Thirty Fourth PSI
[Oh boy oh boy it was regain time hooray. The only sense of fairness the town seemed to have was that it at least rewarded them (sort of) after forcing them to suffer through various atrocities. Lucas picks up the package with a faint smile and brings it to the front porch, sitting down there to open it. What could it be? PK Love back for real, hopefully. It would be nice to have his full offensive power back - Relying on PK Flash tended to be a risky sort of thing, and honestly, he didn't like the idea of affecting everyone who so much as caught a glimpse of the flash.
He'd be happy with whatever he got back, though, so he pulls open the ribbon and triumphantly takes off the top and -- ]
E-Eeuuuuagghhhh! T-That smell . . . !
[Welcome to Mayfield, little stinkbug. Lucas coughs and chokes and runs around a little; the stinkbug suitably sends a few more clouds of noxious gas at him in panic before it skitters out of the box and escapes.]
[action 1]
[Lucas is on his hands and knees, crawling around! In the middle of his yard, in the middle of your yard, in the middle of the sidewalk, and, uh. In the middle of the road, blocking traffic obliviously! His walking table is intelligent enough to stand in front of him so in case any cars come, Lucas is not run over but swerved around, instead. None have so far, though.]
[action 2]
[The scent of the stinkbug is strong in your house! Whether this is because the stinkbug is actually hiding in your house or because Lucas is covered with the stench and is rummaging through your cabinets is up for debate.]
[action 3]
[Lucas is nowhere to be found for this one. Instead, you now have a rather grotesquely large bug crawling on your hand, legs, or if you're feeling particularly adventurous, head and face. If you play this one right, you may become privy to a bizarre and moving tale . . . The stinkbug is the keeper of memories, telling the truth of the story behind the formation of the Nowhere Islands, Lucas's home.]
[voice]
[That night, when all the commotion had died down, Lucas will make a call that he continually toggles between public and private before he finally decides he has nothing to lose.]
So . . . Um. Everyone knows that there's a dance coming up by now, right? ...It sounds like it might be fun. After everything we've gone through . . . maybe it will be a good opportunity to relax and get to know more people. ...I didn't want to go to the last one, but it turned out to be pretty OK.
[After some more awkward hemming and hawing, eventually, Lucas gets to the point.]
I, ah. Actually, I'd like to ask a favor. I-I . . . I'd like to ask.... That, um. It'd be nice if -- . . . Possibly. It's OK if there's no one who can, b-but if anyone could teach me how to dance........
He'd be happy with whatever he got back, though, so he pulls open the ribbon and triumphantly takes off the top and -- ]
E-Eeuuuuagghhhh! T-That smell . . . !
[Welcome to Mayfield, little stinkbug. Lucas coughs and chokes and runs around a little; the stinkbug suitably sends a few more clouds of noxious gas at him in panic before it skitters out of the box and escapes.]
[action 1]
[Lucas is on his hands and knees, crawling around! In the middle of his yard, in the middle of your yard, in the middle of the sidewalk, and, uh. In the middle of the road, blocking traffic obliviously! His walking table is intelligent enough to stand in front of him so in case any cars come, Lucas is not run over but swerved around, instead. None have so far, though.]
[action 2]
[The scent of the stinkbug is strong in your house! Whether this is because the stinkbug is actually hiding in your house or because Lucas is covered with the stench and is rummaging through your cabinets is up for debate.]
[action 3]
[Lucas is nowhere to be found for this one. Instead, you now have a rather grotesquely large bug crawling on your hand, legs, or if you're feeling particularly adventurous, head and face. If you play this one right, you may become privy to a bizarre and moving tale . . . The stinkbug is the keeper of memories, telling the truth of the story behind the formation of the Nowhere Islands, Lucas's home.]
[voice]
[That night, when all the commotion had died down, Lucas will make a call that he continually toggles between public and private before he finally decides he has nothing to lose.]
So . . . Um. Everyone knows that there's a dance coming up by now, right? ...It sounds like it might be fun. After everything we've gone through . . . maybe it will be a good opportunity to relax and get to know more people. ...I didn't want to go to the last one, but it turned out to be pretty OK.
[After some more awkward hemming and hawing, eventually, Lucas gets to the point.]
I, ah. Actually, I'd like to ask a favor. I-I . . . I'd like to ask.... That, um. It'd be nice if -- . . . Possibly. It's OK if there's no one who can, b-but if anyone could teach me how to dance........