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hadriel_logs2017-07-16 10:38 am
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Event Log: Stepford Summer
Who: Everyone participating in the event
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!
Good morning, neighbor!
On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.
The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!
The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?
There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?
Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?
What: The Stepford Summer event!
Where: Across the city
When: July 16th-July 25th
Warnings: None!
Good morning, neighbor!
On the 16th, everyone wakes up feeling a little more... complete. The sun is shining, your bed is nice and comfortable and when you throw off the blankets, your perfect dog (probably named Spot) is sitting eagerly at your feet, waiting to be fed and walked.
The newspaper smacks against your porch and the paper boy calls out in hello as he cycles off further down the road. Sure, you can't actually read the strange symbols on the paper, but it's nice to have the ritual of it in the first place. Your parent or your sibling or your significant other is busy making pancakes in the kitchen when you come in, filling the room with the smell of delicious cooking. Yum!
The rest of the day is much like this. You straighten your tie, adjust your blazer and head off to work at a normal place, doing normal things. So what if you work with a guy who's actually a demon, or a seven foot tall elf? That's normal, isn't it?
There are cracks in the illusion, of course, but whether you're able to put it together is on you. Why would you want to, anyway? You have so many great relatives and an awesome support system, you're drinking awesome coffee every morning, and maybe you'll treat yourself to some ice cream at night before bed. What could be better?
Certainly not the cave. You don't want to remember that, do you?
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[It was an, unfortunately, familiar voice that called out to Malkus right as he'd turned away from the front door step. When the man peered over his shoulder at the caller, it was none other than the female half of the twins who lived at this residence, Lup standing in the doorway with her hair loose around her shoulders and a hand on her hip.
Her free hand gestured angrily towards the single bottle of milk.]
We ordered like two cases of milk from you last week, not a single bottle. It's pancake day on set, homie. That means we need more milk.
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[ He curled his fist and did a little swing at the air. Heat rose off the back of his neck. These twins were notorious for trying to get their deposits back on broken bottles. Broken broken, like, half the time they just returned bags of glass shards. If they were even in bags. Malkus tugged on his milkman cap and reopened his case. ]
I'll see if I can help you out, tell you what. How about some delicious cashew milk? I'm sure your audience would love that.
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Noope. [She popped the 'p', drawing out the word as she stepped out from her doorway to close the distance between them.] I didn't pay for cashew milk. I would never pay for cashew milk. I want what I'm owed and I need it before noon. Now, can you get it or do I have to spend my morning changing up our menu for the day?
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Okay jeez, gosh, look alright gosh. Bagosh I'll get it, I'll get your stuff. I have more at home, I'll do it.
[ He tucked his head into his shoulders and smushed his expression into a sour face that he was confident she couldn't see. At least if it weren't for the little grunt he let out just then. ]
For future reference there are order sheets you can fill out to change your milk order instead of yelling outside of my window.
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Still, she's not about to let him run off and leave her stranded with nothing to show for it, so Lup rolls her eyes as if it's the biggest inconvenience of her life and flicks her hair behind her shoulder.] Fine, but I'm going with you. Wait here.
[Just before she disappears in the doorway, the woman shoots the milkman a look over her shoulder.] Well, you really should have told me that before I wore out my voice yelling. Pretty rude of you, huh? [And then she's slamming the door behind her.]
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You see actually-
[ And slam went the door! Malkus inhaled deeply and let out a long dry sigh. He did some math in his head, trying to imagine how far behind in his route he'd be. Granted the mornings were long and most of the neighborhood seemed to not even know he was leaving milk bottles at their doorsteps, but still, he had to hurry! A small part of him wishes he'd actually remembered that Lup had been yelling about two cases of milk. Did he even have that much at home? Maybe he'd have to stop by the grocery store? ]
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It's nearly a full five minutes later that Lup reappears, more appropriately dressed for the day with her long hair braided behind her, that earlier irritation of hers not quite so apparent on her face. She's still annoyed, having to spend any part of her day tracking supplies down was never a fun day for Lup, but it's a definite improvement.]
Alright, lead the way, my man.
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Neat. Oh you're- OH yeah, right the milk thing. Very well, follow me!
[ He swung around and hoisted the case onto his back. And off they went! It was a short distance from his home, so they shouldn't be out long! ]
How lucky for you to be able to see the inner machinations of a milkman's job! I remember when I first started, I said "Malkus. This. Is. Lit-erally the best job. You get to walk all morning, and you don't get any of the paper cuts that the mailman gets!"
Goodness.
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Yeeeah. [The woman's voice sounds anything but excited by the prospect, but she's ready to follow, nonetheless.] Lucky me. When did you start this whole gig, anyway? I can't for the life of me remember the first time you picked up bottles from my place.
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Honestly I do not remember, either.
[ He turned and strolled down the street with the cooler on his back. ]
The years stretch on it feels, and this profession has beckoned me always. Possessed me for as long as I have memory. But it's great! Who needs to be a member of a fitness regiment, when your profession is so active?
