054. Darlene

[samson]

[Mark]
Hey, so... finding my stuff kind of came up with a dead end. Did you hear anything? [Since Mark kind of keeps an eye on stuff, he figures...]
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[Stephanie]
Hey, it's Brock. I'm almost done with your hover bike, sort of. I wanted to ask you... what kind of fuel does this thing use?
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[Violet]
It's Brock; I talked to you before about redoing your kitchen. I'm just about ready to start, if you're cool with that.
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[These filters done, Brock can be found around town, around the castle grounds, and in the castle itself. He has a large, white dog on a leash and seems to be trying to get it to track something with varying levels of success.

By which I mean the dog keeps getting distracted by interesting smells that are not at all what Brock cares about. His frustration is pretty apparent by this point; he is chainsmoking and scowling at everything. Life is hard.]

Comments

Brock

[secondchances]

That's... a good question.

Stephanie

[samson]

...you've never had to fill up a tank or recharge it or anything?

Brock

[secondchances]

Nope. I'm pretty sure there's something in it, but whatever it is hasn't run out of charge or whatever.

Stephanie

[samson]

That sounds...

[Dumb...]

Brock

[secondchances]

Convenient!

Stephanie

[samson]

I was going for 'something to worry about.'

Brock

[secondchances]

If it was a gift to someone from the castle, doesn't it make sense that it might not need to be refueled?

Brock

[hard_talker]

No dice yet. I been keepin' an eye out. Whoever did it is either keepin' their mouth shut or bein' really good about their damn filters.

We've got another creeper, though.

Mark

[samson]

Yeah, that's what I got, too. [It's hard being a spy when your only conceivable source is run by magic...]

--what, you're kidding. Who?

Brock

[hard_talker]

[he scribbles down a page number] This guy, showed up a couple weeks ago.

He's definitely pinging on my creeper radar.

Mark

[samson]

[Give him a second to flip to the page and look it over...]

Ugh. Some people try too hard.

Brock, to end

[hard_talker]

I know, right? It's like he just decided to stand in the middle of the lobby with a big cardboard sign that said "LOOKIT ME, I'M A FUCKIN' CREEPER".

Mark to end!

[samson]

God, there was this kid a couple months ago who did the same thing. He didn't pull anything though, so maybe this guy is just trying to be "edgy" or whatever...

I'll keep an eye on him, though. Sometimes I wish we still had some kind of security network.

Brock

[signedlefthanded]

Whenever you wish.

Violet

[samson]

Alright. I'll start tomorrow if that's okay.

Are you gonna close up your shop while I'm workin' on this? It might get loud.

Brock

[signedlefthanded]

I was planning on it, yes.

Violet

[samson]

Great. It shouldn't take me more than a couple days.

Brock

[signedlefthanded]

That sounds fine to me.

Violet

[samson]

Awesome.

Did you make any progress on figuring out a security system?

[molotov]

[Molotov doesn't have a dog, she has a bear. A baby bear. On a leash. She's so normal.

She's watching Brock from across the way, smoking as she observes his total lack of control over this dog.]

[samson]

[Hey, the dog isn't running wild or anything! It's just not... tracking things...

Sigh.

Brock happens to glance over his shoulder and sees Molotov and her dumb bear cub on a leash.]

You're still doing that?

[molotov]

Why wouldn't I? Mishka is better trained than your creature.

[samson]

It's a bear. You can't train a bear.

[molotov]

I can so.

[samson]

[EYEROLL...]

Whatever. Churchill's totally a great dog.