{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!

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[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?))