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{ONE} -- The strangest respawn.

[A] ACTION -- 336 Brady Lane
[The loud thunkthunkthunk of footsteps can be heard throughout the entire house as Scout awakens and darts around the master bedroom, millions of questions just rushing through his head. Immediately, the young man discovers that he's not wearing his usual attire but instead is fairly dressed up in a pressed long sleeve shirt and dark slacks. He locates the closet after a minute or two of frantic searching and is disheartened to find that his old outfit is missing.]

Aw, crap! I ain't wearin' dis!

[Not expecting anyone else to be in this strange house, Scout yells and slams the closet door shut, then heads over to the dresser next to the bed. Maybe something of his would be there. He reaches for the knob on the top drawer but his hand doesn't ever make it there; instead, it slowly trails upward to the top of the dresser where there's a picture inside of a frame. He picks up the framed photograph and brings it closer to his face, in sheer disbelief at what the picture contains. It appears to be an image of himself in a tuxedo, standing next to a woman in a wedding dress. Next to the 'couple' there's someone else, presumably a child, though this child is almost as tall as Scout.]

Wh-wha ... I got married?

[The hand holding the framed picture begins to shake and he throws it back onto the dresser, face down. This is all just too weird for him to comprehend and he needs to figure out at least where he is. He rushes out of the bedroom, slamming the door, and dashes down the stairs.]

[B] PHONE
[The sound of him fumbling with the phone is heard before he actually speaks. His first words are quiet, but the volume quickly picks up.]

Does this thing even work HEY! HEY! I dunno where I am or where my shit is but I'm gonna find out an' I'm gonna make whoever did dis pay. Got it? So make it easier on yerself an' just tell me who y'are so our time ain't wasted an' I can just kick yer ass now.

[You can hear Scout tearing apart the living room as he searches for his belongings. He starts to yell into the receiver since he's being so loud rummaging through things.]

AND IF I FIND [CRASH! There goes a lamp!] ANY SCRATCHES ON DA SANDMAN YER FACE'LL BE BASHED IN SO HARD YOU'LL NEVER SEE AGAIN.

[C] ACTION -- Around town.
[Scout, still wearing the fancy pressed shirt and slacks, is attempting to run. He has to stop to catch his breath after every few minutes, and when he actually does manage to run he's not going fast at all.

You may currently find him somewhere either catching his breath, cursing, or lightly jogging.]

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...Scout? S'that you?

Hey, Hardhat!

What's going on? Where are we? Where's my shit?

Woah there, slowdown Son. There's a lotta explainin' I'm gonna hafta do, but I need ya ta take a deep breath and relax. You're not gonna like what's goin' on here, but you'll take it better if you're calm.

I'm plenty calm!

Just get on with it, 'cause I don't [THUNK. Now the bookcase is down for the count.] don't got all day.

Alright. Jus' tell me where you're stayin'. There should be an address outside.

Y'know, yer ass had better be the RED Hardhat, else yer gonna regret even talkin' ta me right now.

Hold on while I find my address.

[A few minutes pass as Scout looks for the address posted next to his front door, as well as the street sign on the corner of the block.]

Uh. 336 Brady, I think?

[ Roxy was stuck with chores. A quick run to the supermarket to get the typical amount of leads her to the very same street that Scout was currently treading.

Yet, among his cursing, she was having trouble remembering what she was suppose to buy. His cursing and general activeness between the normal casual pedestrians makes her crumble the notepad she was attempting to use as some sort of check list. ]

Fuck, you mind gettin' your sweat on somewhere else? Stand up civilians are trying not get grounded, y'know.

[ She has to say something smart-mouthed. She waves her half-finished list, mentally kicking herself for not writing it down while her 'parents' informed her. It was in her nature to. Lack of liquor was really making her irritable. ]

You know you look like an idiot doing that, right?

[Currently keeled over and breathing really heavy, Scout overhears a female voice and glances around to try and find its source. It takes a few moments, since his vision is a bit clouded from all of the sweat pouring down his brow, but he finally spots Roxy and stands back up.]

What? What're you talkin' about? I ain't sweating!

[He raises a hand and quickly wipes off as much sweat as he can off his face, because he totally wasn't sweating.]

