59th Inning

[freakinblur]

[With old wounds returning, Scout didn't have much of a chance. He's had several deaths here in Mayfield, and escaping things like many old bullet wounds, amongst other things, had be a hard thing to get over when they all returned at once.

But today, Scout wakes up outside the factory, confused and disoriented. Well, maybe he should head home and find out.

Wait, where's home?

Where is *here*?

Seems like the revival process has left Scout with a few holes in his memory... and some leftover injuries. Once upon a time in Westport, Scout saved the life of a young lady from a hazmat man. But that hazmat gave Scout some nasty burns and a lungful of chemicals.

Scout will be out and about on the streets today, finding things to be vaguely familiar. He feels like hell, though, and is moving along slowly, wheezing as he breathes. Maybe he should go to the doctor... if he could remember where that was. If he sees someone, he'll be stopping them.]

Hey, pally. Where the hell's the hospital?

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[questionauthority]

[Suffering from amnesia? Who better to answer your questions than a fellow amnesiac?]

Should be back that way. [He points in the opposite direction from which he's come.] Though I couldn't tell you where anything else is in this town.

[freakinblur]

That thing ain't a hospital, that's a...

[Stops

Looks at you

Thinking hard]

Hey! I know you, don't I?

[questionauthority]

[He gives Scout an appraising look. The face looks a bit familiar, but... He shakes his head.]

Don't think so.

[freakinblur]

No? Ya sure? No-- Wait, no I totally do! [coughcough] Ugh... Wait, don't tell me don't tell me.

[questionauthority]

[Edward... doesn't tell him. There's really not much to tell.]

Could just be one of those faces, you know...?

[webball]

<[Peter swings by in his costume, out to investigate this bizarre vanishing Factory and try to prevent anyone else from falling into Johnson's trap. He underestimated how much the simple act of web slinging could take his mind off of his troubles. He flips and dips, swings around a lightpole, runs along the side of a building, cartwheels off and lands with a surprisingly loud thud but bounces up, unaffected. Feels good, man.]

[freakinblur]

[Oh hey that's pretty cool. Don't mind a spectator here for a moment. If Peter swings down his way, Scout will have to get his attention. He can't really yell right now.]

[webball]

[What is this... this power? He feels it coarsing through him, magnifying every move he makes, so that his normal swings and leaps seem like they're twice as strong as they should be. He hops off a building and goes much higher than he expected to, and when he lands on the street, tucking and rolling into a neat somersault, he springs back up with a fantastic, thrilling lightness. Okay. It's fun to be him, but it's not THIS fun! He flexes a hand, clenching it tightly and laughs a little, shaking his head.]

[freakinblur]

Hey, pally. Fancy tricks 'n' all, but can ya give a guy some directions? [coughcough]

[webball]

[Peter looks up at Scout coughing and looking confused. He shakes his head disdainfully and crosses his arms. What's with this guy?]

S'matter pal? Hit your head on the way to lung cancer?

[masonry]

[ Kid turns around at the question, a baseball bat at the ready. ]

Who're you?

[ Probably not the greatest time to ask for his help. ]

[freakinblur]

[Reflexively, Scout reaches to get his own bat from his bag... but it's not there right now. Oops.]

A dude who's seriously lost. Cool yer jets, pally. [He follows that up with some coughing.]

[masonry]

[ He looks around, suspiciously, not entirely focused on the Scout or what he's saying. ]

Sorry. Just tryin' to keep a look out for someone. Are you... new?

[ Because even the Kid knew where the hospital was by now... ]

[freakinblur]

Naw, I ain't new, but this place is. [He nods his head towards the "hospital".]

Who ya lookin' for?

[masonry]

Oh. [ The factory? He huffs. ] Ya don't know? They've been takin' people there.

[ And as for the question, Kid just shrugs. ]

The fella that's been followin' me. Whoever he is.

[shallbeavenged]

You're back.

[freakinblur]

[Scout's amnesia is thankfully not total. The more important stuff is there, so his not!daughter is still something he remembers. However, he looks surprised when he sees her - like the memory comes back when she approaches.]

Ai! [coughcough] There ya are. What's goin' on? Where the hell am I?

[shallbeavenged]

...Mayfield?

[freakinblur]

No, I mean-- [He points to the "hospital".] That place! I just showed up here outta know where, feelin' like hell.

[shallbeavenged]

....the Hospital?

[hardhat_truckie]

Sc-scout? Jesus, what happened to ya!? First Spah, now you! It's like all the BLUs in town are gettin' beaten up!

[freakinblur]

[Teammates and rivals are at least still in Scout's memory. He coughs a bit before responding.]

Spy too? Ain't surprised. But what can ya do, Mayfield's gone friggin' nuts again.

[hardhat_truckie]

Yeah...

...don't suppose ya want a Dispenser from a RED, do ya? I'm offerin', but ya can say no if ya want.

[freakinblur]

...

Ya know, I don't think I'm in too good 'a shape ta turn down a Dispensah right now.

[hardhat_truckie]

S'long as you make sure you don't touch it. Come on son, let's go. Can ya walk?