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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.
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Clover kind of...aaaadjusts the baseball bat. Tries to make it look like she's actually just fixing her hood. The baseball bat stays in place when she just kinda jams her hands into her pockets in front of her, though, like it's whatever? Like she sincerely thinks there's any chance he didn't notice her swiping the thing????]
...What.
[AS THOUGH HE'S INTRUDING ON HER BUSINESS, AS THOUGH THIS ISN'T A PUBLIC MCDONALD'S PARKING LOT AND THERE ISN'T A CORPSE HERE????]
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Her words don't draw even a raised eyebrow, but his expression seems to shift minutely, even if it just looks the same. ]
I saw what you did.
[ He doesn't really care that he did, but she doesn't know that either. Part of him is just curious if saying so will conjure an unpredictable reaction. Somehow he had been brought here against his will, so it wasn't an impossibility. ]
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[clover kind of. looks away. looks away in the other direction. makes direct eye contact with izuru.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[CLOVER WE CAN SEE THE BAT]
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There's no point in trying to hide that you took an item from the dead.
[ Said, pointedly. ]
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It isn't like he's using it anymore.
[said as though this is just the obvious course of action???]