first errand.
backdated to nov. 23rd.
(( Action A // (Morning) 7133 Brooks Lane // Locked to Housemates ))
[[now, let's be clear. rigby doesn't live in the lap of luxury. in fact, he sleeps on a trampoline. that's hardly a comfortable surface for sleeping. but, regardless of that, he's aware from the get go that he is in a rather unpleasant situation when he wakes up in a dog house.
he slowly rolls out, barking out sarcastic, forced laughs.]] Ha. Ha. Ha. Mordecai, this is hilarious, man. I'm dyin' over he-- [[woah. this isn't the park. this isn't... anywhere that he's familiar with. slowly, he stands up on his hind legs and looks around. it's a yard to a strange house. and, around that said house are more identical (as well as unfamiliar) houses.]]
Okay, dude. Mordecai, seriously. Whatever joke you're playing, it needs to stop. It's not even funny! [[after a couple minutes of no response, he lets out an aggravated cry.]] Aaaaugggghh!! Dude, come on! [[again, no answer. so, mumbling the entire way, he walks over to the door and knocks as hard as his little furry arm will let him.]] Open up! [[more knocking!]]
(( Phone // Open ))
Hey, can anyone hear me? Look, this is important.
Do any of you have any video games? This place is so dull, I'm dying of boredom, I think.
(event) day 01.
(( Action B // (Afternoon) Around Mayfield // Open ))
[[there's a little brown raccoon scurrying about town, going to piles of rubble and abandoned houses and digging around wherever he can. in some, he finds bits of clothing, or perhaps a spare shoe. when he does find something, they go into a makeshift bag (made of tied together fabric scraps), and he sets off to another pile. it seems that being skilled in digging through garbage is working in his favor... if you approach, you'll hear him grumbling.]]
I haven't even been here for a week, and everything's blown up. What a load. Mordecai better find something good... Hmmph. I prefer Benson to this...
day 02.
(( Action C // (Afternoon) Around Mayfield // Open ))
Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!
[[rigby is flying through the streets at lightning speed. he looks pretty scared, and he sounds like it too.]] I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die, oh man, oh man! [[yes, he met the cannibals. and when it comes to fight or flight, rigby is pretty flighty. they're after him, and they don't seem like they're going to give up on catching the fuzzy critter.]]
(( Action A // (Morning) 7133 Brooks Lane // Locked to Housemates ))
[[now, let's be clear. rigby doesn't live in the lap of luxury. in fact, he sleeps on a trampoline. that's hardly a comfortable surface for sleeping. but, regardless of that, he's aware from the get go that he is in a rather unpleasant situation when he wakes up in a dog house.
he slowly rolls out, barking out sarcastic, forced laughs.]] Ha. Ha. Ha. Mordecai, this is hilarious, man. I'm dyin' over he-- [[woah. this isn't the park. this isn't... anywhere that he's familiar with. slowly, he stands up on his hind legs and looks around. it's a yard to a strange house. and, around that said house are more identical (as well as unfamiliar) houses.]]
Okay, dude. Mordecai, seriously. Whatever joke you're playing, it needs to stop. It's not even funny! [[after a couple minutes of no response, he lets out an aggravated cry.]] Aaaaugggghh!! Dude, come on! [[again, no answer. so, mumbling the entire way, he walks over to the door and knocks as hard as his little furry arm will let him.]] Open up! [[more knocking!]]
(( Phone // Open ))
Hey, can anyone hear me? Look, this is important.
Do any of you have any video games? This place is so dull, I'm dying of boredom, I think.
(event) day 01.
(( Action B // (Afternoon) Around Mayfield // Open ))
[[there's a little brown raccoon scurrying about town, going to piles of rubble and abandoned houses and digging around wherever he can. in some, he finds bits of clothing, or perhaps a spare shoe. when he does find something, they go into a makeshift bag (made of tied together fabric scraps), and he sets off to another pile. it seems that being skilled in digging through garbage is working in his favor... if you approach, you'll hear him grumbling.]]
I haven't even been here for a week, and everything's blown up. What a load. Mordecai better find something good... Hmmph. I prefer Benson to this...
day 02.
(( Action C // (Afternoon) Around Mayfield // Open ))
Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!
[[rigby is flying through the streets at lightning speed. he looks pretty scared, and he sounds like it too.]] I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die, oh man, oh man! [[yes, he met the cannibals. and when it comes to fight or flight, rigby is pretty flighty. they're after him, and they don't seem like they're going to give up on catching the fuzzy critter.]]