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Possessed you? That's a pretty creepy way to put it. But, y'know, chase that paper, son. [She turns to watch their resident mailman walk on by, whistling an unfamiliar tune. Once he disappears out of view, Lup swivels her gaze back towards Malkus.] Sooo, you keep all of the milk at your house? Is that right?
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[ He gestured back towards the direction of the mailman. ]
The courier likely keeps the rest of his parcels at home too, I imagine. But they might not. Paper's lighter than milk after all. Why?
[ Malkus raised an eyebrow and turned his head towards Lup as they approached his home. An extremely dull looking house, about as basic as one could get. ]
Is that incorrect?
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Uh, I assume he picks all of his deliveries at the post office. Where do you even get the milk from? Shouldn't it be at, gods, I dunno, a factory or something? A farm? [Did the farmers deliver it to Malkus to send out to the people??? Wouldn't it make more sense for him to pick it up there and then deliver it without that extra step? This whole thing made no sense.]
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[ Oh shit, a farm of course. Malkus felt his back get hot and damp with a nervous sweat. He choked. He was choking. ]
That would be where it normally came from, y-yes. But we have an arrangement you see. It’s really very complicated.
[ He held the door open for Lup before heading inside. The interior of the home wasn’t much more cheerful. A chair by the window. Empty bookcase. A fridge off in a rather dusty looking kitchen. This was no place to house the town’s milk. Malkus strode over to the fridge and kept his hand wrapped around the handle. ]
What happens is… I go ahead and take care of the supplies, you see.
[ He spoke as he opened the fridge, revealing jug after plastic jug. And these were the modern sorts of plastic gallons. Not the old looking glass bottles Malkus had been carrying. What the hell was going on?! Was that the grocery store's logo printed on them? ]
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That is, until Malkus opens his fridge and pulls out a fucking store-bought galleon of milk. Lup is frozen in place staring for at least a full thirty seconds, simply blinking, quietly waiting for something else to happen. Like for confetti and streamers to pop out and go GOTCHA. But the time passes and nothing changes, her expression goes dark.]
You... Is this a fucking joke? Am I going to turn around and be Punk'd or something?
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You wanted milk, yes?
[ When he filled it, it was clear that the glass bottle was barely even half the milk jug. Lup may also realize that the bottles together cost more than a gallon of milk normally would. And that the neighborhood has essentially been funding a man's lemonade stand. Only instead of lemonade, he sold repackaged not-for-resale amounts of milk. ]
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That's it. [She dropped the bag full of glass bottle shards that she'd carried along with her to return for deposit, letting it fall to the floor of Malkus' kitchen instead.] I'm reporting you to the Homeowner Association! This is a scam! And an awful one! You should be ashamed!
[Her fingers tingle at her side, hands clenched into fists, something both unrecognized and familiar all at once at the sensation.]
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I knew bringing you here was a bad idea! You wouldn't dare! I'm doing nothing illegal!
[ He shot his attention to the shards that spread across the floor. He was going to have to ask someone to clean that up later. Damn you Lup for giving someone else a chore! ]
You wouldn't dare! The HOA are the real con men, with their licenses and health inspections!
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But. What if there was a better option than just simply crushing the man completely under her heel and walking away?]
Alright. [Lup regards him carefully, the gears of her mind already turning with new idea.] So what if I don't go to them? What then? What would you give me?
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[ Malkus could see his reputation fall to pieces right before his very eyes! His career! He'd worked so hard to sneak those gallons home. He'd torn up every receipt that could have left some paper trail back to the man's house! Why the hell did he let Lup inside to see any of this?! Malkus had his own gears turning, but they were probably all bent and spinning in opposite directions. ]
I can make you. Deputy Milk... Woman.
[ Time for the counter-offer, Lup. ]
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[She's pretty happy in her current career choice, thanks.]
No, what I'm thinking is you let me take over this operation. You can still, y'know, do your deliveries and whatnot, but I can run everything behind the scenes and actually make us a pretty sweet profit.
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I'll need to think about it. I've got a lot riding on this! You must remain honest and virtuous in your duties!
[ Malkus turned his back to her, leaving the milk jug uncapped with seemingly no intention to cap it or put it back in the fridge. This... This seemed like a regular occurrence, if the sanitation of the kitchen was any indicator. ]
I accept this offer!
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Lup stares on as Malkus leaves the milk uncapped on the counter, eyes narrowed. Okay, first thing she's doing, is moving this base of operations. None of this will do.]
First smart thing you've ever done, my dude. I need to prep the kitchen for dinner tonight, but I'm going to be in contact. [And soon.] Keep this whole arrangement between us, got it?
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[ Lup, were you going to corrupt the hell out of this man's innocent milk racket? He watched her suspiciously as he moved to start gathering up the glass shards she left splayed over the floor... Wait a second. ]
Were you going to try to redeem these again?!
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Lup only grins at his on point assumption, not seeing any need to give the man an actual answer. The contract is already drawn up in her mind. The deal is done. Malkus can just sit back and wait for her to contact him again to get this illegal milk mafia plan going.
When he brings up the shattered glass around their feet, Lup's already turning to leave, but she casts one last look over her shoulder. Down at the shards of glass, then back up at him.] Natch, my dude. But I'll just take it out of your paycheck. [And she's out.]