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taxonomites2013-05-18 03:08 am
smecker) wrote in taxonomites2013-05-18 03:08 am
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[Visual] [To everyone]
The tablet gives an image of... Paul Smecker, looking slightly disheveled, and Glitch looking seriously disheveled, as well as bleeding from scratches on his face. Both of them are rather damp although Glitch is fairly water-logged.
"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"
"--this is more important--"
"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"
Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"
Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.
"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"
(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)
"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"
"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"
Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.
[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]
"--just fucking hold still and let me check you for--"
"--this is more important--"
"Alright, you talk, I check for concussions, genius--"
Glitch clears his throat and addresses the city via Paul's tablet. "We have a situation. There's... some sort of monster, I suppose, running loose-- ugly yellow-- ow! careful-- ugly yellow thing with... horns, fangs, claws--"
Glitch breaks off into a fit of coughing. He's cradling one hand with the other. Behind him, his shop can be seen-- with black smoke pouring from the roof. Paul grabs the tablet back while pushing a water bottle at Glitch.
"Yeah, I guess whatever the fuck did that to his shop is loose and screwing around. He-- what?"
(Glitch and Paul both talk for the next ten seconds, making what either of them is saying indistinguishable. Finally Paul looks back to the tablet.)
"--okaaaay, I guess it, he, was wearing a prisoner bracelet and he, uh, speaks in rhyme. The fuck, Glitch?"
"I'm not making that up! Here, give it back!"
Paul sighs, and hands the tablet over again.
[ooc: OKAY so as usual I fail at my own deadlines, but, WARNING IS NOW UP. Feel free to react. Keri, if you want to add more stuff from Glitch other than what we discussed, go for it like a boss. <3 Big Fighty Post coming soon.]
[location]
The fire, incidentally, can be put out via starving it of oxygen. It'll be stubborn but manageable, and in the end the damage will be confied to the ground floor with the back of the shop seeing the worst of it. There will be smoke and water damage throughout, however, and there may need to be some inspection for structural integrity later. Glitch is going to cry.
Hilariously there is one item which, despite being parked amid the worst of the conflagration, will be perfectly pristine and untouched: the terrible tacky
pimpcarnival wagon Glitch had recently finished repairing. The aliens do so love preserving theirprisoners'pets' gifts.