Seven ★
[ A. Valentine's Day shenanigans? What Valentine's Day shenanigans?
Let's not talk about that. Why don't you check out China's new sweet ass tank instead? You know, the one rumbling along down the street in the direction of the bank?
Yeah. That one.
B. China's dressed up in a nice suit, busy as a bee at his banking job!....Except that's not quite right, because instead of counting money or doing paperwork involving meaningless numbers, he's commandeering the '50's-style Xerox machine.
Why the actual shit would he be doing that, you ask?
Well, obviously he's using it to copy something! A lot of somethings, all of which he's slipping into his open briefcase, where they mingle with official-looking papers; judging by the tense, focused expression on his face, whatever it is seems to be important. The old guy's trying to be inconspicuous about the whole thing, but the near-constant whrrrr whrrrr noise of the device is making that just a little difficult.
C. Still in his formal business wear, China's now making a sweep of Mayfield, carrying nothing but his briefcase and a bright, unassuming smile. (The tank was just a bit too conspicuous for this part, you understand.) How could anyone who sees his face- and didn't know the nation at all -suspect for a second that something was up? He'll be going from house-to-house and knocking on the door, as well as approaching any non-drone he notices on the streets, in the park, around the shops- you name it, he's there.]
Hello hello! Need to talk to you about your mortgage rates, ah- was checking over the numbers and I think I find even better deal for you!
[But for all that this seems to be a pointless bother and invasion of your personal space, China's being strangely persistent. If you try to shut the door on him before he's had his full say, he'll wedge his foot in; likewise, if you try to brush him off on the street, expect to be followed or even jostled. Feel free to have a drone answer the door- in that case, he'll be steadfastly trying to get around them, either physically or by repeatedly asking to talk to the other members of the household in a (purposely very annoying) loud voice. As a last resort, he'll leave this in the mailbox, mixed with other papers. (Plus an addendum, which is just the verbal information here concering Billy Smith and the Librarian put into writing. Never let anyone tell you that China isn't thorough!) But on the surface, he'll be doing his best to seem like he's just doing his Mayfield-appointed duty as your friendly banker. ]
Let's not talk about that. Why don't you check out China's new sweet ass tank instead? You know, the one rumbling along down the street in the direction of the bank?
Yeah. That one.
B. China's dressed up in a nice suit, busy as a bee at his banking job!....Except that's not quite right, because instead of counting money or doing paperwork involving meaningless numbers, he's commandeering the '50's-style Xerox machine.
Why the actual shit would he be doing that, you ask?
Well, obviously he's using it to copy something! A lot of somethings, all of which he's slipping into his open briefcase, where they mingle with official-looking papers; judging by the tense, focused expression on his face, whatever it is seems to be important. The old guy's trying to be inconspicuous about the whole thing, but the near-constant whrrrr whrrrr noise of the device is making that just a little difficult.
C. Still in his formal business wear, China's now making a sweep of Mayfield, carrying nothing but his briefcase and a bright, unassuming smile. (The tank was just a bit too conspicuous for this part, you understand.) How could anyone who sees his face- and didn't know the nation at all -suspect for a second that something was up? He'll be going from house-to-house and knocking on the door, as well as approaching any non-drone he notices on the streets, in the park, around the shops- you name it, he's there.]
Hello hello! Need to talk to you about your mortgage rates, ah- was checking over the numbers and I think I find even better deal for you!
[But for all that this seems to be a pointless bother and invasion of your personal space, China's being strangely persistent. If you try to shut the door on him before he's had his full say, he'll wedge his foot in; likewise, if you try to brush him off on the street, expect to be followed or even jostled. Feel free to have a drone answer the door- in that case, he'll be steadfastly trying to get around them, either physically or by repeatedly asking to talk to the other members of the household in a (purposely very annoying) loud voice. As a last resort, he'll leave this in the mailbox, mixed with other papers. (Plus an addendum, which is just the verbal information here concering Billy Smith and the Librarian put into writing. Never let anyone tell you that China isn't thorough!) But on the surface, he'll be doing his best to seem like he's just doing his Mayfield-appointed duty as your friendly banker. ]
