Adventures outside
Who: Roscoe
Where: The great outdoors
When: Whenever
When they were rescuing him from the institution, Axel had said something about having died to save Stella, and Roscoe had meant to ask him about it sometime after the chaos. Well, he hasn’t had a chance since, which he regrets. Axel and Mark were also injured rescuing him, and he would like to inquire about how they’re doing and thank them for their efforts…however, Alchemy clearly didn’t want him around, which complicates things (he’s assuming they’re at Alchemy’s because that’s what he last heard from Glinda. Also, he doesn’t remember where Axel lives).
Axel had also said something about Roscoe owing him milk and cookies for fetching Stella, and he thinks that’s a pretty good idea. So he gets it into his head to bring Axel some milk and cookies, but first he has to get some. He still has no money, and doesn’t want to bum any off Mick, so that probably means more shoplifting…which is a lot easier when he has powers, but of course he doesn’t right now. Oh well, he was a thief even before developing powers or even learning to spin, so he figures he can do it; what he forgets is that he was actually a rather lousy thief, and that’s why he taught himself his spinning/top gimmick in the first place.
But never mind! He isn’t even at the store yet. First, he has to walk there. Heading in the general direction of the city centre, he quickly gets lost, because he’s not at all familiar with the area. He just ends up wandering, looking for stores or the way home, but it’s not a bad excursion --- rather pleasant, actually. But meandering Roscoe + drugged-up dazed brain rarely equals a good combination, so perhaps his judgment is not as good as it could be (that might explain his entire plan, actually).
Heading into a slightly wooded park to take a shortcut, he sees a cute kitty up ahead.
“Here kitty kitty,” he calls, hoping to pick it up and snuggle it. He was always a dog person, but has come to enjoy cats thanks to Prank, and in his loneliness he just wants to cuddle something. The cat scuttles away, so he follows, crawling into the bushes after it.
“Kitty!” he exclaims with a smile when he comes face to face with it….but it’s not a cat. It’s a skunk. And before he can run away, he gets sprayed head-on.
“Aaagh!” he yells as he backs off, rubbing frantically at his stinging eyes. “Oh hell!”
His eyes and nose are running like crazy and he smells godawful. Eventually he washes out his eyes in a stream, but the stench doesn’t go anywhere and his face is bright red. But he’s still lost and far from home, so what choice does he have? He keeps walking. People and animals freak out and run away from him when they get a whiff of skunk, though he grimly ignores them. And at some point he stumbles across a small grocery store.
As soon as he opens the door, everyone in the store recoils and runs off, gasping and swearing about the smell. And then it occurs to him that he’s the only person there: even the clerk ran away. So he grabs the milk and cookies and simply walks out with them, still in no better mood. He also takes a porno mag and cigarettes for his own personal use (celibacy ain’t easy), which might eventually improve his mood.
After hours of walking, he ultimately finds his way to the house. And of course, his arrival is immediately obvious to anyone around, because he stinks like a particularly ripe pile of shit!
Where: The great outdoors
When: Whenever
When they were rescuing him from the institution, Axel had said something about having died to save Stella, and Roscoe had meant to ask him about it sometime after the chaos. Well, he hasn’t had a chance since, which he regrets. Axel and Mark were also injured rescuing him, and he would like to inquire about how they’re doing and thank them for their efforts…however, Alchemy clearly didn’t want him around, which complicates things (he’s assuming they’re at Alchemy’s because that’s what he last heard from Glinda. Also, he doesn’t remember where Axel lives).
Axel had also said something about Roscoe owing him milk and cookies for fetching Stella, and he thinks that’s a pretty good idea. So he gets it into his head to bring Axel some milk and cookies, but first he has to get some. He still has no money, and doesn’t want to bum any off Mick, so that probably means more shoplifting…which is a lot easier when he has powers, but of course he doesn’t right now. Oh well, he was a thief even before developing powers or even learning to spin, so he figures he can do it; what he forgets is that he was actually a rather lousy thief, and that’s why he taught himself his spinning/top gimmick in the first place.
But never mind! He isn’t even at the store yet. First, he has to walk there. Heading in the general direction of the city centre, he quickly gets lost, because he’s not at all familiar with the area. He just ends up wandering, looking for stores or the way home, but it’s not a bad excursion --- rather pleasant, actually. But meandering Roscoe + drugged-up dazed brain rarely equals a good combination, so perhaps his judgment is not as good as it could be (that might explain his entire plan, actually).
Heading into a slightly wooded park to take a shortcut, he sees a cute kitty up ahead.
“Here kitty kitty,” he calls, hoping to pick it up and snuggle it. He was always a dog person, but has come to enjoy cats thanks to Prank, and in his loneliness he just wants to cuddle something. The cat scuttles away, so he follows, crawling into the bushes after it.
“Kitty!” he exclaims with a smile when he comes face to face with it….but it’s not a cat. It’s a skunk. And before he can run away, he gets sprayed head-on.
“Aaagh!” he yells as he backs off, rubbing frantically at his stinging eyes. “Oh hell!”
His eyes and nose are running like crazy and he smells godawful. Eventually he washes out his eyes in a stream, but the stench doesn’t go anywhere and his face is bright red. But he’s still lost and far from home, so what choice does he have? He keeps walking. People and animals freak out and run away from him when they get a whiff of skunk, though he grimly ignores them. And at some point he stumbles across a small grocery store.
As soon as he opens the door, everyone in the store recoils and runs off, gasping and swearing about the smell. And then it occurs to him that he’s the only person there: even the clerk ran away. So he grabs the milk and cookies and simply walks out with them, still in no better mood. He also takes a porno mag and cigarettes for his own personal use (celibacy ain’t easy), which might eventually improve his mood.
After hours of walking, he ultimately finds his way to the house. And of course, his arrival is immediately obvious to anyone around, because he stinks like a particularly ripe pile of shit!