let's consider a change of scenery [group vandalism]

[dullshooter]

[On Wednesday morning, everyone will find a note outside their suite door. If you can get past Misfire’s dodgy handwriting, it reads:]


Hey LOSERS!!!

Get down to miracle mile 2DAY, 12PM, for some

VANDALISM

[Note: ‘vandalism’ is written with one of those ‘cool S’s.]

kit will be provided BUT if you have a water gun from the machine bring it!!!

P.S no snitches allowed
JK you can come n be target practice ;)


[At the appointed time, Misfire can be found standing triumphantly in the street. Beside him is a pile of spray cans, brushes, and buckets of paint; by the looks of it, he emptied the whole store. He’s wearing the dress Forrest made him too, and using the pocket space to carry even more stuff on him.

When enough people have gathered, he’ll address them:]

Alright, here’s the deal: it’s come to my attention that some of you have missed out some crucial formative experiences, or otherwise haven’t known the joys of anti-social behavior. And, since writing stuff on walls has been a historical expression of dissent, I think there’s no better time or place to fix that.

[Grinning, he picks up something out of his pile - a water gun filled with purple paint.]

Frankie didn’t outlaw vandalism, so let’s make him realize that egregious oversight. In technical terms - go nuts.

Comments

[howveryglib]

I…

[…what should he put. He’s not a rebel, he’s a… he’s a good dog.

okay maybe. maybe art. he doesn’t do art though except like. what his kids like sometimes maybe?

in a fit of confusion he crudely spray paints one of these except it’s really pissed off and is holding a sword that looks like it is also a gun.

he kind of looks horrified when he realizes what he’s done. why did he pick something so cute in front of misfire. it was the only thing he could think of at the moment.]

[inaclearing]

Makes sense.

[Like, statistically, he's a little surprised it isn't more than 50%.]

How do you go there? I mean - well, I don't think I understand it well enough to ask any decent questions.

[sixthnonsense]

[The kiss is short and sweet, but more than enough to calm him down. He gasps into it, clutching onto Dandy's jacket with his free hand, and when it's over...he breathes out a contented sigh.]

O-Okay, okay... [His ensuing smile is a guilty one as he reflects on how much he was adding to the chaos.] My bad.

and end thread?

[bootyhunter]

[His reaction is not what you would expect. There comes no curt remark or horny pedantism from his lips, only a goofy smile, so wide and lop-sided that you'd think it was better suited for child a child's face.

Dandy can't say that he remembers the last time anybody else called him baby, but then again, his memory when it comes to most things is strikingly poor. His roledex of lady loves consist of various flashes in the pan and the occasional serious relationship every ten or twenty years, the majority of which have been with cold, unfeeling women. Each of those "special girls" had perchance believed that this foolish idiot with a foul mouth and sunny disposition would help that sadness fade, or the icy winters in their hearts thaw.

He, too, was stupid enough to hope that things would end differently.

They didn't.

This relationship feels different from the rest.

Fate, however, will forever be cruel all the same.]

[howveryglib]

…it is not actually breaking any rules, though it could be considered incitement.

[he has definitely processed arrests for things like this. but like that was fine garlean rule is for the greater good it is necessary to maintain order]

[sixthnonsense]

[He's so glad to see Forrest showing his vindictive side.]

All that and more! I really can't wait 'til the day that we get to confront 'im in person and make 'im pay.

[sixthnonsense]

[Yelling letters...oh. This should be good, actually.]

D'you remember any of the letters? Maybe I can translate!

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[sixthnonsense]

I mean, it should be obvious.

[It's a dick, Undertaker. He drew a dick up there.]

[allatonce]

I mean, if you're sure but like. I don't really think it matters. This is like paintball: everyone's gonna get a little messy.

[She's not gonna make Mielle, but like. That seems like a really silly reason not to.]

[allatonce]

[Some of them have bacteria or whatever, so.]

There's two theories, I guess. One is that when I cracked my brain, just like totally Humpty Dumpty'd that bitch, I threw myself into every universe. Even the ones where I shouldn't be, because like. Rocks aren't alive.

[She starts refilling her water gun with black paint.]

The other is that, you know Buddhism? The reincarnation bit, it doesn't necessarily mean you come back as a human so maybe like. The same souls exist in every universe, and sometimes you come back as a rock to sit on a cliff and contemplate your life.

[howveryglib]

…

It is… the state of things. The conditions.

[dullshooter]

[That song is so Happy and Normal that it gets him on his feet. Surely only regular things will follow.]

[honeyedtea]

[ And Mielle immediately grips it with the sort of gravity that would imply she's just been handed, like. A grenade. ]

I think painting might be a bit easier...

[ You know. On her poor heart. ]

[dullshooter]

[Misfire watches, gripped into absolute silence in anticipation. He gave Gaius a nudge, now it’s just about seeing if the dominos fall right.

Then, he finishes.

Misfire stares at it. He stares, and his face twitches. He doesn’t do much to try to contain it, but when he catches a glimpse of the horror on Gaius’ face, it all comes out: horrible, uncontrollable, uproarious laughter.]

[howveryglib]

[…

gaius is just going to fall to his knees in despair. why couldn’t he have just made a wolf or something. nooo draw a snegovik it’s eeeasy now he just wants to curl up and die.]

[honeyedtea]

. . . This might be a foolish question, but am I supposed to know what paintball is?

[ sometimes y'all just Say Things ]

[dullshooter]

[Gaius’ despair only fuels Misfire’s joy, but that’s already been established. He’s doubled over but he doesn’t even need to stop for breath - the laughs keep coming.

Eventually he calms down and pulls himself together, wiping a tear away after all that.]

…I didn’t know you had it in you, woofie.

[There’s an audible struggle for him to get the words out without going right back to losing his shit.]

[honeyedtea]

But... that isn't technically against the rules either, is it? So long as we don't permanently damage anything...

[ there is a tiny part of her under all the caution and proper behaviour and such that kind of really wants to see if Gaius is capable of going apeshit like the others ]

[howveryglib]

…

The children like them.

[IS THAT A DEFENSE??? NO IT SOUNDS MORE DESPERATE WHEN HE SAYS IT]

[howveryglib]

…indeed. It is not.

[hmmm. Hang on. Let him… think about it… and write up a legitimate grievance.]

Would that you pay for all your tricks, Mayor. You sell us Merlöt and keep the good wine for yourself.

[…………he nods approvingly.]

[dullshooter]

[HE LOSES IT AGAIN.]

[howveryglib]

[stop stop he’s already dead]

Yes, I understand, I am terrible at this.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire gives him a weak, sort-of-flailing-pat on the shoulder as he gets his shit together once again.]

And in doing so, you brought joy to us all.

[howveryglib]

…it was not my intention. But if it is good for morale…

[sastruga]

I think that's a good choice. It's more artistry than vandalism, really. Besides, it isn't as if anyone but us is using all of this, right?

[So like. May as well do what they want.

And apparently what they all want is chaos.]