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[ 001 | ACTION → TEXT ]
[ SIDE A ♫ ACTION ]
[ All things considered, it had been way too easy to steal Joshua's suitcase. After all, he'd pretty much just waltzed into the guy's room ( he'd been a little surprised to find the door left unlocked ), snagged his suitcase ( which had helpfully been left sitting on the end of the bed ), and then waltzed back out.
So, if any characters happen to be out and about in Joywick, they might spot Neku dragging the suitcase off the street and into the laundromat! Once he's got it safely inside, he crouches down in front of it and takes a second to look it over for any obvious signs that this is some kind of... trap. After all, nothing that has to do with Joshua is ever this easy, right? ... but the desire for points ( and to turn Joshua's clothes a lovely shade of orange! ) wins out over that nagging voice of common sense, so Neku uses his thumbs to flip up the latches of the suitcase and then pushes it all the way open.
-- And by the time he catches a glimpse of what's inside, it's way, way, way too late. ]
Crap--! [ There's a click as the spring-loaded trap inside snaps forward, and Neku barely even has time to squeeze his eyes shut and clasp a protective hand over his MP3 player before the booby trap inside the suitcase proceeds to douse him with a healthy dose of orange paint. ]
. . .
[ Yep, Neku's just going to take a few minutes of defeated silence, here.
And then he's going to drag himself to his feet, trying his best to wipe the globs of orange paint away from his face as he kicks blindly at the suitcase on the floor and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Shoulda known, dammit." Congrats, Josh, you get an extra 50 points for the successful counter-prank. ]
[ SIDE B ♫ TEXT ]
[ An hour or so after the paint disaster, this text pops up on the network! ]
does anyone know how to get paint out of
[ ... he pauses for a beat, frowning down at his phone. And then: ]
everything?
[ All things considered, it had been way too easy to steal Joshua's suitcase. After all, he'd pretty much just waltzed into the guy's room ( he'd been a little surprised to find the door left unlocked ), snagged his suitcase ( which had helpfully been left sitting on the end of the bed ), and then waltzed back out.
So, if any characters happen to be out and about in Joywick, they might spot Neku dragging the suitcase off the street and into the laundromat! Once he's got it safely inside, he crouches down in front of it and takes a second to look it over for any obvious signs that this is some kind of... trap. After all, nothing that has to do with Joshua is ever this easy, right? ... but the desire for points ( and to turn Joshua's clothes a lovely shade of orange! ) wins out over that nagging voice of common sense, so Neku uses his thumbs to flip up the latches of the suitcase and then pushes it all the way open.
-- And by the time he catches a glimpse of what's inside, it's way, way, way too late. ]
Crap--! [ There's a click as the spring-loaded trap inside snaps forward, and Neku barely even has time to squeeze his eyes shut and clasp a protective hand over his MP3 player before the booby trap inside the suitcase proceeds to douse him with a healthy dose of orange paint. ]
. . .
[ Yep, Neku's just going to take a few minutes of defeated silence, here.
And then he's going to drag himself to his feet, trying his best to wipe the globs of orange paint away from his face as he kicks blindly at the suitcase on the floor and mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "Shoulda known, dammit." Congrats, Josh, you get an extra 50 points for the successful counter-prank. ]
[ SIDE B ♫ TEXT ]
[ An hour or so after the paint disaster, this text pops up on the network! ]
does anyone know how to get paint out of
[ ... he pauses for a beat, frowning down at his phone. And then: ]
everything?
text
Is it still fresh or dried?
TEXT.
[ ... He takes a second to check. ] and it's all dry.
TEXT.
TEXT.
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Well, if it's in your hair just wash it and let your shampoo sit for longer than normal before rinsing. I don't know about clothes though.
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what about skin? even scrubbing isn't taking this stuff off.
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he thought he smelled
mus rattusa rat around here; what brings you to the laundromat, Neku? anyway, he's just going to quirk an eyebrow at the poor boy, leaning his arm against one of the nearby driers. ]I don't know. I kinda dig it. It matches your hair and really brings out your eyes.
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you're the worst bond villain and no one likes you !!At the sound of that familiar voice, Neku immediately whirls on his heels and bristles. ]
You --!
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If this is your idea of a joke, very funny. Har har, I'm dying over here.
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Says the would-be rapscallion who tried to sabotage my laundry. [ suitcase is empty, tho ] I suppose you'd call this sort of instance, "karmic backlash"?
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[ Drip, drip, drip. Wow, he is just making an orange mess of this laundromat. ] And it's not like you don't deserve it.
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but anyway, he's totally laughing it off over here, fingers in his bangs. ] Really, now.
Since you seem to keep such a close eye on my track record, feel free to share with the rest of the class. [ ... and okay, he'll be nice and toss the other boy a dry towel from one of the open driers while he's at it. too bad it's not his laundry that he's tossing. ] My slate's pretty clean so far, all things considered.
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[ And even though he's possessed by the urge to just throw that towel back in the other boy's face, he... really doesn't want to stand here like a moron and let the paint set. But, of course, the first thing he does is carefully pull his headphones and MP3 player free from the mess, gently rubbing off the flecks of paint that managed to get on them. ] Just because we're in a new place doesn't mean I forgive you for the crap that happened back home.
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too bad it means that he's going to have some kid trying to hijack his luggage every time he's low on points, though. ] Wow, Neku. If you're looking for your just desserts, stealing my laundry's a little petty, wouldn't you say?
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[ And now that his headphones and MP3 player have been set aside to a safer, paint-free location, he's just... looking down at the orange ruin of his clothes with a grim expression. ]
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[ what a sadistic place this is, really... but who's he to really say? ]
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Thanks a lot for the concern.
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You okay, Neku?