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mayfield_rpg2012-06-03 09:19 pm
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11th Hat - It's Good to Own Land
[In this AU, the generations between Colonel Sassacre and Dad have essentially been cut out completely, with Dad's accompanying timeline having been moved up to match. In this world, Dad apprenticed directly under Sassacre in the 1800s, sailing up and down the Mississippi on a riverboat entertaining the drunken masses. During one such trip, he met an alluring Southern belle - Mom Lalonde, the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner.]
[Today, Dad and Mom can be seen on the porch of 311 Miller Street, sitting in rocking chairs and sipping mint juleps. Dad appears to be wearing a fake mustache and beard - because what classy gent should be without some equally classy facial hair - and a white seersucker suit. Mom is decked out in a long dress with a full skirt, and a pink shawl in place of her usual scarf. The two are enjoying the nice calm summer's day, just rocking together and commenting on the weather.]
Warm today.
[Rock.]
Warm yesterday.
[Rock.]
Supposed to be warm tomorrow.
[Rock. Sip.
They'll go on like this all day, really. Looks like there's a third rocking chair set up on the porch, for anyone who feels like joining them. Be careful, though - there's a whoopie cushion on it. There is also a nice fresh pecan pie sitting on the table next to the empty chair. Make of that what you will.]
[Today, Dad and Mom can be seen on the porch of 311 Miller Street, sitting in rocking chairs and sipping mint juleps. Dad appears to be wearing a fake mustache and beard - because what classy gent should be without some equally classy facial hair - and a white seersucker suit. Mom is decked out in a long dress with a full skirt, and a pink shawl in place of her usual scarf. The two are enjoying the nice calm summer's day, just rocking together and commenting on the weather.]
Warm today.
[Rock.]
Warm yesterday.
[Rock.]
Supposed to be warm tomorrow.
[Rock. Sip.
They'll go on like this all day, really. Looks like there's a third rocking chair set up on the porch, for anyone who feels like joining them. Be careful, though - there's a whoopie cushion on it. There is also a nice fresh pecan pie sitting on the table next to the empty chair. Make of that what you will.]
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Hey there.
[ Jake's voice is a little raspy as he offers a weak but friendly wave to the pair of adults sitting at the patio. He's distant but the similarity of the mother to Roxy and the father to Jane's dad caught his eye. Needless to say that he's curious even if he doesn't wish to be around people for long. ]
Enjoying the day, I suppose?
Jake -> Dad -> Mom
[He raises his drink to Mom, smiling and nodding before taking another sip.]
Re: Jake -> Dad -> Mom
Would you care to join us, young man?
We've got some lovely pecan pie, and I could certainly mix up another julep.
oh god you guys are too cute with your tag team
Ah, I'unno. You guys seem to be enjoying yourself and I'm sure I'd be a bother.
[ Especially if his other tendencies got in the way. But he decides to try and enjoy the familiarity that came with talking to the two older figures and sits down on the chair. ]
..
Did someone just let out an inappropriate noise? That wasn't me, was it?
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Now son, there are ladies present. I think you owe the missus an apology.
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I suppose I could forgive one or two youthful indiscretions.
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Time to say hi to him and the woman next to him. Start with a wave.]
Hey!
Ken -> Dad -> Mom
[Dad smiles, reaching over to gently pat the empty chair next to him. He's speaking in an old-timey Southern accent for some reason.]
Re: Ken -> Dad -> Mom
[Mom gets to work mixing up that extra julep.]
Sounds good.
I think the town's throwin' a temper tantrum again. How are you two making out?
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[Stroking them fake whiskers in thought while rocking some more.]
You notice anything funny?
[Glancing to Mom.]
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Not a thing. Unless you mean the sorry state of this bourbon. Hardly up to the quality we had back home.
Why I daresay the Colonel would be appalled!
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Sorry about that, school ate me
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Yes, and it'll be warm all week. Are you really going to go on about this all day long?
Rin -> Dad -> Mom
Re: Rin -> Dad -> Mom
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A beau? You know, a fella. A sweetheart. And my wife's right - you'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar, after all.
[Laughing again, he pats Mom's hand and takes another sip of his drink.]
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No beer, just fresh ice tea.]
Want some company?
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Well, that's right neighborly of you. Come on up.
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Now that's the best way to handle this kind of weather! Drinking lemonade while relaxing! Wish I thought of that.
Gumshoe -> Dad -> Mom
Re: Gumshoe -> Dad -> Mom
[She doesn't bother to hide her amusement.]
You just have a seat and I'll mix you up a man's drink.
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[Gumshoe goes to have a seat when he notices the Pecan Pie nearby and stops.]
Oh wow, is that a pecan pie? That looks pretty tasty!
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[Dad smiles, gesturing to the pie.]
Good nose. It's fresh from the oven.
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