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Hit the lawyer, delete the gym, facebook up: plans for success and other stuff you can do good too

WHO: OPEN MINGLE
WHERE: Around Recollé look don't put me in a box
WHEN: backdated to Thursday, May 24thish (or can be on Friday? I am not married to it, one of those)
WHAT: Tony does drugs in an attempt to gain more hallucimemories (spoiler: bad idea). Zoro tripsits (spoiler: this does not lead to an Adam Sandler film career change). Tony is also stupidly rich and not spending that money on charitable causes (spoiler: things happen). The tl;dr is there's a truck with supersoakers of the milsim variety (impress your friends! terrorize your friends?) wandering the city freely handing out to anyone who asks for one for their "personal protection" and some other stuff. Also I actively encourage people to post stupid blitzed Tony sightings of him doing weird things; as long as it's not like him throwing babies out of strollers you're good, no permission need asking.
WARNINGS: Drugs IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME... an obnoxious amount of references for the sake of references

In an unsuspecting city...

»A: How it starts... Conversely: I did not have edible relations with that taco

It'd started like any other day. Which is a joke because you're in Retrospec's playbox now sheeple: normal days are over. But this was a more mundane abnormal situation. You got up, started your day, went some places. Happened to pass a Taco Bell perhaps. A line out the door? What could be so good at cheap and easy (greasy and please-y) fastfood chain? You don't have to wait long to find out before the doors are being flung open, plastic tables are being set up on the sidewalk and boom: free catering to the masses.

Because you see Tony Carter is here. And he's not here for just anything. He's here to feed the citizens of Recollé. He will fight for your hunger! Your right to dollar tex-mex! No need for thanks. Though you may be cursing as you find your commute to your destination suddenly stalled. Celebrities.

»B: The continuation. Conversely: Alternative facts

Sometime around noon a truck with accompanying guards will be found driving around the city. They'll ask various citizens, "Hey comrade: are you protected for when the aliens come?" Crazy, right? Haha, must be a publicity stunt like those Blair Witch billboards. Play along a bit, maybe ask what's going on, and they'll open the back of their truck. It's stocked top to bottom, floor to ceiling —with guns. No, not really. They're supersoakers; water guns. As the guards will so helpfully explain to anyone who starts freaking out, pointing out the orange caps on the nozzles of the otherwise realistic (and in some cases very futuristic looking along with, in a few instances, historical mimicking) guns. They want you to be protected, you see. The aliens are coming and you are now part of Earth's last defenses: the Ravagers. Protect yourselves. Protect the people. Earth may be lost to the invasion, but comrades: you will not go quietly!

If this all sounds very much like an acclaimed Tony Carter series, Lights in the Dark, that's been out for near a decade (and now several major motion pictures, spanning a dozen comic lines and soon to be a television series...!), well. Customer confidentiality, sorry. Unless you're law enforcement they can't say who's paid for all this. Just know they're on the side of humanity, wink, finger guns, see ya brave revolutionary. So what do you do with this supersoaker you've been given...?

»C: It got worse. Conversely: All work and no play makes Thomas Jefferson a dull bronze

Recollé is a city. And like all cities monuments are required. Required. All those statues of stuffy dead people? Of doughboys and random children of no name and horses, what is with the horses— yeah. The city's got those. But today they're featuring something of a makeover. Whether it be hats, scarves, shutter shades or copies of Fifty Shades Darker, statues around Recollé are sporting new looks some time around 3pm. Not all of them, that'd just be crazy, but there's a fair percentage.

Of course, there's no saying you can't dress up yourself. Relieve a statue of that Cartier watch (who is leaving this stuff?!), help yourself to a necklace, clean up that tophat. In fact as you go you may notice this is all decidedly period clothing. A mishmash of periods from Ancient Rome (congrats to whoever swipes the toga) to modern day (there is no forgiving the northface vest, someone liberate this poor statue). In the clothing you'll find various tucked notes.

I loved the legionnaire.
The bride's death is on my hands.
I was scared of the aviator.

Follow them all to their correspondingly dressed statues (if you even can, it's a little hard when you're not the only one playing this game and/or collecting these fashion pieces) and you will find yourself at the Recollé court house. The trail seems to end cold here excepting the parking guard who's wearing sunglasses, a "Hello, my name is MEDUSA" sticker and decidedly not cleaning up the pair of spilled big gulps on the ground next to her guardhouse. Uh... Ask her what's up and she'll momentarily lend you the copy of Coby in the City of Statues she's reading. Shock and surprise, the author is: Tony Carter.

