Fourteenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[It is time to sum up what Lucas has been doing all summer.  This is the culmination of hours of hard work and dedication.  This is the pinnacle of success for the boy who has been deprived of a normal childhood.  It is also the first time the player has tried a post of this sort.

Four scenarios will be presented.  One is welcome to respond to as many of them as one wishes.  Numbering the initial comment may be helpful.]

First Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  But what is that horrific racket?  As the alarm rings insistently, smoke pours out an open window accompanied shortly after by its source, a flaming brick of some sort that unfortunately lands in a rosebush and immediately sets it on fire.  Closer inspection would reveal that this was once formerly a cakepan.  Closer inspection is, however, impossible due to the fact that a coughing, choking Lucas covered in soot has just run out the front door and is now blasting the burning bush with the hose.  He does not look pleased.]

Second Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  But what is that horrific racket?  Again?  In the park, birds, humans, and anything with ears quietly begin to edge away from the child ostensibly playing a recorder on a bench.  In actuality, he is managing to hit a note that has never been recorded before in the history of mankind.  This is a great achievement and is followed shortly after by the world record of 'most incorrect notes played simultaneously on one instrument'. 

After about twenty minutes of this, Lucas sighs and places the instrument on the bench beside him.  He does not look pleased.]

Third Scenario:
[It is a peaceful day in Mayfield.  It is difficult to make a horrific racket while drawing, so the town is spared, for now.  He is again in the park, but this time, stares intensely at anyone who happens by.  Those who come up from behind may notice that his artwork is . . . Well, actually, it's not terrible.  He doesn't seem too pleased with himself, though, and there is soon a large pile of crumpled paper around him.]

Fourth Scenario:
[It is not a very peaceful day in Mayfield.  There is a boy in the middle of his yard yelling, screaming, and performing the most bizarre form of martial arts ever invented.  It seems, somehow, to involve a lot of kicking and a lot of . . . yo-yo tricks.  Walk the Dog leaves a trail of burning grass, Around the World breaks off a tree branch with concussive force, and the Forward Pass is . . . actually headed straight at your face.  Whoops.]

Comments

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas seems to notice it for the first time, too, and silently sweatdrops for a little bit.]

Um. You wouldn't believe me if I told you that there was a really small typhoon that only affected our yard, right?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Not when you put it like that.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I guess I went a little too far. Sorry.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Over a little thing like the yard? I don't give a shit about that. I was just curious on how you got a yoyo to do all that.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It's a pretty powerful weapon, even if it is a toy. You could probably do it, too, if you tried.

[Lucas silently offers the yo-yo to Free. If Free has psychic powers of his own, he'll likely be able to duplicate the tricks. Otherwise, it'll behave like a normal yo-yo.]

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

[He tries it, but just doesn't have the knack. After a few tries, he can actually get it to roll back up to his hand. Sadly, even if he had his powers right now they would be firmly in the magic catagory, as opposed to psychic. This will forever be a regular yoyo to Free.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You probably just haven't played with one in a really long time. If you'd like to, you can borrow it when you want, Mis -- Free.

. . . Are you sure just Free is OK? It feels kinda strange.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

I'll stick with what I know, ifi it's all the same to you. But thanks.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. That's probably enough for the day, anyway. I'll, um. Clean up the yard.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

If you want.

I never took you to be the kind of guy who would need to be able to cause damage like this.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

A-Ah? . . . You wouldn't think so, huh?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Well I've never been great at reading people but...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

No . . . You're probably right. I shouldn't be the type of person who needs to do that sort of thing.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Hell, no one should NEED to do that kind of thing. You play with the cards dealed to you.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . What if there's only one play you can make?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

There's never only one play you can make.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's right. You can always fold.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

You can always do anything you want. You'll just have to deal with whatever happens afterwards.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . You're not very good at picking analogies, are you, Mr. Free?

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Not really, no.

You're still calling me Mister, though.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry, Mr. Free. Free.

. . . Anyway. If you do anything you want at cards, you get thrown out and they take all your money. I guess it's almost the same way with life, though. Someone will make sure that you play by the rules.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

It's times like that when it's handy to have an exploding yoyo.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas cracks a smile at that.]

That's not what I use it for, but I guess it would be.

[wolf-wolves.livejournal.com]

Well, do whatever works for you. I can't tell you how to live.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I shouldn't have to use it at all anymore, anyway. So it's probably no good thinking about it.