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Waking up
Where the hell were you last night? Maybe waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a blacked-out memory isn't so unusual for you, but that buzzing in your head is. The phone beside you rings with a 7:00 AM wake-up call, and a message left behind:

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.

What's new, Pussycat?
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.

Hungry?
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?

McMurder
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.

Night life
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.

Wildcard
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.

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»Waking Up«
Actually fuck this heat? If you're gonna drag a dude into the goddamn Fantasy Sahara at least give him some warning so he can take some seasonally appropriate clothes, you know?

[Taako is sweating profusely in this heat, and he is a very unhappy elf as a result. If his hair starts to get too frizzy, someone's gonna die and not because of the murdergame.]

I could've had an awesome fashion montage, get a couple chumps to do the thumbs up or head-shaking thing. I mean, I don't CARE, I know I look fuckin' amazing, but it's tradition, right?

[He taps a foot impatiently, fanning himself with his broad-brimmed wizard's hat.]

...so did anyone else get some weird faux-threatening phone-call, or was that just me? Anyone?

[Fuck yo' implied threats, phone person.]

»McMurder«
Ew.

[Just. Gonna prod at that body with the tip of his umbrella a little.]

...So this is gross as shit, but normal for Mickey D's, right? The fry jockies can probably handle it, they probably see this shit like four, five times a week. We don't have to care.

»Night Life«
[The sun goes down, and the city lights up. And so does Taako's face.]

[He is absolutely ecstatic.]

...I take back everything I said about this trash heap, this is AMAZING.

»Wildcard«
[Hit me up]

Hm... I can't recall ever experiencing such an event, myself.

[This answer was of course, complete bullshit. Menacing phonecalls were practically a cornerstone of Tonegawa's average work week. Something he could set his watch to. The only reason this particular menacing call stuck out in his mind is that it didn't come from the chairman of the company, and perhaps because of that, its instructions were concise and definite. He saw no reason to disobey orders from this invisible authority, especially not ones so neatly laid out for him.]

[Which is why he restrained himself from acknowledging his wardrobe. Tonegawa was not particularly blessed in this regard, either (tweed was a material meant not for hot, arid climates), but to acknowledge this shared suffering might lay the foundation of solidarity between the two strangers, which of course, was utterly unpermissable.]

...however, judging by your own attitude, whatever "faux-threat" you received must not have been too severe if the most pressing concern weighing on your mind is your current state of dress. [He gives a wry, condescending smirk.]

[...and begins tugging at his collar, desperately hoping that pure spite and determination will be enough to keep the heatstroke at bay.]

Eh, pretty vague. "Blah blah blah don't get attached don't mention this I'm so mysterious and ominous oooooooh." Like, three out of ten for mood, if I'm feeling generous.

[Taako has been threatened by experts, he is not impressed.]

[Tonegawa chuckles under his breath, loosening his tie slightly to free his neck from the prison of sweat developing under his shirt. He knows Taako's summary is inaccurate, but he's not about to give that away now.]

My, my... that truly is lacking impact. You can barely even call it a threat if there's not even a promise of consequence... for example, "It'd be a shame if something happened to it." Cliché of a line though it may be, is still an effective threat. Though of course, I'm more partial to "I've extensively studied your medical records. Are you aware how much a healthy liver sells for on the black market? If you don't repay the full amount by 11:00p.m. Friday-"

[His words trail off as he begins to rifle through his jacket for a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow. Maybe its for the best he didn't finish that sentence.]

[Britt looks a bit uneasy, but not as much as someone encountering a dead body should be]

I'm not sure getting rid of dead bodies is something minimum wage covers.

[Britt says that, but he doesn't sound sure. Maybe it does? He doesn't know how things are like in the fabled land of McDonald's employment protocols]

I mean, you're not supposed to touch dead bodies and food shortly one after another. That's gross.

[Not the point, Britt]

It'll build character and look good on a resume, or something. You can't tell me "corpse removal" doesn't sound way more badass than "prepared and served shitty food" under the duties performed section.

[He's sure as heck not touching it, at least not with everyone watching. Can't loot properly with an audience.]

Pretty sure that's why they've got gloves.

It'd make them sound like some kinda hardcore janitor, and nobody wants to be anything like that. Who would want to be a janitor?

[Rich brat here, yeah]

That doesn't change anything! [He prods the corpse with a foot. This...is going to be troublesome, he just hopes he won't have to deal with it] But better them than us, eh?

[Britt is learning to be less of a jerk, but that doesn't mean he's going to volunteer to handle corpses if other people can do it, that's for sure]

Is it normal for Mickey D's?

[ A genuine question, he doesn't make a habit of frequenting these types of places normally, considering they don't exist where he comes from. ]

I imagine someone more equipped will take a look at it eventually.

[ So no, they don't really have to care as far as Xelloss is concerned. ]

TEST DRIVE

Taako "From TV" Taaco | TAZ: Balance

»Waking Up«

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McMurder

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