2nd Pocket

[cuestickgenius]

[Phone]

[The voice on the other end sounds rather faint at first, then louder, then faint again, as if they keep moving the phone closer and further away from their head - or vice versa]

Okay, now press the- not that, the other one, the... come on, you can shoot a cue, you can dial a phone, it's not that- look, nevermind, just set it here, I don't even care.

[There's a clunking noise, like the phone hit glass almost, and the volume steadies]

Slick, Deuce, what's up on your end? I'm in... a situation.

[Action A; 463 Stone Street]

[That sure is Droog's body sitting at the kitchen table. And that sure is Droog's head in a jar. And that sure is his face mashed up against one side of the glass in the most undignified manner as his hands clumsily jam the filter end of a lit cigarette against the other.

Unsurprisingly, it's not working. He knows it's not working. But he's still trying. Addiction is a powerful thing.]

[Action B; outside 463 Stone Street]

[You probably notice the headless body in a dapper suit wandering around like a chicken with its head cut off an idiot, waving its hands about likes it's trying to feel around for something. You probably next notice the head in a jar lying on its side on the lawn, the irritated face of a very angry mobster clearly visible and, the reason you noticed it, its voice clearly audible.]

No, to your left... other left, come on. Over here, come on, closer, closer... no, that's towards the house, I'm over- damnit, this should not be this much trouble.

[Action C; Grocery Store]

[It's while browsing the aisles, looking through the various labels and brands that suddenly you find yourself face to face with another person. Not because you reached the end of the aisle, but because there is a head in a jar just sitting on the shelf, glaring angrily at you.]

Yeah, what are you looking at?

[Action D; Some street on some hill or even slight incline]

OH MY GOD DAMNIT HOW DID YOU EVEN-

[A string of curses doppler's past you, or perhaps it coming straight towards you, or whatever. The point is, it's headed downhill, and if you bother to look, you can clearly see some kind of jar rolling down the street and a man in a suit chasing frantically after it. Only the man doesn't have a head, and the cursing seems to be coming from the jar]

-GODDAMN LOUSY STUPID BODY, CAN'T EVEN RUN FASTER THAN A HEAD WITHOUT LEGS, LUCKY THE GLASS DIDN'T-

[Perhaps you could go stop the jar for him, since he's obviously having trouble catching up with it. Or perhaps you could do the wise thing and pretend you didn't see and go about your day.]

Comments

D

[bridezilla]

[ Nena begins to chase after the head too as it whizzes past her.

Unfortunately, she thinks it's a game of keep away and is more intent on kicking the thing across town. But, luckily, the chances of her kicking it are little to none. She, like other people in Mayfield, had been experimented on. She now has a clunky as hell arm that seems to dangle about and have a tendency to crash into everything. At ten times the strength of a normal human. So as Nena continues to chase after the head, she staggers into various directions, taking out whatever's in her path.

Hope the headless Droog can evade an exploding fire hydrant's water, that's the first of many victims on this wonderful wonderful game. ]

[cuestickgenius]

Wait, who's that-

[OH GOD IT'S HARD TO TELL WHO'S CHASING HIM WHEN HE'S SPINNING AROUND IN THIS STUPID THING. But he sure hears her arm busting the shit out of stuff]

Hey, stop that, what are you even- BE CAREFUL!

[Oh god his body almost got hit by a flying car. It is a sheer miracle that it's dodging any of this shit]

[bridezilla]

I'm being careful as I can! It's not my fault my arm is really clumsy! [ Nena continues to run into the middle of heavy traffic to chase the rolling head jar. Eventually, a car veers a little to close to Nena and her prey so she bats it away with her strong as hell arm. The car predictable crashes into another car which crashes into a building. As Nena continues to chase the head down the street, more and more crashes can be heard as drones complain about their rides being trashed. ]

[cuestickgenius]

Stop! Just, stop running or whatever you're doing! You're going to kill my body!

[Suddenly, Droog realizes he's not sure what happens if his body dies. Will he die? Hard to say.

Said body is getting pelted with debris, but luckily nothing big enough to slow it down yet... it's still being outrun by both the jar and Nena though.]

[bridezilla]

[ Nena manages to rush in front of the jar by a couple of feet before stopping dead in her tracks at Diamonds' statement. She gives the jar a very suspicious glance. Something is off here. ]

Wait, so you mean we aren't playing keep away? [ Well, any and all debris damage isn't going to be bothering him anymore. She thought she was playing a game! ]

A

[guardiandragon]

[Oh hi, have one metallic not!daughter, acting rather blase about the whole thing. Not to mention cracking the floor with her footsteps.]

You're never gonna get that thing to light underwater, y'know.

[cuestickgenius]

Shut up, kid. You think I don't know that?

[He stops licking the glass and pressing his lips to it pretty quickly though, and his body turns the jar to face her.]

...the hell happened to you?

[guardiandragon]

Well, it's there, so yeah, I kinda do think that.

[She rolls her eyes. She'd normally go for closing her eyes and sighing, but her eyelids aren't terribly flexible like this.]

I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count.

[cuestickgenius]

You look terrible. What are ya, a robot now or something?

B

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono watches from her spot in the pond, keeping her gills underwater so she can actually breathe. She doesn't think Diamonds has noticed her out here, but his body keep stumbling closer and closer to the pond in the yard.]

Careful, he's going to fall in. You're going to fall in... your body's going to fall in.

[cuestickgenius]

Of course the damn thing's going to fall in, it's like you take off someone's head and suddenly they gots no coordination!

[Oh wait, that sure is someone with their head in the pond.]

...what the hell are you doing over there?

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono sighs.]

You lost your head, I gained gills. I can't breathe well outside the water. So I'm kinda stuck.

[cuestickgenius]

Great. What a sorry sight we are.

Thought about maybe finding a fishbowl or something you could wear? Or maybe a bag and a rubber band?

B

[balaton]

[There's a shot whirring from down the street, specifically from Stone st 456, embedding itself too close for comfort in the grass next to the case.]

[cuestickgenius]

No, no, turn around, just turn straight back- what the!?

[GREAT. JUST WHAT HE NEEDS. AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT WHILE HE'S DEFENSELESS.]

Look, just follow my voice... can you even hear? Hurry up!

[balaton]

And stay off my lawn!!

[cuestickgenius]

It's my lawn, you crazy dame! Where the hell even are you?

C

[justdumbluck]

[ Silly Firo, thinking the craziness of Mayfield wouldn't have spread to the grocery store. The trip is fairly uneventful until he spots that verypeculiar item on the shelf.

He looks at the jar in his hand, making sure he's not accidentally shopping in the cannibal aisle, and then stares back at the head. Whether he should be disgusted or concerned is not something he's figured out yet. ]

...They think people'll actually eat this..?

[cuestickgenius]

I'm not for sale, ya idiot.

[justdumbluck]

[ He's still too preoccupied with the strangeness of the situation to be insulted. ]

Then what the hell are ya doin' here?

[cuestickgenius]

My body walked off an' forgot me.

[True story.]

C

[headfullofempty]

[Just.... staring. Hang on a sec, his brain will catch up to reality eventually.]

[cuestickgenius]

...hello, Deuce. [Said with all the enthusiasm of a man who knows he truly has been forsaken now.]

[headfullofempty]

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Droog?

[cuestickgenius]

Yes, Droog. Or at least my head.