sixteen | mommy dear, tell me please, is the world really round

[strike_you_out]

[ Today, Slugger is acting particularly unusual especially where it concerns the females in his life. For much of the day, he'll be busy with one thing or another...]

(A) Terezi's Room
[ His sister will find buckets of brand new delicious crayons and cartons of paint in her bedroom. That's right, Terezi. BUCKETS. And PAILS.]

(B) Around Mayfield / Your Yard
[ Somewhere Slugger has gleaned that ladies are fond of pretty things that smell nice. Or something. Wherever there is a flower to be picked, he is picking it. ]

(C) At Home; 726 Anderson
[ helping Edward with whatever menial chores Susan has saddled him with and/or assisting Edward with the stealing and transport of 30 lbs of chocolates. ]

(D) Backyard; 726 Anderson
[ Sitting in the backyard is a wooden picnic table just like the ones seen at the park. In fact, it is one of the picnic tables from the park. How he transfered it to his backyard will forever remain a mystery. At the moment he's brushing off the dust and leaves from it and trying to unravel the umbrella bisecting the table at its center.]

[ooc]  Slugger is mostly affected by his female housemates, but he'll also be affected by others that he's familiar with (more so if he likes you, less if he doesn't.) 

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C.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a spring in Eddie's step this morning. He's just pulled off one of his classic capers for the first time in ages. And Slugger's helping him out. He feels giddy, nostalgic, almost young again.

He leans against the side of his car, waiting for the boy to begin moving chocolate out of the trunk. Susan's going to love these.]

Pick up the pace, Slugger. But don't unload all of it. Leave about half of it in the car.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[While it may look as though Slugger is obediently following Edward's orders, it's mostly just an illusion. He's only moving the boxes because he wants to have them all ready for Susan when she arrives. It isn't until Edward mentions leaving half the boxes behind that he's actually listening to anything his "father" is saying.

Both arms filled and with a box of truffles under his chin, he looks up.]

Why?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Because we need to make another stop after this.

[That's right, Eddie intends to bring a good deal of their haul to a certain scientific investigator. Never mind the fact that she's still mad at him, probably.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Still confused, he hovers nearby. One of the boxes threatens to fall but he catches it in the bend of his elbow.]

To where?

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward doesn't answer right away, pushing off the side of the car and whistling a little tune (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueIRPDAbPNY) to himself as he pulls an emerald envelope from his pocket. He hunches over the trunk, sliding the envelope into the top chocolate box.]

You'll see.

B

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey there. ...why are you picking flowers?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't notice right away, but the row of tulips he's snatching up ends right at Ai's feet. Spotting her, he rises to his feet. He's gathered quite a collection of flora, basically anything white or colorful that managed to catch his eye, including everything from dandelions to prize-winning irises.

Usually, he greets her with a nod but today he bows. She has existed for many, many years so the bow she gets is not shallow. When he straightens, he gathers everything he's picked by their stems---it takes both hands to hold it all---and offers it all to her.]

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[She blinks and then takes the flowers....]

....thank you?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Now that the massive bouquet is somewhat out of the way, she'll be able to see that he isn't wearing a vacant, brainwashed grin on his face. But while he may not be droned, there's definitely something a little strange. Slugger appears very focused on her, overly attentive as if he's waiting to be assigned some sort of duty.]

Welcome. Need anything?

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Okay...that's ...even stranger.]

....are you feeling alright?

B

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death smiles at her not!...great-grandson]

Hello, Slugger.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger pauses to wave but he isn't quite done here yet and will continue to reap the land of any brightly colored plant life available. If you have a garden you don't want picked over, now's the time to stop him.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death points to the patch he's currently working at]

Go easy on those. They don't grow back as quickly as the others.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, then draws his hand away from the flower he was about to pick. He's already picked a few and decides to leave it at that. In fact, he'll leave the rest of the yard in tact and will instead sit on the steps and focus on arranging what he already has.

From the looks of it, he may have wandered into a patch of poison ivy earlier and stops every now and then to scratch at a rash on his arm.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Thanks, Slugger.

[She eyes the rash with concern]

Are you okay?

A

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Terezi has infinitely more of a sense of humor about this kind of thing than her friends. But this, really? This is some seriously fucked-up stalker shit, and almost certainly illegal.

She hesitantly inspects the perverse, fitlhy edifice. Who could have done this?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The culprit enters the room behind her, excited to see her reaction. Unfortunately, he either has no idea how Terezi feels about buckets or he's completely forgotten.]

Do you like it?

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Oh, goodness. She always knew something was off about that boy.

She also has a vague notion that the Bizarre Human Anathema of Incest probably adds yet another delicious layer of perversity to the twisted cake of his creepy games.]

This is slightly untoward!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[She's displeased? This was not the reaction he was expecting. He stares at her, not understanding.]

...There aren't enough?

D (after the chocolates)

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[And wouldn't you know it, dear old Dad is at the grill, flipping some burgers and whistling cheerfully.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[The umbrella finally open and shading the table, Slugger steps back to inspect his work. Satisfied, he turns to bring out the plates.

For once neither "father" nor "son" is out wreaking havoc or getting on the nerves of others. A scene like this can only happen once in a lifetime.]

C

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

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Right.

What did you two do this time? Did you break something? The refrigerator? The television? The washer? ... It was the washer, wasn't it? Is it broken? No? It's flooding, isn't it? It's flooding. The laundry's room flooding and we'll have to make do without a ground floor for a week.

I'm not cleaning it up.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Look at all of these boxes of chocolate, Susan. Do you know how much chocolate this is? It's twenty pounds worth. Would have been thirty if Edward hadn't given ten pounds of it away... And it's arranged so nicely on the dining room table with several vases of flowers.

Slugger stands beside it, looking unusually eager and nearly the picture of innocence.]

Nothing's broken.

[He assures you, if something were broken, it'd have been glued back together by now.]

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

Who're all these boxes for, then?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Looking sort of amused (and not nearly as sinister as his userpic might suggest).]

You.