1st Gumball - Phone/Action
Dec. 8th, 2011 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
connedviakeyboard[As much weird crap as he had put up with in his life, especially recently, winding up in bed in a house he'd never been in with a woman he didn't know was kind of a new one on Benson. New enough, in fact, that he practically fell out of his bed and scrambled to the other side of the room on his butt, just looking around in wonder and horror at the room he'd found himself in. He guesses there were worse places he could be but...no, you know what? Kidnapping is kidnapping and he's not really in the mood for any of it right now.
He takes some time to explore the house, looking in shocked horror at the pictures of him with a family he's never known, as a human for God's sake, and-
That's when he first notices it. He lifts his hand, looking it over as it's turned a softy, fleshy pink, and feels a shiver run down his spine.
That tears it. That's the moment he runs to the nearest telephone in the house, and does what he does best.]
[Phone]
[Good morning Mayfield. Enjoy the pleasant voice of one of the angriest men in the world blaring across the telephone.]
MORDECAI! RIGBY! WHAT DID YOU DO?
I have no clue what you did or how but whatever it is, heh, you better change it back! And you better change it back and fix it soon, or you're BOTH FIRED!
[Action; Around Town]
[There's a very angry, lanky man walking around town, hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he's wearing, back hunched up like an angry cat ready to leap at and maul the first thing it finds. He grumbles unpleasantly, occasionally stopping to angrily kick at one of the garbage cans in front of him before continuing on his way.
He's sticking to Ricardo Street for the most part, but feel free to find him anywhere.]
He takes some time to explore the house, looking in shocked horror at the pictures of him with a family he's never known, as a human for God's sake, and-
That's when he first notices it. He lifts his hand, looking it over as it's turned a softy, fleshy pink, and feels a shiver run down his spine.
That tears it. That's the moment he runs to the nearest telephone in the house, and does what he does best.]
[Phone]
[Good morning Mayfield. Enjoy the pleasant voice of one of the angriest men in the world blaring across the telephone.]
MORDECAI! RIGBY! WHAT DID YOU DO?
I have no clue what you did or how but whatever it is, heh, you better change it back! And you better change it back and fix it soon, or you're BOTH FIRED!
[Action; Around Town]
[There's a very angry, lanky man walking around town, hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he's wearing, back hunched up like an angry cat ready to leap at and maul the first thing it finds. He grumbles unpleasantly, occasionally stopping to angrily kick at one of the garbage cans in front of him before continuing on his way.
He's sticking to Ricardo Street for the most part, but feel free to find him anywhere.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 02:52 am (UTC)[Another shove] Just wait until I give the phone back!
Yeah, Pops is here. We've all been here since November and I have no idea how that works.
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Date: 2011-12-09 03:36 am (UTC)[Well shit. It would've been nice if it was Skips. Hell, he'd have even taken Muscleman and High-Five. But Pops being here meant he'd need to be even more on guard.]
Okay, fine. Alright. And Pop's been okay, right?
[You better have made sure he didn't get hurt, guys.]
oh my god HTML will you JUST WORK????
Date: 2011-12-10 03:34 am (UTC)[[suddenly, he
pretends tostrains to hear.]] What did he say? I couldn't hear him![[mordecai, it's up to you to break the news about the bombs and the fallout and the cannibals and such. basically, explaining to their incredibly rageful boss that they're in the most crazy and harmful place imaginable. and that pop might have gotten a bit shaken up. just a little. a tad.]]
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Date: 2011-12-11 12:02 am (UTC)[Wow he really doesn't want to tell Benson about how they let Pops die]
Yeah, totally. Everything's been fine.
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Date: 2011-12-11 04:48 am (UTC)Is Benson slowly narrowing his eyes.]
You're sure.
[Because if he finds out differently, Mordecai...]
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Date: 2011-12-11 09:28 pm (UTC)he's not saying anything.
he's not listen he can't hear anything la la la la.]]
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Date: 2011-12-12 12:49 am (UTC)[Please don't freak out, please don't freak out, please don't freak out......]
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:40 am (UTC)[His voice is calm. Soft even.
And then there's the sound of him throwing the glass of water he was holding to the floor in the background as his voice rises.]
WHAT.
HAPPENED!
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:15 am (UTC)Benson, relax! I mean, he's fine now. And it wasn't like we got off much better!
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Date: 2011-12-13 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-14 05:06 am (UTC)And then. Just calmly. Far too calmly.]
Where. Are. You.
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Date: 2011-12-14 06:07 am (UTC)Hey, wait a minute! Are you just gonna come over here and yell at us some more?!
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Date: 2011-12-15 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-15 09:52 pm (UTC)I'm not going to yell at you anymore.
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Date: 2011-12-18 12:01 am (UTC)Mordecai, I don't trust him. Should we tell him?
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Date: 2011-12-18 10:45 am (UTC)I don't know man. I think Benson does kind of have a right to know I mean, he is still technically our boss. And he's bound to find out sooner or later.
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:15 pm (UTC)He's just humming softly, tapping his fingers. It's almost pleasant.
That can't be good.]
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Date: 2011-12-21 02:41 am (UTC)But, if he comes over here and tries to kill us, then don't say I didn't warn you!