2nd Pocket

[cuestickgenius]

[Phone]

[The voice on the other end sounds rather faint at first, then louder, then faint again, as if they keep moving the phone closer and further away from their head - or vice versa]

Okay, now press the- not that, the other one, the... come on, you can shoot a cue, you can dial a phone, it's not that- look, nevermind, just set it here, I don't even care.

[There's a clunking noise, like the phone hit glass almost, and the volume steadies]

Slick, Deuce, what's up on your end? I'm in... a situation.

[Action A; 463 Stone Street]

[That sure is Droog's body sitting at the kitchen table. And that sure is Droog's head in a jar. And that sure is his face mashed up against one side of the glass in the most undignified manner as his hands clumsily jam the filter end of a lit cigarette against the other.

Unsurprisingly, it's not working. He knows it's not working. But he's still trying. Addiction is a powerful thing.]

[Action B; outside 463 Stone Street]

[You probably notice the headless body in a dapper suit wandering around like a chicken with its head cut off an idiot, waving its hands about likes it's trying to feel around for something. You probably next notice the head in a jar lying on its side on the lawn, the irritated face of a very angry mobster clearly visible and, the reason you noticed it, its voice clearly audible.]

No, to your left... other left, come on. Over here, come on, closer, closer... no, that's towards the house, I'm over- damnit, this should not be this much trouble.

[Action C; Grocery Store]

[It's while browsing the aisles, looking through the various labels and brands that suddenly you find yourself face to face with another person. Not because you reached the end of the aisle, but because there is a head in a jar just sitting on the shelf, glaring angrily at you.]

Yeah, what are you looking at?

[Action D; Some street on some hill or even slight incline]

OH MY GOD DAMNIT HOW DID YOU EVEN-

[A string of curses doppler's past you, or perhaps it coming straight towards you, or whatever. The point is, it's headed downhill, and if you bother to look, you can clearly see some kind of jar rolling down the street and a man in a suit chasing frantically after it. Only the man doesn't have a head, and the cursing seems to be coming from the jar]

-GODDAMN LOUSY STUPID BODY, CAN'T EVEN RUN FASTER THAN A HEAD WITHOUT LEGS, LUCKY THE GLASS DIDN'T-

[Perhaps you could go stop the jar for him, since he's obviously having trouble catching up with it. Or perhaps you could do the wise thing and pretend you didn't see and go about your day.]

Comments

[cuestickgenius]

It ain't in this aisle, so hell if I know. 's too clumsy to make it out of the store though. [Or so he hopes]

[justdumbluck]

I haven't seen any headless people runnin' around here.

[ He pauses, debating whether to help this guy out or not. ]

What's it-uh, you- look like?

[ A headless body shouldn't be too hard to find. ]

[cuestickgenius]

Taller than you - well, not without my head, I guess - dressed in a black suit... look, can you just pick me up and take me around the store? I'll tell you if I see it.

[justdumbluck]

Fine.

[ He sets down his groceries and carefully lifts the jar off the shelf. ]

Hey, if I drop this, will you die?

[cuestickgenius]

Don't you dare.

[justdumbluck]

I was just askin'...

[ Firo laughs. Since he thinks this guy could afford to be just a little bit more grateful, he starts shifting the jar between his hands as he walks. Just to mess with him a little. ]

[cuestickgenius]

You tryin' to make me sick, kid?

[He's grimacing... this is starting to make him dizzy, especially since it causes his head to kind of... sloosh around inside the jar]

[justdumbluck]

Don't call me kid.

[ He does his best to ignore the weird sloshy sounds coming from the jar as he picks up his pace a little. ]

[cuestickgenius]

[He opens his mouth and closes it again. He's not exactly in a position to argue.]

Fine, what's your name?

[justdumbluck]

[ And immediately he stops agitating the jar. ]

Firo Prochainezo. What's yours?

[cuestickgenius]

[He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get that dizzy feeling to go away]

Diamonds Droog. You a human?

[justdumbluck]

Nice too meet'cha. What else would I be?

[cuestickgenius]

I dunno, a troll? Or maybe a proper carapace? God damn, it seems like there's a lot of you guys here.

[justdumbluck]

[ He stops to peer down another aisle. ]

What's a carapace? And what are you?

[cuestickgenius]

It's what I am, when I'm not stuck in this monkey suit. Got a nice, shiny black - or white - shell, none of this ridiculous fleshy pink nonsense. At least the damn trolls were almost the right color.

[justdumbluck]

[ He stops walking. ]

Shell? ...Wait, wait, are you sayin' you're like a clam or somethin'?

[cuestickgenius]

What? No, are you an idiot? I'm an upright, standing being with, surprise surprise, a carapace!

[justdumbluck]

You said you had a shell!

[ He sighs, frowning a bit. ]

Look, if ya can't be polite I'm just gonna drop this thing.

[cuestickgenius]

Shell, exeskeleton, carapace, same thing.

[He opens his mouth, closes it, grumbles a bit.]

Sorry about that, I messed something up

[justdumbluck]

[ Firo carries onto the next aisle with the hint of a triumphant smile. ]

Doesn't somethin' like that make it hard to move around?

[cuestickgenius]

Not really. 's got joints. And it's a sight more protective than this skin and- ow!

[His yell is simultaneous to a loud crashing noise from the next aisle over]

[justdumbluck]

Ya think that's it?

[ Without waiting for an answer, Firo starts running over to where the noise came from. In his haste, he neglects to take any measures to stop Droog's head from sloshing around. ]

[cuestickgenius]

Seems likely- woah, hey!

[Urggh, he's going to be sick...

Still, the next aisle over, they find what appears to be a man in a suit collapsed under an avalanche of cans. A headless man.]

That's the one.

[justdumbluck]

Sorry.

[ It's not very sincere.

He slows down by the body and kicks some of the cans away. ]

So is this thing just gonna carry you around, or is there some way to stick your head back on?

[cuestickgenius]

I gotta carry myself... hey, come on, get up!

[Stirring, the body starts digging its way out from under the cans, unsteadily getting to its feet]