»D: The end. Conversely: Yakety-sax

As the day winds down you might find the police about looking for a pair of suspicious individuals. They can't tell you much other than they lost them around West and Purdy and they were most definitely not teenagers. But also they don't seem to be looking that hard aside from the occasional disgruntled cop to be put on this joke of a detail. It is clear though: someone is going to pay for all this public defacing going on today! Got any clues? Theories? Conspiracies? Evidence? Feel free to hand it over. If your tip leads to anything maybe you'll get a reward (better make certain the cop remembers your name).

HOW TO PLAY

→ It's an open mingle do whatever eyyy. Playing with Tony or his babysitter Zoro not required, whatever you want to do with this log is go.

→ I have a running bibliography of Tony's books here if your character would know the ones being referenced and you need some cliffnotes.

→ If you want to post any Tony sightings of him doing weird things sans anything particularly heinous (no him stabbing people, but yeah sure he can be streaking), go for it. In an effort to spare the network and keep this contained feel free to put those network posts as top levels to this log (though if you want to post to the network comm for that hell I'm not your supervisor).

→ Will Tony be getting consequences from this? Yes, no worries. A fine will be issued, there will be embarrassing stories about him in the papers, tabloids and on the internet, he'll have to do some community service and make some PR efforts to clean up his public image. The story will be that he took some painkillers for a pulled muscle and had an...exceptional reaction. No illegal drugs involved whatsoever, nope...!!! For people who turned in tips that would have led to his identity as the nuisance...weirdo...being found out, I am not sure if tip rewards are actually followed through IRL, but let's say they were and some small monetary fee ($25?) or piece of fancy paper expressing your character's good citizenship was handed out. Anyways if I have time with my schedule I'll try to set up some "Tony does community service/charity for PR" thing next month, but if you want him doing something with your character in specific regarding that let me know.

→ My character's with the boys and ladies in blue can they arrest Tony!? Yeah, sure, why not. Obvs this will be first come, first serve if anyone wants it. Also he is going to whine incessantly that he needs a drink what is this Guantanamo. Anyway there'll be an option on my top for this, please have at. Also always up for assuming established CR if you want your cop to have had relations with Tony in the past (he is an alcoholic, asshat and a chronic speeder, lbr, he's spent some time in the drunk tank and paid off his share of tickets), all good.

→ If you have any questions about various things since this is pretty open ended hit me up below in the QUESTIONS top (first comment).

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What it says on the tin

for tony, sweet tony, sweet drugged up tony;

[It takes her all of a few hours to deduct what's going on. She's read far more of Tony's books than she'd like to admit, and there are quite a few obvious hints. Besides: though she'd suspected the app when she first stepped onto the streets, this insanity seems far too mundane for their newfound tormentor. No, this is regular insanity, and that usually means one Tony Carter has gotten bored.]

Where the hell are you.

[She's gonna hunt him down one way or another, but it'd sure be nice if he just told her where he is.]

for everyone and anyone;

[I dare you to hit her up with a watergun. I dare you.

No, but really: for someone who ostensibly isn't actively participating in any of Tony's promotional activities, she's certainly following them along in as nonchalant a manner as she can manage. Catch her trying to lift a very nice watch off a statue or . . . no, she's not arming herself with a water gun, but she is trying to interrogate the driver as to where Carter is. In any instance, she seems utterly exasperated, though she'll try her best to be calm when she speaks to a person.

After all, if they look like they might help her find Carter, she's certainly going to want to cooperate with them.]

you know they have this channel tracked

[Motherfucking aliens. ...Spaceship Earth may need to find Tony first before Rosalind, the lights are flashing strobe patterns upstairs right now.]

Stop messing around.

[A beat, and then:]

At least give me a section of the city to work off of.

[He has to think about that. Uh... An hint.]

im with the colonel
cluck cluck
next to my favorite lincoln logs

[...There's a reason he's a writer and not Katniss Everdeen, okay.]

. . . ah.

[That's more than enough for her to go on, thank you.]

Stay where you are, please. I don't want to spend half the day chasing after you.

the way you wrote that ellipsis is going to bother me
its already bothering me
but yeah sure whats the worst that could happen

[And he will be at KFC by Cabin 11 whenever she finds him?? Having a...bubble blowing contest with a kid and engaging in a completely serious argument about what makes a bubble champion. Also he has sunglasses on. Indoors. It's a pretty textbook case, if one he does not usually engage in himself.

There's still time to turn around and walk away. Just saying.]

[Alas, she is too fond of him to turn around, though perhaps she ought to. Parking her BMW in the lot, Rosalind avoids the crowds, dodges the child's mother, and slips in next to Tony. It's either that or box the kid in, and if she has her way the boy'll be on his way out soon.

