action; both :|bironicjournalNovember 21 2011, 04:52:11 UTC
[ Today is Bro's day to dick around within the general vicinity of the tailor shop. Take a marker to nearby posters here and there, think to himself how absolutely unaffected by the giant bad trip of a weekend he was, and... not go into the shop because apparently he's supposed to work there and fuck that.
... huh. Such a fifties looking couple these two are. Must be drones. ]
'sup. Know where the next underground Commie meeting is gonna be or do I have to find that myself?
Posting order Bro/Mom/DadpinkscarfladyNovember 21 2011, 05:00:45 UTC
[Well, ask a stupid question... She smiles and without missing a beat responds.]
Just down the street you'll see a little cafe. Go around the back and up a floor, knock on the door three times and say 'Comrade Joe sent me.' They should let you right in. If you hurry, you can make the discussion of the growing capitalist threat.
Hey, positively snappy of you. Don't get that outta many folks here in our humble shantytown, it's a damn shame. [ Ah well, so much for a little trolling. ]
Name's Strider. [ Giving.... one of those weird sideways high five secret club handshake dealies, sob. ] Welcome to Mayfield. You two are smack-dab in the middle of an all-inclusive faux fifties town, fighting the threat of communism and given every good fucking opportunity to kick the bucket. Great with tourists.
Yeah, we've got guest-hostages on every street out here. Pickin' up new jobs, a house in the suburbs, the occasional zombie breakout or alien invasion. Pretty boring for the most part.
About on the money there. Near as I've been able to figure, there's no point in everybody bein' tossed into this salad bowl. Nothing that's not probably a token supervillain excuse, at least.
What, that your kid? [ So that'd be John Egbert if his guess is right. Almost a familiar name. Man, maybe he should've spent less time kicking Dave's ass and more reading over his shoulder on the interweb.
...nah. Could be a cousin or a bro or something. ] Keep your eyes peeled while you're out and about, bromosapien. He might be here livin' in one of our many family units. Kids, ex-wives, grandmas, cuddly pets-- you never know who'll show up.
... huh. Such a fifties looking couple these two are. Must be drones. ]
'sup. Know where the next underground Commie meeting is gonna be or do I have to find that myself?
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Just down the street you'll see a little cafe. Go around the back and up a floor, knock on the door three times and say 'Comrade Joe sent me.' They should let you right in. If you hurry, you can make the discussion of the growing capitalist threat.
[Yeah, she's teasing you.]
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Now, dear, you know it's not nice to tease people.
[Grinning and taking his pipe out, he turns to point with it, back down in the direction they just came from.]
The meeting's actually in a back room in the warehouse just across town.
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My apologies. We would have come up with something better, but we're a bit out of our depth right now. We only just woke up here this morning.
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[Dad smiles, extending a hand for a shake.]
The name's Egbert, by the way. And this is my wife.
[Yup, he's totally just rolling with this whole 'suddenly married' thing.]
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[Boys and their little secret handshakes, how cute.]
It's nice to know we aren't the only unwilling tourists in town.
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[He chuckles a bit.]
Though it really doesn't seem too bad here so far.
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[Really more of a statement than a question.]
Is there any point to all of this? Or is it merely some sort of grand social experiment?
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...nah. Could be a cousin or a bro or something. ] Keep your eyes peeled while you're out and about, bromosapien. He might be here livin' in one of our many family units. Kids, ex-wives, grandmas, cuddly pets-- you never know who'll show up.
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