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

[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?]

[freakinblur]

Why wouyld I... [He trails off, and looks down at them. Especially that crazy mace. He DOES need them? Or not. His head starts to hurt and he rubs his temple with one hand.]

[allwehad]

For... crime fighting... right? [That's what makes the most sense and her frown deepens.] Not that anything bad happens here in Mayfield.

[freakinblur]

Yeah! I mean, Mayfield don't need so much... It's kinda... What?

[allwehad]

What? Peaceful, I guess.

[She's going to let the happy Mayfield moments take over for a bit. She doesn't know much longer she can fight off the headache before she wants to pass out and the alcohol isn't making it any easier.]

So, uh... How's tricks?

[freakinblur]

Great, other than my head freakin' hurtin' outta nowhere.