Is he drunk? He's not slurring his words, but it's not as if he doesn't have practice putting on a good show.]

Decided to promote our books, did we?

Who's promoting books? Rosalind, hunny, I'm just trying to survive.

[He attempts to look her in the eye, but oh hey is it bright in here, are those people doing something over there— his gaze (and thusly head, he's not doing too well at the independent eye movement thing) is kind of all over.]

Look how few of us are left.

[Says the man in a crowded KFC restaurant. LOOK HOW FEW ROSALIND... Clearly he has lost a few marbles. Not at all helped by him a pepper shaker and beginning to shake it like a maraca.]

What on earth are you talking about?

[Because really: usually he makes sense.]

Tony, we're in a-- give me that-- we're in a restaurant, what the hell are you talking about?

The invasion. Been going on for thirty years? Everything in ruins? Ringing any bells? I know this place is practically the Ritz these days, but come on.

We're living in a rat cage with mold stained bars.

["What are you talking about is kind of written all over his face. Also I am cringing for him, but viva la resistance etc etc]

[Her irritation is starting to melt into worry, now, though it's not noticeable unless you really look.]

Stop messing about. Tell me precisely what you've taken, please, I'm in no mood to guess.

[ No sir. James is not about to get involved in this nonsense. He just got out of suspension, his dad is watching him like a hawk, and he is not about to screw this up for himself by getting involved in some new set of city-wide shenanigans.

Or so he tells himself. He's already got one of those military supersoakers on him, crammed into his backpack. But not to use!!! Just to have. Obviously. He'd be a lunatic to say no to a free watergun of this caliber.

But, god, if he isn't curious about what the hell this lady's doing. He shouts from across the street towards her. ]

Hey! What are you doing? Stealing off the statue?

[She gestures at him. A paragraph could be spent lovingly describing it, all the tense lines of her body and jerky motions, but let's just save time and liken it to something along these lines. Like, the fuck, James. Why on earth are you shouting at her? Who even are you, you little punk? She's not going to shout back. She's thirty-two, she's dignified. She's . . .

Actually, she's climbing back down from a statue after having stolen a watch, but still. She's not gonna shout back at him.]

[ Oh, is this how it's going to be? Is this how it's going to be?

He makes the same gesture right back at her, although more exaggerated. He follows it up with a broad sweep of the arm pointing right at the statue, then at her. ]

[She shrugs. It's an exaggerated shrug, a shrug of I don't understand, I'm so very sorry, if only someone knew how to cross the street and speak to me like a civilized person. It's a shrug with a lot to say for itself, and most of it is deeply sarcastic.]

[ Alright, screw this subtle gesturing crap. He's going back to yelling. He'd cross the street, but then that would mean admitting defeat. ]

You don't have anything better to do than to loot statues in the middle of the day?

[Well, now they're just attracting attention. And since Rosalind has gotten her goal . . . she jams the watch in her pocket, then very carefully makes her way down from the base to the ground. It's fairly impossible to do such a thing with dignity, but nonetheless she tries.

From there, she briskly makes her way across the street, and good lord, she's very good at that strict teacher look, isn't she? With her mouth pursed and her head tipped back, one might think they were the one going around climbing statues instead of her.]

Are you quite done?

[ Well, at least she's walking over to him now. James, 1, this random lady, 0.

He crosses his arms and puffs out his chest at her, partially in an attempt to defuse that chilling strict teacher look on her face. ]

I don't know, are you? Or are you planning to go deface that statue some more?

For heaven's sake, I wasn't defacing it. I was retrieving an item off it.

[ He shrugs, arms still folded across his chest. ]

Okay, fine, let me rephrase.

Are you planning to go loot that statue some more?

I wasn't looting it, I'm trying to bloody well find my friend amid all this idiocy.

Uh-huh. Trying to find your friend by taking crap off a statue.

[ This is the most skeptical glance a human has ever managed to produce, aimed directly at the watch. ]

He's the one who put it up-- why the hell am I bothering to explain this to you? Don't you have a paper route to run?

Do I look like a paper boy? No, I've got nothing better to do than keep an eye on people lying about looting a statue.

For the last time, I wasn't looting it. It isn't looting if it doesn't belong to anyone, and I'm not going to keep it in any case. Do you have a name?

Why do you want to know?

Because I'd like to stop thinking of you as that nosy brat.

Yeah? Well, far as I'm concerned, you're the statue-looting vandal.

Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine.

Dr. R. Lutece. Or Professor, if you'd like. You realize that vandalism includes destruction or damage to a property, don't you? If you're going to insult me, at least do it right.

