[TEST] DRIVE IT LIKE YOU STOLE IT

[reapsthewind]

I HONESTLY COULDN'T THINK OF A GOOD PICTURE SO THANKS LAVVY

Here, have the slightly more relevant song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_nLlL1mwKI

Anyway, this is a random scenario test drive meem, since we've had an influx of new potential appers. I am a bit too lazy to make this a proper meem, so you make your own shit up. Here's some inspirational scenarios:

> The Mall. The hell are you doing out in the suburbs, bro? And why is that woman trying so hard to sell you nail polish?
> The Park. MAN IT IS A NICE D-- shit is that a Vermicelli or whatever the monsters are called?
> Arts & Crafts Fair. Cute knit cat cozies! Bad pretzels! YEAH.
> Rainy Day. It's wet and you're stuck at the bus stop. HOW DEGRADING.
> You get an echo while someone else is around. SHIT. PARANOIA TIME.

Or make up your own!

Comments

[knight_of_heart]

[ Oh thank God, Grandma still has her reflexes about her. That she dodges is a relief, but that she catches it, as well, is impressive! ]

Wow! Good catch! [ Wait, inappropriate reaction. Still, as Horace catches up and moves to grab the unruly canvas thing by a strut, his grin is only half as apologetic as it should be. ]

I mean sorry. Thanks. Sorry. Are you alright, ma'am?

[walkerofearth]

[Kids these days... Lenore glances back up, but apparently whatever had been there was easily spooked.]

Yes, yes. You know you should be more careful! Could've had a little adventure trying to find this thing.

[knight_of_heart]

[ He rolls the tent out of the way and upright again, but this time keeps his wits about him enough not to let go of it. Don't need the wind getting ideas again. ]

Hey, who's afraid of a little adventure? I mean, if it didn't involve the running over little old ladies part. Sorry, I got distracted by Squirrelzilla. Now that's something you don't want hanging around the same place as a bunch of kids, right?

[walkerofearth]

[She elects to ignore the crack.]

You had a clearer look at it, then? I thought its legs were too long to be a proper squirrel. Someone's had an escaped monkey?

ps - who IS that pb? her expressions are fantastic

[knight_of_heart]

[ He'd have been befuddled if she'd called him on it, anyway. What do you mean it was rude? ]

Huh... I didn't think of that! Yeah, maybe? Maybe it's just looking for its people? Kinda felt like it was staring. I was starting to think maybe it was rabid.

...Shit, I hope it's not a rabid monkey.

[walkerofearth]

[Helen Mirrem! She's so amazingly expressive.]

Just what we need. [Lenore wraps her left hand around her hooks for a second.] Most animals are bolder rabid but I'm not a virologist. Still, can't just leave something like that to run loose.

[knight_of_heart]

[ The hooks so far have escaped Horace's notice, and continue to do so. He's staring up at the trees again, his expression so intent that it's almost comical. ]

I had a run-in with a raccoon once. Wasn't pretty. But if it's a monkey it might just be tame. I'd rather run into a tame monkey than rabid Squirelzilla.

[ Either way they should definitely call Animal Control, but Horace sometimes forgets the obvious. Instead he winds up thinking: ]

If it's rabid I sure can't go get my gun and bring it to a public park, though... and it might run off in the meanwhile.

[walkerofearth]

If it's a rabid monkey, now, that would be perfect. [Her voice is completely level when she snarks.] No, firing into the air rarely ends well. I'd say call whoever they have for animals here, but they probably need something more sound than "a hiding squirrel that looked weird".

[knight_of_heart]

[ And you know who is totally oblivious to (or at least unwounded by) the snarking? This guy. If anything, it's almost oddly familiar... reminiscent of an old friend Horace doesn't quite remember.

It's a subtle little effect on his demeanor, but he really is listening to Lenore, almost like he's just waiting for her to tell him what to do. ]

So should I try and flush it out? I don't want it just sitting up there if it's going to be trouble later. I've got my kid here with me, you know.

[walkerofearth]

Maybe. [Squinting upwards] I think if this one jumped into a different tree it'd be pretty obvious. But how would you do that, pray tell? That good a climber? I know I'm not.

Your kid's watched for now? For every one thing you see there's I don't know how many you don't.

[knight_of_heart]

Yeah, he's with my brother.

[ With his free hand he gestures in a vague 'thataway' direction, but then he's dragging that unruly tent of his out of the way and, with the efficiency of a seasoned outdoorsman, collapses it enough that the wind won't be springing off with it again any time soon.

Then he's considering the trees, assessing their sturdiness and the layout of their branches. Climber? Sure, he's a climber. Gotta get up a tree before you can set a hunting blind in it. He makes his choice and moves over to it, using nothing but bare hands and boots against the tree trunk to hoist himself up. ]

Holler if you see anything move!

[walkerofearth]

[Kids these days. Lenore sighs and gets several steps back for a better view and to not get hit by any stray bits of bark or branch, and is deadpan again.]

Well I'm impressed. Nothing yet!

[knight_of_heart]

[ Is this really a guy climbing up a tree in search of what may or may not be a rabid monkey? It really is. For all his concern for his kid, he seems a little short on concern for himself.

He's no monkey-Squirrelzilla thing, he doesn't zip up with weightless ease, but he's got arm strength and leg strength and coordination. Once he's a little higher off the ground than he is tall, holding securely to the tree trunk, he shades his eyes and looks around.

Then he starts reaching out with one hand and shaking branches to try and startle something into moving.

Whose idea was this, again? ]