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[Scout. Tuxedo. Cape. It's on, Mayfield.

He's got the cape over his face Lugosi-style and he's coming your way. Or is outside your window, maybe. OR SUDDENLY BEHIND YOU, LE GASP!]



...

Uh, hey. 'Sup.

freakinblur: (droned)
[So, no one at 1451 Mitchell has touched the milk. So what does this get you? One (1) droned Scout - or to be precise, Officer McCann. And Officer McCann is out and about looking to mow people down with his trusty scattergun, the Force-A-Nature, for any slight infraction. Maybe your parking meter ran out of time, you're jaywalking, or the tail light is out on your car. Maybe it's something even more seemingly innocuous like littering or wearing too short of a skirt. Either way, he's walking towards you, smiling emptily and loading his shotgun.]

Afternoon, citizen! I wouldn't want to think you were breaking the law in our lovely town. Looks like I'm going to have to make you learn from your mistakes!

[[usual OOC warning for this event - death and injury may occur. Feel free to try and take him down if you want, too.]]

freakinblur: (droned)
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]]

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[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!]]

3rd inning

Feb. 26th, 2010 11:09 pm
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[Ladies & gents: Scout. He's not the brightest. Just don't tell him that! Anyone who's talked to him so far may have gotten this idea. He's seen a lot of weird things in this town, but something has been brought to his attention that is really bugging him.]

[unfiltered voice post! filtering, what is that]


OK, I know this town is super-friggin'-weird, an' that people who get pulled inta this town may not necessarily be from the same place I am from... however THAT works. But I've also been told people 'round here also think they are countries? How can a person be a country? That... that is not possible. A person cannot be a country. A person is a person, and they LIVE in countries, they cannot BE a country. An' I haven't seen anyone runnin' around here... shaped like... France 'r somethin'...

[At this point even he's not sure where this is going.]

ANYWAY. If yer one of these people, I would love it if you could explain ta me how this even works, otherwise I'm callin' bullshit on alla youse. Otherwise, it'd sure as hell be nice if ONE thing in this stupid town made sense!

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