[ Showcase #8 - Trickeration ]

[viridian_knight]

[A - 1491 Kramden Road - Morning - joint post w/ loistheintrepid]

[Today, Mayfield, is a day for constructive things. When you've tracked in God-only-knows all over your home during a freak zombie infestation, your concerns quickly go from how to salvage the carpet to "oh Jesus BURN EVERYTHING". Since both non-droned occupants of the house are already allergic

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D! Glorious, adorable D!

[loistheintrepid]

[Lois is pretty sure she's high. All the fumes from the painting mixed with the dust they've raised have her in a strange mood, and she's currently lying face up in the middle of the living room, one leg crossed over the other as she contemplates the ceiling of their mid-renovation abode.]

Hey, Chief? How about purple? And not the mauve kind of purple, but like... like a lavender.

D!

[viridian_knight]

[Hal is cushioned on the plastic-swathed couch, reading the back of the record sleeve and idly tapping his foot along with Minnie the Moocher. His response is a little late.]

What? Oh...really, lavender? Isn't that a little...

['Girly' first comes to mind. He's letting her lead on the project, but he's not without an opinion.]

...too close to the pink end of the spectrum?

[loistheintrepid]

[She pursed her lips in a smirk, tilting her head to the side to catch his gaze.]

Well we're not painting it green, for God's sake. [She rolled onto her stomach, reaching out for the record sleeve he was holding.] What's that?

[viridian_knight]

[His expression is one of feigned innocence.

He's going to suggest green for the kitchen.]

Cab Calloway. [A gesture indicates that's what they're listening to, and he offers her the sleeve. Stretching his hands over his head, he wallows a little more into the couch like a lazy bum.]

Swing. Jive? Pretty dated even for the 50's, but if I have to listen to Bill Haley again, I'll kill something.

A

[demonoaths]

[He has no idea why he keeps coming here, really. Maybe it's just to creep out Hal and Lois, maybe it's just because his feet seem to like walking here. Whatever it is, he's now standing in front of the house, staring at the garage sale.]

...What the hell is all that?

A

[viridian_knight]

Hey, Mao!

[Hal offers a wave around a cardboard box stuffed with so many kitschy tchotchkes that the whole of Etsy, were it around, would be insanely jealous. He sets it down on one of the tables they've set out for the occasion.]

Never seen a garage sale before?

d)

[princecreepshow]

[He's leaning his arms against the windowsill, , propping his head on top of them in turn.] Hello~ What're you doing~?

d)

[viridian_knight]

[Hal's sitting on the floor, thumbing through his record collection. There's a few that should have gone in the sale earlier, and are tossed aside- The Sunshine Maybelle Sisters' Good Country Love is definitely not going to be on his playlist anytime soon. He looks up at the voice.

Oh. Probably should have closed the windows earlier.]

Taking a break. Do I know you?

Re: d)

[princecreepshow]

[As if he's not bothering enough, Bel jumpes up on the windowsill.]

No you don't~

[doofenstrudel]

[Yard sale? Yes please! Doctor Doofenshmirtz is making his way through the renovation remnants with a look of intense thought on his face.

That thought is primarily how am I going to get all of this home?

He has finished inspecting the lamps, and is now digging around for additional appliances to assess.]

[viridian_knight]

[Hal recognizes a man who takes their "please God just get rid of it" sale seriously.]

Can I help you find something?

[doofenstrudel]

[Of course he's taking this seriously! This is a man that needs PARTS.]

Yes, actually! Are you getting rid of any radios? Do you have any other lamps? Anything with wiring in general?

Also? I'll take all of that carpeting. It looks... dry. Prone to static. Yes?

C

[foretastes]

[Just a waitress! She's a younger girl- about 13- with red eyes, grey skin, and horns.

Aaaaand she nearly spills his order on him.]

Here you g-- ah, hehehe, sorry! [She barely manages to balance the tray in time.]

C

[viridian_knight]

[In his experience? She's no stranger than the kinds of people he works with back home. His reflexes tell him to grab the tray, but then she has it well in hand, literally, and he relaxes.]

That was a close one! First day?

[foretastes]

No, I'm blind! [she says it cheerfully enough, and strangely, doesn't seem to be joking.] Weeeeell, I've been here about a week.