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

[surf_n_makai]

That's kinda creepy. Headless Diamonds...

[Kono sighs.]

Right now we're both pretty worthless, huh?

[cuestickgenius]

Seems like. It'll be a miracle if we can get through this alive.

[surf_n_makai]

Yeah. Although personally I'd like to stay alive. The revival machine being broken and all, who knows what'll happen to us.

[cuestickgenius]

Staying alive is usually the better option, questionable revival machinations or not.

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono nods.]

Yeah. Dying... well, it's not something I'd want to do again. Ever.

[cuestickgenius]

You've died here before?

[surf_n_makai]

Yeah. It was awful. Radiation poisoning. The whole town was destroyed, and people got really sick and died. If the zombies didn't get you...

[Kono's voice trails off, and she sighs.]

I really hate it here.

[cuestickgenius]

Slow and painful. Pretty bad on the list of ways to go.

Is there anyone who likes it?

[surf_n_makai]

Not that I've met. Maybe there's someone from someplace absolutely horrible that thinks this is better, but I haven't met them yet.

[cuestickgenius]

Would have to be one hell of a shithole. Well, I guess this place is semi decent when it's not screwing with our shit... at least we ain't starving or something.

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono lets out a small, humorless laugh.]

That was Christmas. Limited food, limited electricity, limited heat.

[cuestickgenius]

"Limited" is better than "none".

[surf_n_makai]

Yeah, limited is better than none. Still not great.

[Kono sighs and slumps down further into her pond.]

[cuestickgenius]

...definitely could be loads better.

[he winces as his body stumbles clumsily while trying to bend down so it can pick him up, falling awkwardly on its hands and knees.]

Well, let's see if we can't make it a bit better then.

[surf_n_makai]

If you have a plan for that right now, I'm listening. Not sure I'm gonna be much help, but I'm listening.

[cuestickgenius]

Not a one. Gotta figure out what the hell's going on and what we can do about it first.

[Sitting up, he manages to grab his head and start getting to his feet. No point in wandering around the lawn all day now that he's asserted some semblance of control over his body for now.]

[surf_n_makai]

Hey, that was pretty good. Almost coordinated or something.

Who knows why they're doing the surgeries. Someone said something about a phone call, but I missed it.

[cuestickgenius]

Yeah. It's not so bad sometimes. Just when I stop thinking about it, it kinda gets a mind of its own...

I wouldn't trust anything they tell us.

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono nods.]

Fast learner.

Good luck keeping control over your body. Which is the weirdest thing I've said in a while.

[cuestickgenius]

Yeah, well... good luck with the gill-breathing thing...

[And down the street he goes, looking mostly normal except he's got his head under one arm, but he just knows something's going to go wrong soon... it's that kind of day.]