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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Re: [Phone]
Date: 2011-12-08 06:48 am (UTC)How about I don't. In fact, how about somebody tells me what's going on!
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Date: 2011-12-08 07:01 am (UTC)[Shadow is the most helpful hedgehog.]
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Date: 2011-12-08 05:27 pm (UTC)And you'll have the pleasure of bumping into this asshole when you step outside. Guess who just so happens to live on the same block as you?]
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Date: 2011-12-08 07:08 pm (UTC)Oh. Hey. Sorry. That was my fault man.
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Date: 2011-12-09 12:55 am (UTC)Tch. Stay out of my---!
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Date: 2011-12-09 12:56 am (UTC)You.
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:05 am (UTC)Yeah, he recognizes the voice. But he's not going to try and fight about it.]
Look. I said I was sorry. Can I just keep going, now?
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:07 am (UTC)[It may sound abrasive, but this is Shadow's way of asking just how much Benson already knows about this place.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:11 am (UTC)[And this is Benson speaking through gritted teeth, doing his damnedest not to get pissed off.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 01:19 am (UTC)Is the place...dangerous? I heard some kid talking about safehouses earlier, so...
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:36 am (UTC)[At that, Shadow turns and walks back to his house, good ol' 505 Ricardo. A moment or so later, he'll trudge back outside with a letter (http://flowers-suck.livejournal.com/1397.html#cutid2) in hand. Which he'll then promptly hand off to Benson.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:41 am (UTC)He takes the letter once Shadow hands it to him and skims through it before sighing and putting it in his pocket.]
Wonderful. Just what I needed.
..Thanks. Sorry about earlier. Uh. I just had no idea what was going on, and I thought my employees might've caused it.
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:47 am (UTC)[Hell, when Shadow first arrived, he didn't have a clue either. But the letter did make transitioning easier. He's not heartless enough to avoid an opportunity to pay the favor forward.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:52 am (UTC)[And he awkwardly extends his hand for a handshake. Hanging around other people is something kind of new for Benson.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:54 am (UTC)Shadow. [And he'll shake it firmly before releasing him.] Looks as though we're to be neighbors.
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Date: 2011-12-09 01:58 am (UTC)I've never...lived in a neighborhood before. It beats the apartment. I guess.