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

[hotpaprika]

Is that the name of the being that contacted us?

[How did he miss that part?]

[hellaethics]

Wait, we summoned Blake Bortles at the séance? [He was fully immersed in reaching a high score in DDR at the arcade when that all went down.]

[hotpaprika]

O-oh! You should keep that name quiet, they were trying to make sure that Fontaine doesn't figure out who they are.

[allatonce]

[slightly hysterical:]

We did not summon Blake Bortles at the seance!

[hellaethics]

Oh! Cool, I was gonna totally freak out if I missed out on chillin' with Blake, even if it was through a Luigi board.

[sixthnonsense]

[Through stifled laughter:]

Luigi board...

[specialyellthing]

Who is Luigi?

[sixthnonsense]

You know! Mario's brother! Actually, I think he did have a spooky game, too...

[specialyellthing]

Who the heck is Mario?!

[sixthnonsense]

[Exasperated,]

Oh my gods HAWKAH, even you should know this one!!

[hotpaprika]

... Wait, should we know who Mario is?

[sixthnonsense]

Nah, not you, Jonny. This is still way after your time.

[fuckingguy]

I believe he is talking about Mario the Excoriator, of Liguria. Very creepy guy, always had the clammiest hands. I think he makes documentaries now?

[specialyellthing]

Ugh, nothin worse than clammy hands——

[bootyhunter]

[Suspiciously:]

And how do you know that?

[where did those hands go nandy]

[specialyellthing]

Does he make good pizza?

[sixthnonsense]

No! He's a plumber! Y'know! Red hat? Mustache? Stomps on goombas??

[He's desperately trying to ring a bell for her.]

[specialyellthing]

I have no idea what you’re talkin about, Hair. Is this a politician?

[bootyhunter]

Oh, goomba stompin'?

[He perks up.]

Is that a new rare alien, baby?!

[He is making mental notes-]

W-wait! What does it look like?

[hellaethics]

Yo, I remember that game! It had a whole mansion full of ghosts that you sucked up in a vacuum cleaner! Me and Pillboi couldn't afford it when we were kids so we'd just put on red and green overalls and go into condemned buildings with dust busters.

[sixthnonsense]

Yeah! That's the one!! I'm so jealous you got to roleplay it, dude, that sounds so fun!

[allatonce]

[under her breath:] How the fuck are you not all dead.

[bootyhunter]

[Guess who is rolling his eyes and judging tbh??? Roleplay? That is loser-ass shit Gooby.]

[sixthnonsense]

[As a KID!!!]

[hellaethics]

[you know, the weega board.]