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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.
h u n g e r
Without making much of a sound, he's suddenly sitting next to Tonegawa, resting his cheek playfully in his hand, looking between the toy and the man with a delighted curiosity.]
Oh? Could it be - don't tell me! [He brings his hands to the table with a thud, pushing himself up, and grins expectantly at Tonegawa.] You're an exorcist!
[And then, with brief pause.]
Was that it, the right answer?
no subject
[Second order of business: "exorcist".]
[Now that wasn't an accusation he got often, or at all. The closest he's come in the past is having the poor suckers he played cards against assuming he held powers of precognition for being able to accurately predict their every action including the train of thought leading up to it. Although, if he thought about it, perhaps "exorcist" wasn't too far off from "clairvoyant" anyway... anyone who believed in either was a naive fool deserving of a bitter dose of harsh reality.]
[However, he hesitates to dole out his patented brand of cynicism just yet. This joker looks like a clown, so Tonegawa might as well milk this particular fool for all the entertainment value he has.]
...yes. I am. What gave it away.
no subject
[Gogol claps in delight and applause for himself, seeing as Tonegawa wasn't going to. He takes the Sarge McNugget in his hands rather delicately, picking him up with a thumb and forefinger by the hat, and dangling him in the air idly.
He doesn't scoot on over to close the gap, but leans across the table enough that he might as well have.]
Why, because this toy is clearly possessed, you see! The only way you could 'snuff it out' is to be a servant of God like yourself!
[He grins, playfully, looking to Tonegawa for confirmation. He wasn't expecting him to play along, but now he is, and that's far more fun.]