[Code: First entry] There's no place like evil lair! (Backdated to Saturday morning)

[mr_eviloverlord]

{A: Action - Housemates}
-- location: 1448 Mitchell Road
-- time: Around 8am

Comments

B

[freakinblur]

[Well, if you feel so lost, there happens to be a cop in the park! He looks young and he's failing to flirt with some girl. When they giggle and walk off, he walks Megamind's way, yawning and stretching. He's bored.]

Hey pally, ya look like ya seen a ghost. Which in this town, 's prob'ly true.

[mr_eviloverlord]

[He'd seen this man from a ways off and watched him approach warily.]

Oh? Ghosts, you say? No, but I'll certainly let you know if I see one.

[He doesn't like the immediate impression he gets of this guy. Reminds him too much of Metro Man.]

[freakinblur]

Well, if not a ghost, then maybe, like, a wizard, 'r a zombie, or superherp, a psychic, talking horses 'n' whoever else Mayfield can dig up around tha universe.

[mr_eviloverlord]

[Cringes noticeably. He's obviously not very comforted by this news, having gotten used to being the biggest, baddest thing out there.]

My, what an impressive array of monstrosities. [Gulp.]

B

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart's lying down on a bench when he sees the nervous looking nerdy guy walk by. Must be new here. He decides to introduce himself, giving a wave and a big ol' smile.]

Good afternoon, dude!

[mr_eviloverlord]

[A bit startled but attempting to regain composure, possibly over-compensating a bit.]

Ah! Hello there... dude. [Clears throat and continues walking.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Smoking in the park, just taking a break from being home.

Now looky here, what a nervous little man. Spy smiles around his cigarette and gives a lazy wave from the bench he's sitting on.]

Bonjour, monsieur. You look troubled. I assume you must be new, oui?

[mr_eviloverlord]

[Appears a little irritated all of the sudden.]

Ugh! What is this with everyone assuming I'm completely clueless? Do I really give off that strong a vibe? [Unamused eyebrow quirk.]

[un_beau_coquin]

Do you really 'ave to ask, monsieur? Especially if "everyone" is assuming zhat you are completely clueless.

In any case, I never said you were completely clueless. Zhat is such a 'arsh judgment, mon ami. I was just wondering if you would be interested in talking to someone who 'as been around 'ere for a while.

[mr_eviloverlord]

[Huffhuff. Taking advice. He doesn't do this well.

......

He sits down anyway, albeit stiffly.]

Fine. What can you tell me about the villainous sorts around here?

[buildstherobots]

[It's always so obvious when someone is new. At this point, Dist isn't even sure he feels like helping, so instead he just tosses an aside comment.]

It's so terrible not to have your things, isn't it?

[Almost a gloat. Not quite. It's hard to fully gloat about having been in a prison longer.]

[mr_eviloverlord]

[Finally, someone who says something he can relate to. Megamind just about completely loses the jitters and throws his hands in the air in frustration.]

Oh, is it ever! Jiminy Christmas!

[buildstherobots]

Don't worry, they give things back, bit by bit. Always two weeks after you'd need them, though, and everything they have here is a poor substitute. This place is a very well-designed hell.

[Sulk.]

[mr_eviloverlord]

[Dramatic sigh.]

That jail back in Metro City is looking pretty nice and comfy right about now.

[kleptophile]

[Oh, hello, fresh meat. Lyn recognizes the look easily enough; a year or so in Mayfield has certainly taught him the usual signs. But this guy looks jumpy even by newcomer standards, and that's also something he's got personal experience with.

As usual, he's been hanging out above eye level, where it's safer, simply observing. But this is just too sad to let pass by, so he swings down out of the branches of the tree he's been perched in, tugging his headphones off. If he drops down right in front of Megamind, it might be out of mild teenage sadism, a casual desire to make him jump.] For fuck's sake, all you need is a purse and you could be a little old lady walking through the projects. And I practically make paranoia a goddamn hobby. [He cocks his head slightly.] What the hell do you keep reaching for? You don't look like the kind of guy who carries a piece around.

[mr_eviloverlord]

[He jumps back when the kid drops in front of him but Megamind is immediately annoyed.]

Oh I don't, do I? Shows what you know. I'll bet you're not even out of high shool.

[kleptophile]

[The guy's obvious annoyance just makes Lyn grin. He's a born troll, and hassling people is always an entertaining pastime...especially when they look as wimpy as this guy. Even to someone of Lyn's short stature, he doesn't read as much of a threat.]

Never went to school before I came here - waste of time. If I haven't picked it up on my own by now, odds are I don't need to know it. I wouldn't even go to school here if they didn't drone you for skipping too much. [He circles Megamind like a small, inquisitive shark, looking him over with a sort of insolent interest.] I still ain't buying that you normally pack heat. Maybe a can of mace or something. Antiseptic? I could see you as one of those germophobes. Like that Monk guy.

[mr_eviloverlord]

Hmph. No schooling. That explains so much. [Smirk.]

Ohoho, I pack "heat". The heat of the sun! I've built deathrays that would leave you as a pitiful scorch mark on the pavement.

That's alright if you don't believe me. Just wait. From what I've heard I'll have my vast array of deadly weaponry back in no time. [And with that he bursts into the most foreboding evil laugh he can muster.]