Hah, if ya wanna see an idiot, how 'bout lookin' in a mirror.

[ She can't help but try and keep a laugh from this guy. ]

Oh, okay, so you're doing what girls do? 'Glisten'?

'Kay, stop glistening all over the place.

[ Roxy places a hand on her hip, a bit annoyed that the guy would be so blunt back. She wasn't use to that. ]

Forreal? Where'd you get that one, second grade?

All I'm sayin' is you're huffing and puffing and doing the running man up and down the street while people -- IE; me -- are trying to get our shit together. Kinda annoying.

[ Roxy was a bit annoyed and that's prob why she was lashing out so bad. Funs. ]

[Scout shrugs off the first comment, but his expression quickly turns sour as Roxy continues to talk -- he obviously doesn't expect such a response to his insult from earlier.]

Eh? Yer really thinkin' my runnin's disturbing everyone?

[He no longer looks upset; he actually finds this funny, now.]

I think if someone runnin' bothers ya dat much, you should just stay inside all the time.

Yeah, let me just do that. Glad I put a revolver on my grocery list so I can blow my brains because of boredom when I get home.

[Eye roll, she couldn't help but find it annoying. Yet, she was bitter. ]

Kinda trying to remember a grocery list and you panting and getting your physical on kinda made me lose my place. Gonna get 40 lashes for that, I bet.

[ She hates this town. ]

Man, you got some problems if yer gonna just blow yer brains out from bein' bored. I'd hate bein' stuck in my house too, but I'd find some shit to get into.

[No, Scout doesn't detect sarcasm well at all.]

I'd understand if ya got distracted with yer list 'cause watchin' me work out was just so mesmerizin', whatwith me being so awesome and all, but I wasn't panting or sweatin'. I don't do that shit.

[As much as Scout would like to continue going on about how 'awesome' and 'fit' he is, his train of thought quickly changes as soon as he hears '40 lashes'.]

40 lashes? What? Who da hell are ya livin' with, here?

[Gat's on his way home from his shift at the fire station when he happens to overhear Scout's winded cursing. It makes him pause in mid-stride; he recognizes that voice. Sure, it's been over half a year, but the guy had a pretty distinct accent.]

[Gat has no idea that Scout had ever left Mayfield, much less suspects that Scout lacks his memories from his last visit. But hey, there's no better time to introduce himself in person!]

Howdy!

[Gat walks up to within conversational distance.]

Y'know, for as small as this here town is, it ain't all that easy to keep in touch with folks.

[Gat's voice sounds awfully like the Engineer's—Texan-like accent and everything—well, if one doesn't count that distinct mechanical echo. ~~Maybe the Engineer's been following up on the Gunslinger?~~]

[Scout hears a very familiar voice, though it has a bit of a mechanical echo. Figuring it's still just Engineer (either his team mate or BLU's), he sharply stands up, tries to stop breathing ridiculously hard, and looks toward the direction of the voice.]

Uh hey, Har--

[But of course, nothing could be that simple here. Instead of seeing one of the Engineers, as Scout had just expected moments ago, he sees what appears to be a robot. Maybe the robot is something Engineer made!

Scout hurriedly scoots closer to the robot and stares.]

WHOA.

Man.

When--

when didja make a robot ohman this is so cool

[And now he's going to poke the 'robot's' arm a few times.]

Can ya hear me, Eng? Are ya controlling dis robot from somewhere?

[Gat pulls his poked arm back a little, though rather than being surprised or annoyed by this invasion of his personal space, he's ... rather confused. In fact, he's tilting his head inquisitively.]

I ain't th' Engineer. Not somethin' of his, either. Don'tcha recall talkin' to me—

[—wait. Didn't Scout tell him his counterpart is in town and sounds like him?]

Hold on a minute. Which one of them Scouts are ya? Th' red or blue one?

[What. A. Bummer.

It should be obvious by Scout's expression that he's pretty disappointed this 'robot' isn't Engineer, or Engineer's work. Heck, he'd have been happy even if the BLU Engineer made this thing, but alas --]

Uh, I ain't ever seen a robot before in person, I'm pretty positive. You don't forget something like dat.

