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: 2011-12-12 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)Well...it all went back though, right?
So it's okay. You're going to be fine, Pops. I'll take care of you if it happens again.
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Date: 2011-12-12 07:11 am (UTC)But really, if he can't trust Benson, who can he trust? ]
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Date: 2011-12-13 12:43 am (UTC)[He's not sure if he fully believes that. He knows when you're upset Pops, even sometimes when you try and hide it.
He swears, if Mordecai and Rigby just fucked up that badly....]
So. You wanna...show me around your house?
[Maybe that'll help cheer Pops up. When they actually find the house.]
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Date: 2011-12-13 10:21 pm (UTC)ooh, look at all those snowmen. This is clearly an excellent street to turn down. ]
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Date: 2011-12-14 05:03 am (UTC)[Benson would go more with "creepy", but that's just him. He looks around for a minute, frowning.]
...Pops. Have we been down this street before?
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Date: 2011-12-14 05:51 am (UTC)You know, I'm not sure! They all look so alike.
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Date: 2011-12-15 09:52 pm (UTC)Look. Let's go back to my house and then we can call your house to find out where to take you.
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Date: 2011-12-17 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 09:13 pm (UTC)[He just stops. And looks around a minute before groaning.]
I don't know.
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Date: 2011-12-20 09:54 pm (UTC)Just gonna tug on your sleeve and keep trying to wander this way. ]
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Date: 2011-12-23 05:51 am (UTC)Got nothing better to do than follow along for the moment, and look to see if he recognizes anything.
God damn how can everything look so alike here?]
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Date: 2011-12-28 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-28 05:54 pm (UTC)Pops.
Is that your house?
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Date: 2011-12-29 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-31 11:43 pm (UTC)Outside your house.
For the last ten minutes.