{THREE} -- So confused.

[quickly]

[A] [PHONE -- OPEN TO ALL]
[Scout has just 'woken up' from being droned for a month. He's familiar with his surroundings: the uncomfortable, cold house with a 'wife' he can't even speak with, the lack of any fun items (ie: his bat/ball) and, peering out the window, the rows of houses virtually identical to the one he's currently cooped up in. It's all very creepy, very strange.

Scout has no recollection of being droned, of course. He feels as if he had simply slept for a really long time. He's agitated, however, at still being in Mayfield, and this rings obvious by the tone of his voice:]

Hey, Scout here. I'm real tired'a this place. I need enjoyment, somethin' fun. Like ... I dunno. A baseball game t'play in. I bet there's a sweet ass baseball field just hanging out somewheres around here and I ain't playin' in it, so that means it's really not sweet ass, it's just got the potential t'be.

[He yawns.]

I need some Bonk! or somethin', even just regular tonic, I don't care.

[B] [WANDERING AROUND THE TOWN]
[Scout is currently wandering about the town, stick from a tree in hand. No, he's not looking for someone to hit -- he just wants to play baseball or something.

Bother him?]

[C] [AT THE BURGER JOINT]
[Scout is hanging around the counter, waiting to order. The person ordering is taking forever and he will have none of that!]

YO! Pick somethin' already, ya freakin' dipshit! I'm starvin' here!

Comments

C

[putonmythinkingcap]

[For that, Cliff glares back at Scout and decides to take even longer making up his mind.]

I'll be done when I'm done.

[He turns back to the drone taking his order.]

I need you to explain every single item on the menu to me. There are just so many options...

[quickly]

[Scout's stomach growls in impatience and he slams a fist on the counter.]

WHO THE HELL DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A BURGER IS? Just order one!

[He scoots closer to Cliff, annoyance just radiating off of him.]

Pick somethin' or I will!

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Cliff pulls back a little from the other man, but he's keeping his rather smug grin in place. It's clear he knows he's trolling Scout and enjoying it.]

They have just so many toppings, I wanted a rundown of all of 'em. Decisions like this take time, you know.

[quickly]

[Blatantly ignoring Cliff, Scout waves toward the drone taking the order to try and get their attention and order something to get the line moving, but the drone is set on taking the order from Cliff.]

Geez! I can't even ...

Just pick a cheeseburger with everything on it, dude. I am starving, you don't even understand.

[putonmythinkingcap]

A little patience never killed anyone.

[Cliff shrugs nonchalantly. Yeah, he's hungry too, else he'd not be there, but messing with people like this is one of his pleasures in life.]

And I don't think I want one with everything. Mayonnaise is disgusting, you know?

[quickly]

It killed me before! So I don't like patience. It's lame.

[Scout loves messing with people, but he hates being messed with. So he's getting even more annoyed now.]

Just wipe it off! What are you, a big baby?

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Cliff huffs a bit in feigned indignation. He's all but feeding on Scout's getting riled up over this.]

Hey, I'm paying for it; I've got a right to no mayo.

[quickly]

Then order one with everything but mayo!

Not a hard concept, dude. Unless yer really that stupid.

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Ah, good move there, insulting his intelligence. It takes much of the fun out of the trolling for him, and he rather openly scowls at Scout.]

At least I'm not an impatient cretin like some people here.

[Positive social skills, as well as knowing when to quit, are not Cliff's strong suit.]

[quickly]

Hey, I'm freakin' hungry, man! Can't blame me fer bein' impatient when someone's takin' twenty years t'order a simpel burger!

[Scout's starting to open the little packets of sugar and eat them now.]

...that icon is terrifying. XD

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Cliff just stares as Scout eats the sugar packets because seriously, dude, what is wrong with you?]

Cheeseburger. Hold the mayo and pickles, extra onions. And make sure you take your time with it.

And would you like anything to drink, sir?

Oh, I didn't even think of that...

[Uh-oh, looks like he's now going to be a jerk and agonize over drink choices...]

:3

[quickly]

[Sugar flies out of his mouth as he speaks:]

Yer hopeless, man! Get a soda! Everyone loves soda.

[putonmythinkingcap]

But it's so unhealthy, and I'm already taking my chances with this burger as it is. Do I really want to be adding high fructose corn syrup to my diet like this?

[He's making a show of considering this, and it's probably pretty evident he's doing it just to be obnoxious.]

[quickly]

[Scout rips open a few more sugar packets and pours them into his mouth, making a huge mess while doing so. He then sidles closer to Cliff, so that whenever he talks, a bunch of sugar crystals shoot onto the other man.]

But it's so delicious.

