Outside Honest Ed's, Toronto, Wednesday FT
It was Saturday, 1 PM. (Yes, only a day had passed. Time was messed up these days.) It was raining in Toronto, which was why Envy was sharing an umbrella with Todd.
Well, Todd was holding it. But it was her umbrella.
Scott was holding one for himself and Ramona. Stephen Stills was holding one for himself and Julie. Wallace Wells - ugh, of course Scott would insist on him showing up - was holding one just for himself. And Lynette didn't have one at all. Envy wondered if it was a bionic arm thing, somehow.
Never mind. They were in front of Honest Ed's, and she had much more important things to focus on.
"Okay, so... Have either of you ever been in here?"
"No," Scott said. Then he reconsidered. "Well, once, sort of, but I almost died."
"I'm just gonna go with 'no'," Todd said. He kept things simple. Envy liked that about him.
She held a finger against her chin, thinking. She hadn't really bothered to plan this all the way through. Why bother, right? Whatever they ended up doing, Todd was going to beat Scott, so it didn't really matter. "Right, so, okay," she started. "The plan is... You guys are going to go in there... You have to, um, survive, and get to the other end, and, you know, kill each other, or whatever. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Then she turned towards Todd and her smile was actually warm for a second. "Oh, and Todd: no psychic powers, sugar."
He shrugged. "Fair enough."
"So what's Scott's handicap?" Wallace asked, cleary dubious of this whole situation. Sigh. Good thing Envy had an easy, obvious answer ready for that.
"Scott's handicap is that he isn't a survivor."
Scott... kind of looked like he was shaking a little. Or like perhaps he was about to crap his pants. "Fair enough."
"You unbelievable bitch," Wallace gritted out. Envy ignored him. Stephen Stills helped with that, too. "Okay... What's the challenge here?" he asked. "I mean, it's just a store."
Julie raised one eyebrow at him, pointedly. "You've never been inside Honest Ed's?"
"No. Why?"
"Stephen... You know how, when a baby is first born," Julie said, "it just cries at the sheer horror of being alive?"
Yeah. That was what Honest Ed's was about. Took an iron will. Which Todd clearly had, and which Scott clearly lacked. And so Envy set them loose.
"On your marks... Get set... Shake it!!!"
Scott and Todd sprinted into the store. And then, for about two minutes, nothing really happened that those outside the store could've discerned. They were just watching a building and waiting.
And then, Honest Ed's imploded.
No, seriously. It just... collapsed, into a pile of debris and rubble. Envy could already tell what had caused it, too. Goddammit, Todd, you were supposed to be better than this.
"Who wins?" Scott yelled, emerging from the rubble in what looked like a bike helmet ($10.97), wraparound sunglasses ($1.49), and hockey gloves ($6.99). "Do I win? I totally win, right?"
"Sorry..." Todd said, brushing dust off his shirt beside Scott. "My fault. My bad."
"Can't keep your psychic in check, eh?" Wallace asked sarcastically, as if that was necessary. "Any more bright ideas?"
Envy glowered."Shut up. I'm thinking."
(But she couldn't actually think of anything on the spot.)
(Dammit, Todd.)
[ooc: NFB, NFI, but open to OOC. Once again taken/edited from Scott Pilgrim volume three!]
Well, Todd was holding it. But it was her umbrella.
Scott was holding one for himself and Ramona. Stephen Stills was holding one for himself and Julie. Wallace Wells - ugh, of course Scott would insist on him showing up - was holding one just for himself. And Lynette didn't have one at all. Envy wondered if it was a bionic arm thing, somehow.
Never mind. They were in front of Honest Ed's, and she had much more important things to focus on.
"Okay, so... Have either of you ever been in here?"
"No," Scott said. Then he reconsidered. "Well, once, sort of, but I almost died."
"I'm just gonna go with 'no'," Todd said. He kept things simple. Envy liked that about him.
She held a finger against her chin, thinking. She hadn't really bothered to plan this all the way through. Why bother, right? Whatever they ended up doing, Todd was going to beat Scott, so it didn't really matter. "Right, so, okay," she started. "The plan is... You guys are going to go in there... You have to, um, survive, and get to the other end, and, you know, kill each other, or whatever. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Then she turned towards Todd and her smile was actually warm for a second. "Oh, and Todd: no psychic powers, sugar."
He shrugged. "Fair enough."
"So what's Scott's handicap?" Wallace asked, cleary dubious of this whole situation. Sigh. Good thing Envy had an easy, obvious answer ready for that.
"Scott's handicap is that he isn't a survivor."
Scott... kind of looked like he was shaking a little. Or like perhaps he was about to crap his pants. "Fair enough."
"You unbelievable bitch," Wallace gritted out. Envy ignored him. Stephen Stills helped with that, too. "Okay... What's the challenge here?" he asked. "I mean, it's just a store."
Julie raised one eyebrow at him, pointedly. "You've never been inside Honest Ed's?"
"No. Why?"
"Stephen... You know how, when a baby is first born," Julie said, "it just cries at the sheer horror of being alive?"
Yeah. That was what Honest Ed's was about. Took an iron will. Which Todd clearly had, and which Scott clearly lacked. And so Envy set them loose.
"On your marks... Get set... Shake it!!!"
Scott and Todd sprinted into the store. And then, for about two minutes, nothing really happened that those outside the store could've discerned. They were just watching a building and waiting.
And then, Honest Ed's imploded.
No, seriously. It just... collapsed, into a pile of debris and rubble. Envy could already tell what had caused it, too. Goddammit, Todd, you were supposed to be better than this.
"Who wins?" Scott yelled, emerging from the rubble in what looked like a bike helmet ($10.97), wraparound sunglasses ($1.49), and hockey gloves ($6.99). "Do I win? I totally win, right?"
"Sorry..." Todd said, brushing dust off his shirt beside Scott. "My fault. My bad."
"Can't keep your psychic in check, eh?" Wallace asked sarcastically, as if that was necessary. "Any more bright ideas?"
Envy glowered."Shut up. I'm thinking."
(But she couldn't actually think of anything on the spot.)
(Dammit, Todd.)
[ooc: NFB, NFI, but open to OOC. Once again taken/edited from Scott Pilgrim volume three!]