cueball | Sixth Dark Hole [Action/Phone]

[It was an average for Doc Scratch of 916 Bilko Boulevard. He awoke early, got some coffee and breakfast and went out the door to his job. Being a car salesman sure was hard work, but he was more than happy to serve the citizens of Mayfield their automobiles. At the end of the work day, he gets into his own car and begins driving back home. Home to his darling children, darling wife and wonderful-----

And then he snaps out of it. It's very sudden, but he suddenly regains conscious control of his body.

.....

And he can't drive this car.

.....]

Oh for the love of--

[A; In town]

[Today Mayfield decided to undrone him. That's nice and all, but did they need to do it while he was driving a car that he didn't even know how to drive? Luckily, the wonders of teleportation mean that he was able to get himself out without crashing and dying. He dropped onto the ground as a result and got slightly bruised on his human head (which he is now gingerly rubbing every now and then), but he is otherwise unharmed.

The car was not so lucky.

Someone might walk by him, as he stands a few feet away from the dark red car, observing how it crashed straight into a telephone pole. He is noticeably not wearing his regular white suit, but a more tacky beige one. He looks rather disorientated, so warning to all those that approach: he may not be as smooth as he normally is on the uptake.

Alternatively, you might come by just as he waves his hand and watch as the crashed car momentarily glows green and then vanishes from sight.]

[B; Phone]

According to my calendar, it seems I have been droned since the end of August. I do appreciate the break, but they should practice a bit on the 'undroning' portion. I can't comment much on the experience, but I digress. If anyone could inform me on any major events that happened during my absence, I would be quite thankful. Spare me any personal stories, because I admittedly don't care and I don't have the energy to feign care.

[ooc: Off hiatus officially with this.]

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Claws certainly aren't preferable. [Not that anything related to physical intimacy is in his opinion.] I would rather just have a meal and some rest in this hotel. Too bad I missed it.

I don't really think the stay was supposed to be all that restful. Relaxing, sure. Not so much with the sleeping, though.

What do you mean? Hotel rooms are for lodging when you cannot go home, yes?

[At least that's what he thinks it is. Hotels don't really exists on the moon.]

Well yeah, but uh- it was supposed to be a romantic getaway. Full of rest and relaxation, sure, but that wasn't supposed to be priority numero uno.

[ Xander is starting to worry he's going to have to have the birds and the bees conversation with someone he hardly knows, hooo boy. ]

...Ah I see. You mean for mating. Humans do that sort of thing without the intention of producing offsprings, if I am right. Which I am.

You're right, yeah. With all the rightness you were expecting. Not all of us did the mating thing but that was definitely the intention.

I wonder why they would want us to mate. It seems...grotesque to give birth under these circumstances.

Especially when they've already proven they've got far better ways to repopulate this city. Don't even want to know what would've happen if i'd tried... mating with my wife, she'd probably cut me in two before I could even finish.

-- The sentence, I mean.

Hee Hee.

Humans are very strange. Mating for pleasure more than for evolutionary needs. At least you do not use buckets.

And why exactly would we want to use buckets in the first place? I don't exactly see those fitting in anywhere. Literally or figuratively.

You would put the genetic material in the bucket, not on your body.

... And tell me again why I would want to do a thing like that. It sounds like a bad day at the beach.

To reproduce and further the existence of your race. Why else?

[Sheesh use your head Xander!]

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