[OPEN] I can't make mime jokes

[immobileyes]

Who: Mary (immobileyes) and YOU, if you can handle mime mascots
When: IC 11/09, OOC 1/27-- so today, yes
Where: Inside of McCERES, outside of McCERES, the world is vast and great
What: You've met McCeres' mascot mime. Now meet McCeres' mascot mime junior.
Rating/Warning: Mimes only present until Mary loses her head.

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[ rejoice, o denizens of this colony, for should your hunger guide you to McCERES on this, the most normal of days, you will be able to experience one of the following options: ]

a.)

[ Your friendly notorious mime mascot is here today, although this one is noticeably shorter than the one you may have encountered before. The outfit and head both seem a little large, so this mime is walking somewhat awkwardly, but still making its nightmarish way towards you to hand you a flyer detailing all of the deals going on right now. You may have to help it, because apparently it can't seem to hand you the paper properly; either it'll wave the paper past your face or directly in your face.

Once you've accepted it, it bends in half a little and will shuffle off, leaving you to your peace and the regathering of your sanity and well-being.

... At which point the stuff of nightmares will smack into a table and fall over with a very muffled yelp. ]


b.)

[ Well, that sure was an... odd meal! Or maybe you're coming to check this place out, but either way, right outside is Mime Mascot Junior, floundering after two teenaged boys.

Why?

Because they've hijacked Mime Mascot Junior's head and are playing Keep Away, and the one desperately trying to reach up and free it is none other than a very disheveled and frazzled-looking fourteen-year-old girl that you may or may not find familiar. ]

Give it back! I-it's not funny!

[ but you can laugh, anyway. ]


c.)

[ Thank god, the mime is gone. Four hours later, Mary can be found slumped outside of McCERES, apparently trying to summon up the energy for the walk home. She's actually been trying to do this for a good thirty minutes. Kids, and ballpits, and customers will do that to a girl. Sadly, she looks as though she's been through quite the battle, and if you come closer, you can hear some tired muttering. Namely: ]

How do people do this every day...?

Comments

c

[lionly]

[Ah, there she is. He's been thinking about her at her job all day, wondering how it's going, and before he knew it he had wound up coming this way. She hadn't been back at the apartment anyway...

So he's relieved but also worried as he spies her, one ear twitching lightly as he approaches and leans down juuust slightly, one hand on his knee. He's even armour-free today, though he has his longsword, as usual.]

Ma-aaary? You all right, there?

a

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee is approaching this establishment for the first time while on a lunch break from his sporting goods job. He's decided to test out every last eatery this place has to order, and this is today's pick.

A strange creature approaches him with an odd walk. Has it been injured in some way? Or perhaps this is some cultural practice. Rock Lee stares the creature down intensely and then grips the flyer offered to him. He does not want to offend his creature by refusing its offering! And then, he gives a deep bow, while his eyes shimmer with tears, to try to signify his respect for this bizarre creature.

It looks like the creature is bowing as well, perhaps, and then it leaves him. Rock Lee takes a moment to look over this flyer, which must be a message of great important from the creature, but he looks up as he hears a bumping noise and an odd yelping noise together.

He looks up, startled! The creature has fallen! It's an emergency! Rock Lee leaves the flyer to the winds and rushes towards its side, leaving a trail of tears in his wake. As he nears, he cries at the top of his lungs.]

IT'S TOO SOON TO DIE!

[He can only hope his message can be understood by this creature...]

C

[littlestbaskerville]

[Lily's been trying at her job...but she's short and couldn't help with a lot. So on her way home she happens to go by McCERES, she heard it was pretty nice and she was hungry. As she approaches though she recognizes a familiar face. All too happy to see her she goes trotting up to her.]

Mary!

b;

[deontology]

[And then one miscreant is...suddenly off his feet. Sousei just holds him by his collar, inspecting him for a moment before narrowing his eyes.

Thoroughly cowed, that poor teenage NPC drops the head.

Ah yes. They weren't expecting an Adult.]

Enough of this.

b

[espersions]

[ It's only because the teenage boys are, well, boys that Hyoubu doesn't employ more severe methods. What he does instead is use a hypnotic illusion to convince them that what they are tossing around is an actual severed head with blood and dangly spinal cord bits flying. And then the head swivels about mid-toss and squeals:

"Ooooooh, that tickles!"

At which point the boys run away screaming, leaving the Mime Mascot's head behind. Hyoubu touches down lightly (he'd been floating above, stalking someone he's spoken to exactly once like a normal person). ]

What's their problem?

[ And then he turns to Mary and blinks as if he'd just noticed her. ]

Hey. Mary, isn't it?

c.

