noluckduck: (Oh come on.)


"Clo here, whaddya want?"

noluckduck: (I-- what--)
[Action A: 456 Stone Street]

Cut for doodles! )



[Phone]
Hey guys. Uh... Merry Christmas.

[How odd. It kind of sounds like... Clover's almost speaking with her mouth half closed, or at least not opened all the way.]

Shit, where do I even start? 'Kay, I've got a question, and it's gonna sound stupid as hell, but fuck you if ya mention that: can ya wear pants here? If you're a girl, I mean?

An'... And somethin' else...

I was kind of a bitch this past week.

Sorry if I called ya fake. I... know I probably made ya feel like shit, and... yeah, I'm really sorry about that.

Goddammit, I must sound like an idiot right now with this fuckin' caramel gluin' my mouth together-- [Click!]


[Action C]

Aaaand cut for tl;dr )
noluckduck: (Write pretentious song lyrics for this)
[Action: On your doorstep - first-come, first-serve?]

[Look at this lovely caroller, singing with wild abandon with an unshakable smile on her face! How long has she been at it?

Well, actually, it has been precisely 24 hours since she started.

Her singing suddenly stops, her smile twitches and stops, and she collapses, exhausted.]



[Phone, after a few hours of troubled sleep:]

I don't wanna hear another Christmas carol ever in my life.

... I... got droned, I guess.

[A deep breath. She is tired.] Fuck this town. Fuck. [On several levels. And it's barely been two weeks...]
noluckduck: (Write pretentious song lyrics for this)
[Phone]

Right, I've been here a week and I'm pretty sure I've got a good idea o' how this hellhole works. Or shit, at least I thought I did before this power cut business. Follow my logic here, alright?

This town is the fuckin' incarnation of a thousand horror movie clichés. If you're... shit, I dunno, a fairy or a leprechaun or somethin' that doesn't have movies, trust me on this one. So, there's the drones, right? Basically brainwashed hivemind zombies, yeah? Yeah. And I was pretty damn sure that whoever stayed here long enough turned into one of them, because that is the perfect goddamn cheesy Twilight Zone twist.

But fuck, now there's power cuts and they're malfunctionin' like crazy?

Maybe they're androids.


[Action: Mayfield High]

[Clover figures they've got to be about to go on Christmas break, what with how normal this place pretends to be, but that doesn't make her hate being at school any less. Particularly without a certain someone.

It's lunchtime, and she's sitting alone at a table. At least until some generic drone girls approach her and engage in conversation.

She mumbles something in response.]


What was that, honey? You don't have to be shy!

I said FUCK OFF!

[The drone girls gasp!

Then one freezes in place, and the other drops to the floor.

Good enough.]
noluckduck: (brb thinking of funny angry rant)
[Action for 456 Stone Street]

[Rise and shine, Ms. Clover. Rise and shine. Here comes another fantastic day of making sure your best friend doesn't get dragged off into trouble by magical dickheads with definitely ulterior motives.

Wait.]


Hang on one fucking second--

[She shoots up. Definitely not her room - it's too flowery. And speaking of flowers...] Effy? You there? Hello?! [She's looking left and right, but no, no signs of anything familiar anywhere at all. Just pictures of...]

... Who the hell are these people? [And her legs are strangely cold. Wait, is she wearing...] Is this a fucking nightgown?!


[Phone]

Shit, I bet this retro piece of crap doesn't even work, does it? Callin' 911, I've been kidnapped by some douchebag! What's that? You can't do a thing because he's inexplicably above the law? WHOOP-DE-FUCKIN'-DOO. I know you're hearin' me, you ass, and I'm bettin' you're a sick enough fuck to burn some money on a Saw re-enactment! I'm not gonna play yer games!

[... If she's wrong and that guy has nothing to do with this, well, this call might get awkward. If there's even anyone to hear it. Wait, what if...?]

... Effy, if y'heard any of that... Cool, you're here. I'm gonna get out of here - well, the doors don't look locked or anythin', but you just know they are, so gimme a sec to bust out. Let's meet up by... uh...

[She takes a moment to look out the window.]

... Crap, all these houses look the same, don't they? Just try to tell me where you are for now. I'll be... lookin' for someone to beat up, I guess.
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