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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
> Hello, you have reached the 1-800-HOTLINE Test Drive. We are currently unable to take your call. Whilst we put you on hold, feel free to play around for a while...
Waking up
Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.
The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.
Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.
Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.
Arataka Reigen | Mob Psycho 100
to ash and dust[Reigen is an absolute light-weight when it comes to alcohol--he gets drunk just from drinking a lemon sour, for pete's sake. Even so, despite waking in an unfamiliar motel, the panic and suspicion doesn't truly set in until the phone call: at least then he could have argued that maybe he had been too drunk to make it home and had booked a motel for the night. The phone call, however, implies it was someone else's doing.
So when he arrives in the lobby, adjusting his collar and tie in the face of the humidity, he takes one look around before he speaks.]
So... does this motel normally have vaguely-threatening wake up calls, or is that just considered complimentary along with the breakfast buffet here?
[... Reigen you were not supposed to mention the call, you just got here and literally broke rule 1 already.]
hungry
[He would really prefer ramen right now, but Mcdonalds is the next best cheap alternative when you're in an unfamiliar city and have very little money. He gets some burgers and fries, and while he is not a child that would appreciate the playplace, he does eye the toy he's been given with some amount of consideration.
Maybe he could pass this off to Mob as a gift once he's able to return back to Seasoning City? It kind of has a bad feeling to it though, so maybe he should make sure there's not a ghost that needs to be exorcised from it first. Or maybe he'll have that be part of the gift itself? Yes, that sounds valid.
In addition to the toy, he's... uh. Also pocketing the salt. Like, swiping all of the salt packets and dispensers here, for some reason??]
mcmurder
[Murder is way outside of Reigen's wheelhouse, so he's not even going to bother getting all detective sleuth here trying to solve it. Instead he waits... and waits... and waits to see if the police shows up, and when finding a payphone to call them doesn't pan out, he comes back and instead takes some wet floor signs from inside the McDonalds and props them up around the body like a barrier.
It's fine, nothing to worry about or see here. He's doing his bare minimum civic duty to make sure we're shielding any potential children on the Mcdonald's playground from seeing it and without tampering with too much evidence. And so people don't come over here and slip and fall from the blood like idiots... then again--]
Now that I think about it, how much would someone be able to get in a lawsuit for slipping in the blood of a dead man?
[... Is this the sort of thing you really want to be wondering about out loud Reigen...]
wildcard
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hungry
Tucking the toy into one of their many pockets, they notice a man taking...a lotta salt. How odd. Pyro wants to know what he's doing. And, of course, instead of going up and asking, they're going to watch what he does and see if they can extrapolate anything from that.
Don't mind them. They're just going to stand over Reigen's shoulder, breathing heavily and staring unblinkingly down at Reigen's actions.]
no subject
Give a guy a little warning next time instead of just sneaking up on me like that! You could have given me a heart attack just now!
[This is accompanied by some rather expressive hand gestures here as he points at Pyro too.]
no subject
They glance down at the mess on the ground in an almost disappointed fashion. C'mon, man, don't litter. They kneel down and start picking up salt packets one by one, placing them in their gloved hand. Once they collect a whole pile of packets, they straighten up and extend it towards Reigen as an offering.]
Ta-dah.
[Continue as you were.]
no subject
Uh... thanks?
no subject
Sllht.
[Ah. It's kind of hard to tell what they're saying, but Reigen can...probably figure it out. More importantly, they want to know what he was doing with the salt.]
Whht wrrh yuu dhhing wwhth ht?
no subject
[... There are no children here right now.
But he does at least make a more appropriate guess at the second part since they're offering the salt back for Reigen to take, which he is going to do just that.]
Now if you don't mind, I'll be taking this back for my job here.
mcmurder;
[ And here's Sephiroth, happening upon the blond as he's saying such things aloud, his gaze sweeping over the bloody mess in front of themselves. Yet, judging by the other's words, he's able to surmise it has been a decent while, and no authority has taken upon themselves to clean up the mess.
This situation was honestly so ridiculous it was laughable. ]
no subject
[This has been like, his tenth or eleventh thought he's had since seeing the body, Sephiroth. Give him some credit here.]
Also, hasn't anyone told you that sneaking up on people like that is rude?