3 (Kono hates her life just a little bit today)

[surf_n_makai]

[Action A - Zemekis Corp. Offices, morning]
[Secretary.  This must be one of the worst jobs in Mayfield, although Kono really doubts that, honestly.  However, she is very, very sick of typing on an ancient typewriter, taking notes, filling coffee mugs, and hearing every pet name in the book.  After exploding at the first guy who called her

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B - ACTION

[webball]

[Peter walks purposefully up the street, determined to hit the high school up and try to figure some things out. He nearly has a heart attack when he hires a gunshot not twenty feet away. He dives to the ground, eyes darting wildly. Where, oh where is that Spider Sense when you need it!?]

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono hasn't noticed that she's just scared the ever-loving crap out of her neighbors as she finishes her clip. It's only when she turns around and notices that someone's on the ground with his arms over his head looking around for a sniper.]

Hey, sorry, brah. Just target practice.

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

[PANT PANT PANT PANT]

[Peter wipes his forehead and slowly rises to his feet, hands still slightly in the air for the nice gun-lady.]

Target practice?! Jeez, I thought the Communists were coming. ...I mean, who else would it be shooting in 50's suburbia?

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono's lowered her gun, so his hands up just look awkward. She's not going to shoot him, honest.

Wait. She kind of recognizes that voice.

Hey, have we talked? Maybe on the phone?

Peter, right?

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

...?

[Peter squints a little, trying to figure out who she is. She seems familiar... and then it hits him as he remembers that trademark Hawaiian slang.]

Kono! Yeah! Hiya!

[He grins. Then he realizes his hands are still up so he drops em.]

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

[Yeah, she was so right - spaz. But he seems ok otherwise. She smiles at him.]

Yup. Nice to meet you face to face.

Sorry again. Just... keeping up my skills. There's not much else to do around here. At least not that I've found so far.

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

[Peter hops over the fence or shrubbery and extends a friendly hand, grinning.]

Don't mind me, Officer, I'm just passin' through.

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono shakes his hand.]

Where you headed?

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

Welp, remember that teaching gig I told you about? I figured I might check the high school out, try to find some clues or something. At the very least, determine what I'm in for.

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

What, besides high schoolers? I guess that's a good idea, so you at least know what subject you teach.

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

Right. Because you crushed me by telling me Cereal Making is not a real option.

[He peers at the line of popped cans. Impressive marksmanship... Not that he's a great judge of that.]

Do I sense some hostility...? Against canned goods, maybe?

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

[Kono follows Peter's eyes to the can.]

Yeah... kinda blowing off some steam. It was just an annoying kind of day.

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

I get those. A lot. Like a LOT a lot. I have this thing, see, it's called Parker Luck. It's basically a curse that means The Big G Upstairs gets to throw banana peels at me until I slip on one and break my face, or anyone else's leg who happens to be nearby.

...Metaphorically speaking, o'course.

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

Wow. That does sound like bad luck. I'll make sure not to stand too close.

[Kono smiles at him before unloading her gun and putting the safety back on - she's done taking her frustration out on poor, defenseless cans.]

Re: B - ACTION

[webball]

[Pete does his best Sigmund Freud/foreign psychiatrist impression]

So....? Tell me about yoah day. I see zat you are finding an outlet for ze frustration you experience in a way that is of little satisfaction for you. How does zat make you feel...?

Re: B - ACTION

[surf_n_makai]

Makes me feel pretty pissy, brah.

Nothing specific, just. I haaaate being stuck in an office all day. I hate filling coffee cups. I hate sharpening pencils. I hate being called "doll" and "toots" and "sweetheart" and "honey."