchers and cups out on the table filled with questionable liquids. There's a very, very strong smell of booze coming from them. And the two manning the table are giggling like maniacs because they're drunk as skunks.

So what do you say, Mayfield? Care to find out what the hell is going on? Do you approach?]

_{[[Posting order - you > Scout > Ema. I'll be scarce tonight but I'll be definitely on top of tags tomorrow!]]}

[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.

[Because these are the important things at hand, Mayfield. Obviously. Not getting out or dealing with the crazies in town or anything like that. No no, it's DATES.

Admittedly, Scout needs a distraction since there's been another rash of dronings amongst his lady friends. He's particularly perturbed by the droning of Ema. They'd been up to SOMETHING of utmost importance at his house, in the basement. If his housemates try to pry, he'll tell them it's top secret and for them to do their best to keep the drone wife out of there, with a wink and a mischievous grin. He keeps it locked and there's a hastily-made sign reading "TOP SECRET - DO NOT ENTER UNDER PENALTY OF BAT TO THE FACE" hanging on the door. There's an... interesting smell coming from down there. Like fruit juice gone bad.

But yes, a distraction. A date with Taiwan sounded out of this world, but he needed someone for her friend! But who? WHO? So he gets on the phone and starts yelling until someone answers. That's how he works.

Totally unfiltered call:]

YO CHUCKLEHEADS. I need ta hear from some single guy out there, awright? I got a hot date lined up fer us! Ya don't wanna miss out on this! Help a brother out, come on!

[It's at this point that he realizes that, outside of his team, he doesn't even have that many guy friends. And he can hardly call most of his team "friends" anyway.]

Um... Ryo, my man! I know yer up for this! Vince, you like chicks right? Um. Pruss-- oh shit, yer a nation. Never mind. They said "no nations". Anyway, somebody out there's interested, right?

[Later he can be found on the town, buying flowers. Cuz that's what you do for these things, right? Shut up, Vince. :|]

[Finland isn't the only one gimping around town. Scout got stabbed in the leg several times by the angry nation. He went to Fran to get it stitched it up, but thought maybe just offing himself would be better than 2-4 weeks recovery time. The good doctor disagreed, and while fixing up the Scout's leg made sure he would not harm himself or others during his recovery.

Lovely.

Not only that, he hasn't been able to sleep either (chemically-induced nap nonwithstanding). It's not something he gets much of anyway, usually, but since he's hurt he figured he might as well catch up. But he just lays there, wide awake. What's up with that?

So now, Scout can be found in a few places looking a bit miserable:

- Sitting on his lawn, playing catch alone. Mostly using the house and fence to bounce the baseballs off of. Occasionally one goes wild towards his own house, or neighbor's, or to a passerby causing damage. He seems unconcerned.

- Stopping by the homes of his BLU teammates: Sniper, Spy, Medic and even Engie. Every last one of them is droned. This does not help his mood.

- Downtown in the attempt to get Vince a present for his birthday. He's got crutches for any extended time walking in the hopes to not pop any stitches, but Scout's never been known for his patience. He also has no idea what to buy a guy for his birthday, but this is Vince so it's almost kinda like buying something for a chick. At any rate, he feels weird buying him clothing or something, and since he doesn't like sports, Scout looks a bit lost.

- at RED Sniper's gun range, taking out targets with his pistol at an alarming rate. Gotta vent somehow!

Feel free to bug him at these places, or while he's on the move.]

[Zip! Zoom! What is that blue blur? Naturally, it's Scout! And today he's even faster and more energetic than ever, if that's even possible. He's laughing wildly, almost maniacally, jumping from rooftop to car to tree and keeps going.]

Un-freakin'-touchable!

[That's because he got sent a certain atomic soda sent after they got back from Soviet Mayfield. 24 cans of caffeinated bliss! Of course, he should be rationing his supply, but after depriving a caffeine junkie for so long, only so much restraint can be shown.

So, Mayfield, be treated to a happy blue blur today. He's running past your windows, denting your cars, rattling your trees, even running right through your house if you leave the door open for more than a second. And of course, mocking you as he zooms past.

Later he can be found in the park, exhausted but still happy. Wearing himself out, he's asleep under a tree, his usual smirk still on his face.]

