47th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Phone, usual drone filters:]Awright, I had enough 'a this shit. I didn't get one 'a them letters, so I'll tell youse guys this: I've been here way too long an' been through way too much 'a this kinda nonsense. Mayfield ain't gonna give ya crap fer killin;' people or anythin' else. Ya think yer gonna go home or whatever, if ya gun down a kid or

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[commie_island]

[Cuba's been fighting...mentally. He betrayed his people...he should have done...No! That wasn't true! Betraying his people would be killing for this town!

He sounds tired.]

I'm still here.

Still not about to go and try an' kill people either...

Town's messin with our heads now though.

[freakinblur]

Good ta hear. Messin' with yer head? How?

[commie_island]

I got another letter. Apparently it came with "motivation."

Remember those forms they made us fill out....honestly?

[freakinblur]

I threw might out, but I remember readin' it. I wonder why I wasn't so "motivated" ta fill this thing out. There was somethin' on there about fears, right?

[freakinblur]

What?! Who-- what happened?!

[freakinblur]

No, wait--!

[He stares at the receiver helplessly for a moment before slamming it down.]

[electrowhipit]

Sideswipe's with me, but he's not... doing so well.

[freakinblur]

Whattaya mean? 'S he hurt? Or they messin's with his head too?

[electrowhipit]

Both, I think.

[freakinblur]

He need a doctor or somethin'? I can try 'n' find one.

[koyama_mitsuki]

[Mitsuki sounds very cautious and possibly like she's been crying. She has not left her house since the beginning of the ordeal. Normally she wouldn't reach out to someone she had never met, but she was scared and desperate.]

H-Hello?

[freakinblur]

[Scared girl?! Scout to the rescue!]

Yeah? Hello? Who's this?

[koyama_mitsuki]

I'm Mitsuki, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm not sure what to do. You asked if anyone needed help so I thought maybe...
Could you help me?

[freakinblur]

'Course. What's up? Ya get one 'a the letters?

[heartstar_blues]

[Have a Captain walking down the streets. Just staring ahead, dragging his feet and dragging a 9-iron across the pavement.

He doesn't seem to be looking at anyone. He might be drunk.

He's also crying.]

[freakinblur]

Rummy! Yo, Cap! [Scout jogs up to him.]

[heartstar_blues]

It's all over... I knew it was coming.

What did I think I was going to do about it?

[Muttering to himself, not even looking up to Scout as he approaches.]

[freakinblur]

Rummy? Yo, listen ta me! Don't tell me yer that drunk at a time like-- well maybe this ain't a bad time, but still...

Rummy? Ya in there?