Rita Mordio (
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mayfield_rpg2012-04-26 05:02 pm
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A. Outside 1449 Mitchell Road: [An unhealthy amount of scraping and rummaging is being screeched out from the garage of 1449 Mitchell. Rita is inside furiously digging through pile of junk after pile of junk, digging through scraps and trash for... something, apparently. Whatever it is, it has her pretty fired up. She gets so frustrated with the fruitlessness of her search that she ends up kicking a metal bucket out into the street, and with a weary sigh treks out of the garage to retrieve it.
Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy bothering frustrated teenage girls.]
B. Phone: [Here's Rita on the phone, she doesn't sound any more pleased than when she may or may not have been angrily kicking buckets into the streets.]
Hey, I need a favor from one of you idiot boys.
Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy bothering frustrated teenage girls.]
B. Phone: [Here's Rita on the phone, she doesn't sound any more pleased than when she may or may not have been angrily kicking buckets into the streets.]
Hey, I need a favor from one of you idiot boys.
Sure thing!
I'm not doing your housework!
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But if you're not cleaning, what are doing?
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There's something important in here, and I need to find it.
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[Gumshoe starts towards one of the shelves to start looking once he knows what to search for.]
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I need it for something I'm working on.
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Speak of the devil!
[Gumshoe pulls out this thing and wheels it out of the way.]
Oh wait, no, this is the original that I got back from the town a bit ago. If you see the one I tried to make, just carefully move it out of the way, alright? You can tell it's the other one because of the tape recorder taped to it.
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But she stops when he takes out the Blue Badger.]
...What.
The hell.
Is that thing?
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And look!
[Gumshoe reaches behind the plywood contraption and flips a switch so that it starts playing music and moving about. Gumshoe just stands there beaming with pride.]