66th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Action A: This morning, Scout can be seen dumping several different weapons into his curbside trash cans. He doesn't know where they came from, but they seem awful dangerous! Scout parting with his beloved weapons, especially his Force-A-Nature, might seem incredible strange. Maybe. What state of mind are you in at the moment?]

[Action B: Officer Scout McCann is out on patrol! Just his usual rounds, nothing out of the ordinary. Just keeping the quiet streets of Mayfield extra safe. That is, until, his mind wanders for a bit, and something seems wrong. Very wrong. Scout's got a lot of willpower for sure. Thinking on this too hard is starting to hurt. You might find him tucked in a corner somewhere, like an alleyway or between two buildings downtown, holding his head and grimacing in pain.]

What the hell is goin' on?

[Action C/phone call: Temporarily back to his senses, Scout runs back home, head still pounding. He's tearing through those trash cans to get his precious weapons back, then darts into the house to make a cryptic call to everyone.]

What's goin' on? My freakin' head, I-- It ain't just me, is it?!

Comments

C - Phone Call

[ooeeooahah]

No, it's not just you, Officer... there's - nng.

Something is really off-balance today.

[freakinblur]

Tell me about it. It feels like somethin's caving in my head. Geez. I wonder what's going on now.

[ooeeooahah]

I-I don't know, there's just so much that just hurts to think about.

Phone

[noluckduck]

... Y'mean the headaches or what? I'm gettin' those too.

[freakinblur]

Yeah. First that weird voice last night and now this? Tell me I wasn't imagining that, too.

[noluckduck]

Yeah, that sounded like...

... Shit, nevermind.

C

[sinistraljoker]

[Here ya go...another pained voice answering the phone. You might also hear the wrinkling of paper over the line as well.]

It's not just you. Something's...off today...

[freakinblur]

If by "off" ya mean "I can't think straight, also I think there's a clog dancin' team stuck inside my skull", then yeah, "off" works.

[sinistraljoker]

Clogs with bricks attached for me. It's like my head's going to implode at any second.

[His hand'll shake, the note paper in his hand audibly crunching against the phone.]

A

[glowing_skye]

[Scout's one of the few people whose friendship with Ema hasn't been too affected by the divorce/remarriage scandal.

As such, she has no problems approaching, although she does so while staring incredulously at the weapons he's discarding.]

Those seem a bit extreme for standard police issue. Or have they decided to become a branch of the army?

[freakinblur]

[He nods, and tosses the lid back onto the can with a clang.]

Tell me about it! I don't remember confiscatin' 'em, so I ain't sure where they came from, but man. That's way too much fire power.

Phone

[afterthesky]

Something is definitely--

Ah

[Every time she looks at that picture...]

Something's happening.

[freakinblur]

They're messin' with our heads again. I know it. I keep thinkin' how great it is here an' I hope I never gotta-- See, there I go again. Shit. [Uuugh ow]

[afterthesky]

There's a picture. Something about this picture... they don't want me looking at it.

[A]

[allwehad]

[Margot is not doing well today. She also might have a buzz going on and smells slightly of alcohol.

The only thing she has left from home is her eyepatch and scars (which were from an animal attack, right? But that seems so wrong and her head hurts...)

When she spots him, something in her noggin recognizes him as someone else before it's blinded out with thoughts of loving Mayfield.]

Scout -- ! [Grimaces.] I mean Officer McCann... What are you throwing out?

[freakinblur]

Hey Ma-- [Owowow][He looks down at the guns and staff in the trash, blinking. Thinking. No, thinking hurt so much today for some reason.] Contraband, I guess.

[allwehad]

Might heavy contraband...

[She frowns thoughtfully down at the weapon pile in the trash can. Doesn't he..?]

Don't you need those to fight those -- those... [Yeah. No. Thinking hurts and would be on a team called RED?]

A

[bye_to_yer_head]

Th' hell are you doin'? You might need that!

[freakinblur]

Huh? What for?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Fer zombies or aliens or whatever this troppo place throws at us!

*Wow okay. That hurt to say. Sniper pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing.*

Don't you think a police officer needs a weapon?

B

[commie_island]

[Cuba would love to know as ...wait why was he calling himself Cuba. Pedro stops rubbing the side of his head when he notices Scout that guy.]

Hey, you alright there?

[freakinblur]

Hey. I uh. I'm fine. [Nope. He's not. Seeing Cuba only makes his head hurts more as he tries to think about him.]

[commie_island]

Somethin' wrong with your head?

[His own hurts a lot.]

C

[shallbeavenged]

[Ai is sitting in the living room, looking over.]

What's wrong?

[freakinblur]

[Scout drops his reclaimed weapons on a chair, then flops onto the couch, holding his head.] I wish I knew, other than I can't frickin' think straight.