[ He waves his hand. ]

Eh, whatever. Semantics. Point is, you were doing stuff to that statue that people aren't supposed to be doing to it.

But fine. I'll play fair. I'm James.

[ Haha what now, he's got your last name and you've only got his first name! SUCK ON THAT ]

[ not the water gun prompt bc seto would very much like to live, thank u very much. death by rosalind does not sound v appealing.

But! He will be finding Ros climbing one of the statues near the university, and he's just going to stare at Ros for a while and squint while he tries to figure out what exactly she's doing with the whole climbing-the-statue thing. ]

....... Is that a watch, Professor?

[ He barely has to shout, actually, just needs to raise his voice a little. Seto sounds incredulous, but also amused, because this is the first time he's seeing Rosalind Lutece do anything like this. ]

[You know what? It's actually impossible to hop down from off a statue with any kind of dignity. It just can't be done. Never mind when you've just stolen (claimed, whatever) a watch; you've got absolutely no leg to stand on.

However. That doesn't mean Rosalind isn't fixing to try. She draws herself up as Kaiba approaches, acting as if this is all perfectly normal.]

Yes. It is.

[Is that-- is that seriously all the explanation she's going to offer?]

. . . if you're going to snigger, I'm not going to explain.

[ Recolle has been nothing short of weird ever since Retrospec was downloaded into his phone by Mysterious Game Mecahnics (tm) so yeah this... probably is not the weirdest thing that he's seen all month.

He's just not really a watch person - he has a smartphone for telling the time? ]

No comments.

[ He raises his arms in a mock-surrender gesture. Really, though, he's not going to do anything of that sort! He's just going to casually deadeye her a little. ]

... I was actually going to ask if you needed help getting down.

Give me your hand.

[She sits down on the edge of the base. It's a fair few feet from here to the ground, and while it wouldn't be impossible for her to hop down on her own, it'd be nice to have a hand to steady her.]

And stop looking at me like that.

[ He's like six feet something, so it's entirely possible that he doesn't even have to tiptoe, just stretch his hand out and Rosalind should be able to grab it fairly easily.

He's going to deadeye her even more, but there's also a slight curve of a smile on his lips - he's clearly amused. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ This isn't the first time he's used this pretend-innocent tone of voice on her, probably. ]

You bloody well do, don't act like that.

[At least he's steady, though. Gripping his hand tightly, she hops down off the statue with a harsh exhale. And really, it's not so bad a jump, she's quite all right as she straightens up.]

I'm trying to find Carter, and helpful man that he is, he's left clues all over the city.

FOR ZORO
((I'm p whatevs about this, here's a few starters, cherry pick what you want to play with or throw me something else, everything A-OK.))

→HOUSEBOAT
[When Tony first arrives with the ayahuasca he has a bottle of cognac in hand as a...thank you thing. House warming gift? Look, it's manners, that's all he knows. That gets passed over and it's down to business ("Let's skip the seance and prayers, not really much of brown noser with mystical forces behind my ken"). Zoro may have to talk Tony out of an alcoholic front runner since mixing a stimulant and a depressant is probably not for the best ("It's just to steady my hand, look it's science—"). The ayahuasca isn't the most potent thing Tony's ever downed, but that doesn't make it an award winner either. Which all in all leaves him looking around Zoro's houseboat while he waits for the trip to kick in.]

So why...a stuntman? Is it you get an adrenaline kick? Like the danger? Come on, big guy. Talk to me.

[He's not even tripping yet, but he is here for story time.]

→TACO RUN
[So he spent the first forty-five minutes being freaked out by his own hands, laying on the floor and telling Zoro he never wanted to be an extra in Poseidon. But he's getting the hang of this now. Maybe? Who knows, but he is standing.]

Are you hungry? I'm hungry. [A look at Zoro. Sunglasses come out of his pocket and go on his face, hiding his bloodshot eyes.] Let's get tacos.

[Heading for the door; snooze it and...watch him probably fall overboard and drown. Why about again?]

→ALIENS
[At this point Tony is well and truly lit. He has a super soaker, Zoro has a super soaker if he accepted it. And they're trying to get..somewhere. All Tony will say is they "need to get to the coordinate". Okay.

Anyway they have to cross a street, but... There's an ice cream truck stopped on it serving children. Tony and Zoro are on an alley, waiting for a clear coast.]

It's sickening. Just look at those aliens. Forcing kids to eat it.

[Reaching over he slaps an hand down on Zoro's shoulder.]

Ready to get even?

OTA FOR EVERYONE ELSE

B version 1
[You were minding your own business when a man in a rumpled suit missing the jacket comes barrel rolling out of a side street, grabs you and flings the both of you into some bushes. When you get your bearings you might realize he has a gun— haha no just kidding it's a super soaker, what the fuck. But that's not as important as him shoving you down against the sidewalk.]

