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[criminaljustice]

Who: SOME NOISEMAKERS AND YOU
Where: THE TVS, YOUR PHONE, BUT MOSTLY OUTSIDE IN THE "CITY"
When: Day 3, early morning

[there's an alert of a live! it's a very noisy one, just in case you thought to turn it off and roll back over because fuck getting up early when you had shitty reality of the idol situation dumped into your lap thanks to that game, amirite?

the camera's focused in on a certain member of BAD END=DEAD END who does not seem the least bit sorry if he's disturbed anyone's sleep. he's wearing this outfit and is also holding a chunk of a cinderblock aloft, eyeing the game tower building.]

Time to blow off some steam.

[and through a window the cinderblock goes.

it does make a satisfying smashing sound, doesn't it? well, he's not gonna stop there, moving to retrieve the block while flipping the bird for the cameras to pick up because specifically: fuck the hosts.]

Comments

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Throwing some broken bit of building through the window next to Oni]

Extremely.

[grandschemed]

[ -- he's fast to react, at least, whirring around to look. then his lips curl, giving him a look ]

Sorry for smashin' yer face in earlier, kid, but don't give me another excuse to.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oooh scary. I'm just here to help assist in the success of your team's live broadcast.

[grandschemed]

Awfully generous for a guy who seemed pretty set against playin' nice before.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Says the guy who threw the first punch.

[grandschemed]

We had ta punch someone.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs. Oh, he's not arguing that]

Who made the executive decision? I'd like to know.

[grandschemed]

Boss and Nine-nine - - seemed to have a bone ta pick with you already.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And you were just the poor messenger? What a terrible job.

[grandschemed]

I mean.


It ain't exactly tearin' me up inside.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I can see that.

[Shrugs his shoulders]

No hard feelings, right? It was just a game.

[grandschemed]

Right, but ya still acted like an asshole. Before the punchin'.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

And your point is...?

[grandschemed]

Hard for me to picture us gettin' all chummy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh, no worries there. I have no intention of becoming---

[Finger quotes]

-- "chummy" with any of you.

[But it'd be stupid to not realize that all of them are in the same unfortunate amnesiac position]

[grandschemed]

[ internally Oni muses over how everything out of this guy's mouth sounds assholish even if it's not an objectively asshole thing to say. ]

Well, good that that's cleared up. Ya got me all worried fer a second there.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It could be because he is an asshole.

Sorry that you have to deal with him]

As long as we are on the same page.

[grandschemed]

You actually helpin' or just throwin' stuff dangerously near my head for kicks?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It might have been to get your attention.

[grandschemed]

Well, ya sure got it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

But now my curiosity has been satisfied, so I don't need it anymore.

[grandschemed]

You tellin' me to buzz off?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Absolutely not.

[Picks up a chair of his own]

However, I have work to do. And so do you.

[grandschemed]

Yeah, yeah, I was gettin' to it before someone threw one right at me.