[Somewhere, in a warehouse uptown, Scout stands in front of a small film crew and a director. He's currently dressed as the impressive, glorious image of a young Soviet soldier who is defeating their capitalist and Nazi enemies and leading the loyal workers to victory.]

Okay, so, I stab this Nazi guy, then kick the American guy in tha face, then I say... what the crap, I can't read this. I don't speak Russian! What's it say? .... "Nothing will stop us! We are Russians, we will overcome!"* ...Are you freakin' serious? Awright, whatevah. Let's just get this over with.

[Later, back at ~~home~~ the efficiency apartment, a phone call!]

This is it? Geez. Well if this only lasts as long as Westport, whatevah, this'll be a breeze. They've made me inta some kinda movie star fer their lousy Commie movies, but it beats the factory 'n' all that. I mean, I guess I am a pretty sweet choice ta be the hero, right? 12 hour workdays kinda blow though. What they stick tha rest 'a you chucklenuts with?

_{[[totally taken right from an old Soviet propaganda poster, ftw

And just wait till he realizes his speed is gone. OH HO HO.]]}

[Well Scout is unhappy. Seeing two of his favorite ladies, Tifa and Mia both droned really pisses him off, especially since he had just seen Mia fine the other day. Then when he goes to check in on his pal Engie to see how his progress on the gas masks for the town is going, he's droned too. AGAIN.]

What the hell's goin' on around here?

[He'll also make his way to 1664 Nelson, looking for Spy. He's got a stack of papers and he looks none too happy. Knock knock.]

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[Filtered call to Margot - hackable]

Hey kid, I hear yer lookin' fer more training. Well grab yer bat an' come over any time yer ready, awright? If ya know any other kids interested, bring 'em too. It's time we get this town inta shape!

[Sometime in the morning, Scout's drone wife will call to him, letting him know a box has arrived in the mail.

Considering the last time he got something in the mail, it went pretty poorly, so he was a bit suspicious. He got his usual speed and agility back, but not without a LOT of grief.

Sitting on the kitchen table is a crate with his name on it. There's some familiar labels adorning it. He blinks at it, and laughs. Is this for real?

He gets a hammer, pulls out the nails and cracks the crate open. Inside, complete with a box of shells, is a bright shiny new sawed-off shotgun. He holds it up, grins, and laughs even more.

Shortly afterwards, Scout can be found zipping down Mitchell Road, jumping as high as he can and then firing at the ground with the gun. It makes him fly even higher into the air, and he lands gracefully on to someone's roof nearby, laughing and cheering as he does. As much as he wants to keep going, he doesn't want to risk it getting taken away, so soon he'll be taking it back inside. But it seemed to work perfectly, and the Force-A-Nature's going in his backpack now, and will be going with him everywhere.]

[[OOC - I'm still on slowatus because I just moved and probably won't have internet connection at home until the end of the month. I have access at work, but the giant Wesport threads are positively killing these old computers here and I can't even open them without IE locking up and crashing entirely. I really really want to thread there but navigating it on my phone screen is difficult too. So I'm pleading with the good folks of this game to either thread with me here (just name the loction), or direct link me to threads so I can bookmark them. THANKS MAYFIELD, ILU ALL.]]
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[After a bit of initial investigation with FF and Lorna, and after failing to find a way out with Sideswipe, Scout's doing what he does best - scouting. Staying low, he'll be looking for survivors or Mayfield refugees, as well as a way out. He knew if they couldn't leave, they were completly screwed. He hadn't found any food or clean water, and he didn't bring any with him as he hadn't planned to stay long. All he brought was a bat, a pistol and a flashlight.

Anyone in Westport will see the blue blur of Scout running and doging through wreckage as he fails to find a way out, bat in hand. He'll be taking a look at all the landmarks he comes across. Feel free to stop him/run into him/ask for help/etc. etc. Your local mercenary wants out of here as much as you do and is willing to help.]

I'm headin' ta Westport. Gettin' borin' here since everyone left ta take a look, plus I can't let yas have all the fun without me! I should, ya know, maybe scout tha place, am I right? I'll be back in a bit. I know I said I was gonna keep an eye on things, but if ya need somethin', give BLU's Sniper a yell, awright?

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