[putonmythinkingcap]

Yeah, but I'd really rather not slowly kill my pancreas that way.

[Ew, sugar flecks, ew, he's just going to back away a bit, brush himself off, and scowl deeply as he turns to the drone.]

Just get me a water.

A

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya don't need none of that sludge. Soon we won't just be able t' hear ya everywhere, we'll be able to see ya too. You moight start glowing in the dark.

*Nope, BLU can't tell the difference between the RED Scout and the BLU Scout by their voice.*

[quickly]

[Oh, it's a Sniper! Scout can recognize that accent anywhere. He sounds a little happier upon hearing a familiar voice.]

Yeah I do. It's been ...

[He thinks. Just how long has it been since he had a Bonk!? Over a month! That's criminal.]

Over a month since I had one. I might die soon if I don't find any, man. And I'm too young t'die now!

I still gotta get myself on a baseball card.

[bye_to_yer_head]

I think if you were gonna die it would 'ave happened already.

Ya don't even play baseball. Ya shoot people in th' face.

[quickly]

Well yeah, it has ... but I got sent to respawn every time it happened, and there ain't a respawn here.

I totally do! Yer just too old to even understand what baseball's all about. I played it before workin'.

[bye_to_yer_head]

You died? From not drinkin' soda? Strewth mate, what th' hell is in that stuff?

[quickly]

Well no, I haven't died from not havin' Bonk yet, but I might.

I don't wanna risk it.

I dunno what's in it, but it's awesome. Least it ain't pee!

[bye_to_yer_head]

For starters it's Jarate, and I sure as hell don't drink it.

Well it's not like they'll have BONK around here. I doubt it's something they just sell at th' market.

[quickly]

Yeah, yeah.

I had some before I woke up here! So someone musta took it. Same with my other stuff, too. Bet it's all stashed somewhere.

[bye_to_yer_head]

That's actually what I was thinkin'. Because my camper is missin' an' I know it was there last time I looked.

Bet someone is hoarding it all.

[quickly]

The dump.

I think it's all there, at the dump.

Wanna go check it out?

[bye_to_yer_head]

You think it's at th'.... Why do ya think...

Ya know what, nevermind. It's as loikely a place as any I suppose.

Where ya at now?

*Well, this won't be awkward or anything.*

[quickly]

My house!

It's at, uh ...

[Sniper will hear the receiver slam to the floor for a moment while Scout runs outside to check his address. After a minute, he comes back, picking the receiver up and breathing a little heavy.]

336 Brady Lane. And I gotta truck!

[bye_to_yer_head]

How th' hell do you have a truck an' I'm missing my camper? That ain't roight.

Do you even know how t' drive?

[quickly]

I'm a plumber!

I dunno how I got t'be one or anything, 'cause I literally just woke up one day and was yelled at on the phone by some dude claimin' t'be my boss, but yeah. I gotta truck from it so it's cool.

'Course I can drive! I'm a great driver.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Great, yer a plumber an' I'm a mechanic. Wonder where they came up with those ideas.

So pretty much yer gonna ram us into a tree then? Guess it's better than gettin' eaten by cannibals. Lemme gather some stuff an' I'll be roight over.

((OOC: Shall we log this, for great justice and shennanigans?))

A.

[helpmeguideit]

If there isn't a field, it wouldn't be difficult to make one.

A.

[quickly]

I ain't got a tractor or whatever to make one, but if you do, that'll be sweet.

Sure there ain't a field already though?

[helpmeguideit]

I'm physically disabled, so as far as I could get, I didn't see one.

[quickly]

Huh, really.

That sucks, dude. If Doc was here I'd send him over to ya, cause he's fixed lots of my broken bones and shit before.

But I don't think he's here.

[helpmeguideit]

I'm a paralytic. Unless he is a miracle worker...

It doesn't matter. You may have to make your own field.

[quickly]

He is, 'least I think so. But he ain't here, so ...

Guess I gotta find a tractor or somethin' somewheres. Probably the dump. Bet there's one there.

[helpmeguideit]

Might have to ask around a bit more. You might need to do it manually.

A

[fearmylaserface]

Baseball? Interesting idea. Might be a nice distraction.

[quickly]

Hell yeah it's an interesting idea!

Know if there's a field around anywhere?

[fearmylaserface]

Not so far. But if you find one, you can definitely count me in for it.

[quickly]

Sure!

What's yer name so I can letcha know? 'Cause I'm definitely gonna find one or find someone t'help me make one.

[fearmylaserface]

Just call me Church.

[quickly]

Weird name, but whatever.

I'm Scout. RED Scout, in case y'run into another one.

[fearmylaserface]

It's my last name. Really, prefer it to Leonard.

Nice to meet you.