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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
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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.
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[Ray ponders this even more. It's pretty easy to make enemies with his job, but to include people he doesn't recognize in this kidnapping scheme?
It's weird and he has no idea what to make of it.]
Hey, do you have any possible enemies? Maybe if we have any common enemies it could help narrow down who the possible culprit could be.
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[The type to do something like kidnapping people and throwing threats]
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[...]
And Walter Peck, but I doubt he's behind this.
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So what, we got kidnapped by...gangster occultists?
[Britt sure doesn't believe in the supernatural at all, so what he's imagining when he hears 'supernatural origins' is pretty horror movie cliché]
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It's possible! I don't wanna jump to conclusions without more evidence but this does seem like something a gang or the supernatural would do.
Hm, maybe a demon could have done this?
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...okay, that's slightly more likely, he guesses?]
Yeah, we could be in hell. [Hell, Michigan] You know what they say, they try to make hell look fun or whatever.
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[... Yeah ok then.]
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[Are you insane, man?]
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[...]
Oh, I wasn't there for the reasons you'd think! I was helping someone both times I went.
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[It's a relief Ray didn't say he died twice, because that'd be impossible, he thinks]
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[Uh Britt
Do you want to hear how on earth this connects to Ray getting sent to hell.]
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I get it now. You're messing with me, that's what you're doing.
[Goodbye suspension of disbelief]
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No I'm not! Trust me, I couldn't make up that story even if I wanted to.
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[Even though he doesn't believe it at all, there's an underlying sense of morbid curiosity here. Will he regret it, he wonders]