[He sighs at the mention of his counterpart. So far, Scout doesn't know the BLU is even in this town, and the last thing he wants is to be compared to him constantly. They can't look/sound that alike, right?]

Do I look like that BLU loser to ya? I'm RED and damn proud.

[That answers that question. But in response, Gat just shrugs and tilts his head.]

Well, I ain't sure. You'd told me that he sounded like you an' to watch out for 'em. But considerin' we ain't never met in person before, I had no idea.

Last time we talked, it was over th' phone a few months back. Y'don't remember that?

I think yer robo-brain is rusting up or something dude. I never talked t'ya, on da phone or in person.

[Scout seriously does not remember this guy at all and honestly, he's starting to get a little concerned.]

Maybe you should actually go find Engineer somewheres, I bet he can fix ya.

[Gat's now scratching the side of his head in thought. He's going to let that whole "rusted brain" thing go without comment, for now.]

If'n you seriously don't remember ... how long've you been in town?

Uh, a few hours, tops?

I don't gotta watch so I couldn't tell ya the specifics, but I haven't been here long.

[Gat looks at Scout more directly. Or, judging from the way his head moves, that's what he's doing.]

... Then th' town must've droned ya.

Droned?

[As if he can feel the 'robot' stare, he takes a step back.]

Heh. More like I ain't ever been here before.

[Gat sighs, looking off to the side and shaking his head as he does. He shifts his weight—in a manner that looks mildly frustrated—before looking back over to Scout.]

You have, but I don't reckon you're gonna take my word on that. If'n you run into th' Engineer, ask 'em about it. Hell, you can ask him about me, too.

[Which is a nice segue into re-introductions. He offers Scout his hand to shake.]

My name's Falk Gatt. Though most folks jus' call me "Gat."

Alright, guess I can do that.

[Scout excitedly takes Gat's hand and shakes it, still somewhat convinced that he's in the presence of some sort of robot.]

So uh, Gat, yer part robot or somethin'?

[While Gat's movements feel rather human-like, if Scout's paying attention he'll notice subtle differences. His movements seem a little too fluid for a human's.]

Naw, not part robot. I ain't human, either. I'm an android—"CAST" is th' common term.

I thought android's were kinda like robots, though. I mean, dat's what I remember from comics and movies.

What kinda stuff can you do? [Leans in a little closer]

Lasers? Can you shoot lasers?

I don't got built-in systems for shootin' lasers, but I got my own ways 'round that.

[And to prove the point, Gat summons his Maggac submachinegun from his Nano Transformer. It appears in his hand in a burst of light, accompanied by the trademark whoosh of a Nano Transformer in operation. Which he then spins about his trigger finger in a showy cowboy fashion.]

As for bein' a robot, I reckon you could see it that way. Us CASTs've got bodies designed to imitate a lot of th' same functions ya'll have, though.

[Scout stares in wide-eyed admiration and awe.]

Can I have one'a those?! It looks sweet!

Plus I don't have any of my crap from home, not even Da Sandman.

If'n I had my usual arsenal with me, I'd let ya borrow one, but this is th' only weapon th' town's sent me back.

[Gat dismisses the Maggac with the same burst of light that had accompanied its appearance.]

See, there's a post office that can ship us things from home. Not jus' equipment an' personal effects, but anything that makes you what you are. Like my CAST body, f'instance.

Huh.

[He crosses his arms.]

So how do I get the post office t'send me my stuff? Do I just go down there and demand 'em to?

Well, you can kinda do that, but ...

[Gat rubs the back of his head.]

That comes at a price, an' I don't mean money. Th' post office here can give you anything you want from back home, but folks say it'll literally cost you an' arm an' a leg. Body parts, organs, heck, even memories. I ain't sure if you can specify what you want taken in exchange, 'cause I've never risked tryin'.

[He glances in the direction of the post office.]

Th' safer way is to jus' let 'em send you your things. Folks say they usually do it after an incident occurs in town.

[Then Gat looks back to Scout.]

Anybody tell you about that?

[There's an unspoken "again" in his words—this is the first time Gat's ever really had to deal with meeting someone returning to Mayfield who no longer remembers him.]

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[c] ACTION!

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Sorry for the delay!