[allthreefourths]

[ oh, slumped little fluffball? hope you weren't expecting any kind of silent alone time, because there is the very distinct sounds of footsteps in the distance. one set from the very excited dragon currently making his way over, the other from the not-so-excited-but-was-slightly-concerned viking following said dragon, a hiccup in his step from the prosthetic (as is usual).

since they'd all but established everyone was back to normal from event shenanigans, toothless won't be hesitating to give her a couple of very friendly licks. enjoy, mary.

at least the owner will stop in front shortly after that horrible, horrible attack!! ]

Whoops. Sorry about that, we've started the "lack of warning" thing again, apparently-- [ ... ] Hey, Mary.

b | punches kia

[swordboning]

[Ugh, this was sickening to watch. Seeing this girl flail around like that. Secretly, it reminded him of a certain little sister of his, complete with the eye and hair color, which didn't make him any happier.

Basically, it meant he was appearing suddenly from his spiritness with a wooden sword in hand, using it to sweep the feet out from under one of the kids and grabbing the head out of midair.

He totally wasn't doing this for any reason but because the sight was pitiful to watch!!!]

Get out of here, idiots, and pick on someone your own size.

b

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth couldn't care less about McCERES or what they serve because ew fast food. He's passing by like it's no big deal...when he sees a little girl dressed in a strange costume and trying to reach up and grab what seems to be the head part of the costume being tossed about by two teenage boys.

He doesn't even know these kids. But what he does know is that he has to restore order and he can't stand seeing this poor girl struggling to get that weird mime head back. So, Edgeworth strides over to the boys, with a very imperious, very intense glare on his face. It also doesn't help that he is, yes, wearing a sword at his hip. In its scabbard, maybe, but it looks real enough.]

Hold it!

b

[topscores]

[One minute, Mary might hear a snap. The next, Nice is standing next to the dumbfounded kids who are now on the ground. He has the mascot head in his hands, and he's grinning wildly down at them.]

Boo.

[The boys yell in surprise and start crawling/running away, and Nice turns to look at Mary. His wild grin fades into something more appropriate to talk to her with, at least.]

We really have to stop meeting like this, Mary. Why didn't you use that paralyzing thing on them?

a

[ogrepowered]

[ Poor unfortunate mime mascot! Although once the stuff of nightmares hits the table and falls over, it'll find itself being hoisted up by the scruff of its costume and placed right back onto its feet. ]

[ ... by Ogre Magi. The larger head is contentedly chewing the flyer given to them by Mary, so it's up to the hooded one to ask its ever important question. ]

Say, you got any more of those papers on you? It ain't half bad! Could use a little more salt, though.

b;

[unpresidential]

[his plan had been to mind his business and get a burger. you know, the usual for nam soon—slip in and out before heading on his way with a quick meal. sometimes, it's good to change it up from a diet of ramen and kimchi and rice. okay, so maybe he eats other things, but that's not all that important. today's a good day for a burger.

but that plan gets cut a little short when he sees this scene in front of him. two punkass teenagers messing with a kid, essentially bullying her while she's doing low-pay work. he's a working guy, and he's been in the shoes of the bully. he's been a punk and a thug and an asshole, despite the way he carries himself as calm and unthreatening most of the time.

this, though? not acceptable. he's thrown that sort of lifestyle away, but there's no way in hell he's going to let these kids pick on a little girl. especially when he realizes that girl is mary. it brings out something instinctively protective in him, just as it always does when the bullies come after the ones who mind their own business. there's a little fire that sparks in him, something a little reminiscent of his former self—gyeonggi's best fighter, tsunami.]

Yah! [he yells out to the kids in a halting tone, teeth grit and jaw clenched as he steps between mary and the two boys making her job miserable. fortunately, his long legs and beanpole stature are enough to tower over them both, and it's not much effort to get a grip on the wrist of one of the boys—the wrist of the one who currently has that head in his hand.]

Cowardly little punks, picking on a girl. Go play with someone your own size. [and his eyes will narrow on them, icy cold.] You don't want to play with me the way you're trying to play with her.

[okay, so maybe he does have some sense of an older brotherly instinct, even if he probably doesn't need to be this harsh about it. he'll apologize to mary later if this terrifies the hell out of her.

...sometimes, he just loses his cool about things. like this.]

b

[sunshrouded]

[Tenka has no patience for little shits besides being King Little Shit himself.

So it's probably why he's kind of just automatically catching the Mime Mascot Junior's head and proceeding to kick one of the snots in the gut. Then he's quick to turn and smack the other teenaged boy right upside the head.]

Hey, punks!! You think this sort of thing is funny - do you feel like a champ?! Better scram before I hurl you right off this planet!

[Which is enough to make them both freeze up and start running because Tenka's basically 300% in protective mode at the moment.]

c

[unevoke]

[Having finally finished his shift at McCeres, Shinji walks out with a ice cream shake in his hand, fully prepared to check up on the Indomitable Mime Jr. He's been watching her antics on and off all day, mildly concerned that she wouldn't last twenty minutes, so it's with some relief that he sees her make it back in one piece, even if she proceeds to do nothing but sit for half an hour.]

Lots of practice. [And a fitting disposition, probably. He'd just punch people if he were forced to wear that dumb costume all day. But good work deserves rewards, and so he holds out the shake in his hand.] Want some ice cream?