Track 004 -- i ain't happy, i'm feelin' glad // ALL ACTION

[666doc]

1. [THE REMAINS OF 7136 BROOK STREET.]

[ One second, he's fuddling around with the dump of a phonograph the house has. Hes finding a plethora of horrible doo wop and rockabilly albums and... nothing of any value. Just as he's getting to the end of the rather limited selection of music... everything is suddenly gone. Not just gone.

Obliterated.

He's

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[asswhisperer]

[Randall is actually.. not nude this time. He's constructed himself some kind of bizarre apocalypse gear out of debris. Lookin' hot.]

Something tells me this is your fault, dude.

[666doc]

[ Carefully steps over some debris and hobbles on over to Randall. ]

Possibly. Don't remember doing anything that woulda' caused this but that wouldn't be the first time. Uhuhuh.

[asswhisperer]

Well. Nothing we can do about it now. But I imagine most of these people would be feeling a stiff drink right about now. I see it as a business opportunity.

[666doc]

Granted there's anything left in this place. Might have to go on to concocting our own recipes... uhuhuh. Start something revolutionary.

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[drspengler]

[Have a tall, gangly man in glasses staring at you with a raised eyebrow as he's rummaging through the remains of his house.]

[666doc]

[ OH. Look at this! Some weaselly looking prick. ]

I spy with my little eye. SOMETHING that starts with "N."

And ends with "D."

[drspengler]

[Being called a 'nerd' has no effect on Egon whatsoever. He gives the strange little man an unimpressed expression and keeps on task.]

You could do something productive and help me look for items we can use.

[666doc]

Oiii... your voice sounds a bit familiar. Like shrill sound an arse makes right before a eighty-centimeter wooden stick's crammed in it.

[ He hobbles a bit closer, inspecting the debris. ]

Find any spirits?

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[sanctusdei]

[Theo is searching through a pile of stuff, grumbling to himself, ultimately kicking a rock in frustration. When Murdoc shuffles by, he yells over to him.]

Hey! You got any matches?

[666doc]

[ Murdoc screeches to a halt, freezing his "strumming" and darting a glance over to whoever's hollering at him. ]

Is that an offer?! Or are you some sort of post-apocalpytic urchin, beggin' me for my goods?

[sanctusdei]

If I was offering I wouldn't be asking. Fine. If you DO have any and you're that attached to them, I'll give you one of these goddamn cigarettes, okay?

[666doc]

[ Oh. Now THAT'S a bargain. He's hobbling on over to the stranger now. Keywords. This guy knows them. ]

Sooo... theoretically speaking. What if I've only got one match. Then how'm I going to go about getting my nicotine fix?