40th Inning

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[So Grady things putting his so-called police force in stupid costumes and making them work out in the cold is gonna get Scout down? Not a chance! He refuses to give him the satisfaction of being miserable. Cold weather? Not a problem. This guy is from Boston. Demeaning costume? Whatever, it's Christmas! He knows, much like everyone else,

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[weaponsparked]

[And who should pass by? This guy. He glances at the oddly costumed man, and looks as if he'll just keep on walking... until the voice registers.]

...

[He almost gets to say something, but bursts out laughing a little too quickly to.]

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[Yeah, that voice is pretty hard to mistake.

He glares at you for a moment and suppresses that gut reaction to just punch you in the nose. He puts on a smirk though.]

Yuck it up, pally, an' we'll see who gets coal in their stockin' on Christmas!

[weaponsparked]

[He tries his best to stop, really, he does.]

Coal...? Wha?

[freakinblur]

Oh yeah, Mr. I'm A Cool Space Alien So I Don't Know About Christmas. Ya gotta be nice ta the elves 'r ya ain't gettin' nothin' for Christmas, ya got that?

[weaponsparked]

No, I don't know about it.

... You're an elf? I thought you were human.

[freakinblur]

The way Mayfield's been slammin' it down everyone's throats, I figured someone oughta filled ya in by now.

It's called a costume, chucklehead. [He pops off the little plastic ears as a demonstration.]

[weaponsparked]

I remember vague details from last year. Mostly lights, gifts, and incredible emotional trauma. Not anything to do with elves...

Ah. A human in disguise. Who would have thought?

*chokes on drink* oh my god. hahaha

[freakinblur]

They're a pretty standard Christmas things. Package deal with Santa.

Yeah, wasn't there somethin' about drone heads in gifts last year?

You're more than meets the eye, Scout.

[weaponsparked]

I... think we sort of missed that deal, the last time around.

Mm, not that I know of. We were sent ten years into our own pasts... and then ten years into our respective futures. Futures here, in this town.

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That mighta been somethin' else. It was awhile ago someone told me about that, an' I asked her ta fill me in on some stuff I missed.

Wow, really? That's pretty weird, but I'll take that over tha last few big stunts they've been pullin'. Personally, I think we're in for a hell of a holiday this time around. That leaked call from the Mayor didn't sound so good.

[weaponsparked]

It might have been the year before last, yes.

I... I suppose it was better, in comparison. Not at the time, however. Most people didn't take their futures very ell. [He tilts his head.] No, it didn't. Although I do wonder if it was really leaked.

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I think it would be pretty cool to see my future like that! Huh. I guess it would be sucky if, like, people who died before then or somethin', though. How's yer future lookin'?

Yeah, ya never know. One 'a tha many things I hate about this place.

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You'd enjoy finding out that even ten years from now, you were still trapped here? [He shrugs, and shoves his hands into his pockets.] ... It was better than it could have been. Who knows how much that's changed, though.

I suppose there's little we can do but wait, isn't there?

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Okay, well, maybe not. But I don't think I'd believe it. No way Mayfield'd keep anyone THAT long. Right?

Guess so. I hate that. I just want it ta blow over already. Maybe we can have an awesome New Year's party 'r somethin' then.

[weaponsparked]

We don't exactly know how long some of the drones have been here... do we?

[He just gives him a look.] Please stop tempting fate. The town is going to overhear you, and do something horrible, out of spite.

[freakinblur]

Naw, we don't. People get moved around all the time, come back, leave again... hard ta keep track, really.

Damn, yer right. My lips 'r sealed.