Sixth Dark Hole [Action/Phone]

[cueball]

[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.]

Comments

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

It's a shame about it, though. It was a nice looking one.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

It was the one I was given back in late May. It never served much purpose other than as a flagrant symbol of my accomplishment.

[That accomplishment being someone who killed the most people during on of Mayfield's "episodes".]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what'd you do to earn it? [He already figures it's something like that, honestly.]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[A sigh.]

Just some information gathering work. Tedious really.

[Not so much of a lie, when that was his whole purpose for slaughtering people.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Tch, everything's tedious, around this place.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Only as tedious as you want it to be. Everyone chooses their own fate, even in a place like this. You are choosing for things to be tedious.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Guess it's better than some alternatives.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

You could be stuck with no choice.

Which also happens in this town frequently.

[He says with a slight laugh.]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Spike snorts] Yeah, more often than not, seems like.

Are you.. alright?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Not exactly, but I will be fine soon enough. That sort of bright side is an uplifting sentiment for captives in here.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Or you know, not. Dead things ought to stay dead, I think.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

And how often does that happen? The dead can't be of much use.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Depends on the dead thing.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Reviving someone only requires a corpsesmooch. Or is that such a trouble for you humans?

[Nevermind that someone needs to be playing Sburb to do that. Scratch knows, but he may as well have fun.]