2 (It came from the dairy aisle, Day 3)

[surf_n_makai]

[If the past couple of days hadn't been crazy enough, what with the few people she knew being... just off, and then that big red blob of disgusting cherry goo, today Kono gets a face full of gas on her way out to work this morning.]

[Action A - Zemekis Corp. Offices, morning]
[Kono's noticing by the time she gets to work that she's starting feel a little taller.  As the morning continues, she notices the coffee cup she continues to refill for whoever just called her "doll" is getting smaller and smaller in her hand.  She decides to go find non-drone employees to see if they are having the same problems.  If you're working today, you'll see a slowing growing Kono looking for answers.]



[Action B - 463 Stone Street, afternoon]
[Kono's sitting on her lawn, now too big to fit in a building.  She's trying to figure out a battle plan for what to do about this problem.  If you're walking or a neighbor, feel free to stop and talk, or possibly plan with her.]



[Action C - Highway, early evening]
[Kono figures here she's less likely to crush an unsuspecting person, and also dammit she's going to at least try to find a way out.  Maybe if she hits the border she'll turn back to normal.  If you're on the highway, feel free to tell her the plan won't work, or if you have a better idea to turn back, feel free to share.]

Comments

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat takes on a morbid, and somewhat skeptical tone. Like he doesn't feel comfortable with what he's about to say.]

There's one thing that might work, but I ain't gonna suggest riskin' it.

[surf-n-makai.livejournal.com]

Risk what, exactly?

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[He looks more directly at Kono. Or it seems like he is, the way he turns his head slightly.]

Anybody tell ya about th' Post Office?

[surf-n-makai.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that I can regain stuff there, but it's a bad idea because I have to give something up. Like a thumb or a memory. Why?

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

Well—if'n this growth is an affliction caused by th' town that can be given up, maybe it'd be possible to go to th' Postman an' ask for 'em to take it.

[Gat rubs the back of his neck.]

But there ain't no guarantee he'd do that for ya, or—given his inclination—that he'd do it just how you want it.

[surf-n-makai.livejournal.com]

You know, maybe waiting it out isn't such a bad idea.

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat nods.]

Far as incidents go, it ain't been all that bad, so that's what I'd suggest.

[He glances down for a moment, at one of his hands.]

'Specially considerin' how this could've gone.

[surf-n-makai.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing you've been through worse here, haven't you?

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat looks back up to Kono, rubbing the back of his helmeted head as he responds.]

Yeah—when me an' my coworker first arrived here in th' town a few months back, th' Milkman at th' Mayfield Dairy took over as Chief of Police. He made it a law to drink a bottle of his milk each day—an' we're talkin' milk that's either poisoned, fulla fazors or spiders, or psychoactive chemicals.

If'n you didn't, he'd turn somebody in th' family into a drone for a day. Only that person would have murder on their minds.

[A beat.]

That's what he did to me, after we'd tried jus' not drinkin' any.

[surf-n-makai.livejournal.com]

Wow. I'm sorry you went through that. Did you...

Nevermind, it's ok. I'm glad it wasn't permanent, or we'd have a problem. But I'm sorry anyway.

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[As a Guardian who's assisted the military and police on multiple occasions, Gat has an idea of what Kono meant to ask.]

Naw, it ain't no thing. I didn't kill anybody. My coworker neutralized me before I could do any real harm.

[Never going to forget what it feels like to have a frying pan to the face. Then having to wait for the body to heal naturally.]