wavewalker: (what did you just say about my ship?)
A: PHONE/ACTION FOR HOUSEHOLD [ There's a clatter as the phone is knocked off the hook, likely by a sweeping tail ] -ot in the mood, woman. Gods damn it, why are you a drone again?

[ The drone woman says something, her tone scolding. Ian snarls ] No, will not go outside! I spend all of my godsdamned time outside! If you think for one second that I'm going to sleep in the dog house, then you are sadly mistaken.

[ Suddenly! There's a thwack- someone got hit with the newspaper again ] That does it-- Cyuss! Get in here and control this woman or I will hurt her!

B: THE PARK [ Ian can be found a number of places around the park, doing a number of things. Chiefly, he's looking rather grumpy. He scowls at everything, and does his best to avoid people if he can.

He can be found in a tree, scowling. In an open area, trying to work on his swordplay, also scowling. For the sake of sheer distraction, he might even hunt down some of the local wildlife, taking out a bird or squirrel with powerful claws. Rest assured, he's scowling while he does so. ]


(Expandooc; ))
wavewalker: (stop the boat I want off)
[ Today we find our intrepid Raptori pirate, still in his too-big borrowed clothes, around the shops in town. Namely the clothing shops, since giving up limbs or memories at the post office in exchange for clothes that actually fit doesn't seem like much of a fair trade to him.

Every time he enters a shop, though, he is quickly chased out by the drones therein, usually wielding brooms or rolled newspapers. Sometimes he's hauled bodily out of the store, while the drone scolds him and tells him "no dogs allowed".

It's becoming very frustrating. ]


ExpandLater, after some fumbling, a phone call goes out to the town: )

((ooc; Run into him on the street or talk to him on the phone, whichever!))
wavewalker: (O_o)
[ There's a clatter as the phone is knocked off the hook, followed by the sounds of drawers being opened and their contents being sifted through. There's some unhappy muttering, but otherwise the perpetrator of said rummaging is quiet.

Until he is interrupted by a female shriek: ]


Eek!

-! I'm terribly sorry, madam. Is this your home? I appear to have been robbed and--

No! Bad! Get out of there this instant!

I beg your pardon?

Who even let you in the house? I keep telling the children, pets belong outside. Come on.

I let myself in-- pet? I'm no one's pet. Least of all- unhand me this instant. [ there's a snarl that's not quite human, and the sounds of a brief struggle, followed by a THWAP ] What- that was highly unnecessary!

Go on! Outside! I said go! [ silence for a beat, and then the drone woman retreats, calling for her husband to take care of the "filthy animal" in the bedroom ]

What... just happened?

[ The lone resident of 754 Partridge Drive might indeed find something... interesting in the bedroom, if he so chooses to look. ]

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