Stay down! They're coming.

B reversed
[Alternatively you were minding your own business when a stream of water hits you full on in the head and a man in a rumpled suit missing the jacket jumps out of a side street. He may or may not be telling "SUPPRESSING FIRE" and "GO GO GO". Behind him a gaggle of kids cross the street, laughing uproariously as they run at his urging.]

Not today, alien scum!

C
Who steals from victims of gross tragedy? Bunch of...animals. I've got you Clarence.

[That may be a rumpled looking man putting a monocle on a statue. And. Talking to it. Wait is that Tony Carter? Nah, can't be. Until, you know, he turns to look a you, yes you.]

What are you, a goat? Stop staring. [IMPERIOUS GESTURE FOR YOU TO COME OVER he's clearly crazy, do you obey?] Get over here. You were raised in a barn, apparently. These people need help—

[You look around and it's the two of you and...the statues outside the library. Welp.]

D: for police folks
Tony can later be tracked down to his penthouse apartment in a ritzy building. The front desk may give you a little hassle, but flash your badge and they'll fall into line. Now you just have the lob elevator ride up to think of how you're going to approach this...

WILDCARD
Hit me with whatever, all good. PM me or pp

doublepewpew if you want to hash something out!

Edited (Autocorrect ur killing me) 2017-05-27 18:07 (UTC)

[ can a guy just walk home from school in peace??? He's just trying to go home from school and stay out of trouble.

Getting soaked from head to toe out of nowhere does not fit into that plan very well. He gasps and looks down at himself (as if he needs to confirm that he's soaking wet, no duh) and then over his shoulder at the man now screaming and leading a horde of small children out of...a suspicious looking alleyway?

Honestly James doesn't even care, but he's mad as hell at this guy for soaking him. He pulls out one of those milsim waterguns from his backpack (he was given one from a mysterious truck earlier and intended to take it home, but apparently it was destined for something greater) and starts running after him. ]

I'll give you 'alien scum', you asshole!

[Tony Vision: holy shit that is some six foot reptilian alien barreling down on him with a Hitachi Blunderbuss. Fuck fuck fuck. This is also Tony taking a parting shot and running off down the street— at least until he jump-slides across a car hood like he's a young Marky Mark and returns more fire.

Accuracy: questionable. Enthusiasm: 110%.]

Don't make me take you downtown!

[Because then...they might have to be surrounded by hipsters and nightclubbers??????]

[ James nearly launches himself on top of the car too but then realizes: a) he might not make the jump, and b) regardless, he could get in trouble for that. He puts on the brakes, just barely coming to a stop before slamming into the car and just in time for Tony's second shot to barely graze his shoulder. As if it wasn't already wet.

He ducks down and pumps the watergun for maximum pressure and catches his breath for a second. Then he darts upwards and aims over the car hood at where he thinks Tony must be. But between the poor view, his heavy breathing, and not quite knowing what to expect out of a watergun like this, he's not confident the water will find its target. ]

You're not gonna be taking me anywhere unless it's to dry my clothes off!

[ ... yeah. Seto is eating dirt/maybe a few stray branches from that one bush and thank god he's decided not to wear white today because that can only end well?

And no, okay, he's not going to stay down, in fact he's going to just try his best to roll out from wherever he's been pushed down to and just. Regain his bearings. There's probably a smudge of dirt on his cheek. ]

Okay, what the hell? Tony?

[ Of course it's Tony Fucking Carter, why is he even surprised anymore. ]

... where'd you get that? [ 'That' being the super soaker that he's holding. ]

[It's not that he takes his eyes off him and more like he's curious if a guy this drugged up can swim. AKA he's watching until the very last second to grab Tony's collar and pull him back from that sweet damp embrace.]

You won't be able to swim there. Come on.

[That grip on Tony's collar? Not gone. Zoro's just full on dragging him the right way up and off the docks. Or... is it the right way? They sure do stop at a dead end, facing out over the water with boats swaying on either side.]

Huh... I don't think I took a wrong turn.

[He did. Even drugged to heaven and back Tony could probably notice Zoro walking by the only ramp that led up.]

[ Well, that sure is Tony coming out of nowhere and sending her sprawling to the ground. And causing her to let out a rather undignified squeak. ]

Antony Carter, what the hell are you doing!?

[ She's gonna use her excessive strength and wiggle out of his grasp. ]

Edited 2017-06-03 06:16 (UTC)

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B, just because i find the image hilarious?????

arrives a week late at taco bell

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