Twenty-Sixth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Ring, ring!  It is 6:00 in the morning and there is someone buzzing at your door.

The day after Thanksgiving, Lucas was awakened by the sound of the telephone.  Upon picking it up, he was greeted by a friendly disembodied voice thanking him for his application as a paper-boy.  He'd be starting tomorrow!

 . . .

The rest of the day was spent in anxiety about what he was going to do.  And seeing as how he was Lucas, he came to the inevitable conclusion that he'd better make the best job of it he could.  This is the reason why your doorbell is being rung at an ungodly hour -- If it's possible for a buzzer to sound polite, it does.  Lucas will wait with a cheerful smile on your front porch until someone shows up to answer the door, after which he'll promptly launch into a speech that sounds as if it has been nervously rehearsed for hours.  In the event that no one does, he will leave after two rings.  Morning people may notice that there's no bike nearby, but there is a table meandering about your front lawn.  The speech runs as follows, though you can cut him off at any time.]

Good morning, [mister/miss]!  My name is Lucas.  We're not acquainted, but I wanted to let you know that I'll be responsible for bringing your newspapers in the morning now.  I'll do everything I can to make my delivery as quiet and punctual as possible.

Thanks very much, and I look forward to serving you!

[In the event that he knows you.]

O-Oh!  Hi!  Um.  Ah.  Oh, I have to change my speech.

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[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Who the ☠☠☠☠ is ringing my...

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey kid. What speech?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

The one where I was going to tell you about delivering your paper from now on and sorry if I messed up or anything.

. . .

Oh. I guess I just gave it.

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

So you're stuck with working that early in the morning? Sorry to hear man.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[A very frightened young man opens the door. Panicked and desperate.]]

"Hey, kid! I am not sure what's going on here but the lady inside is trying to convince me I am her kid. Please tell me you aren't a part of this."

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas blinks for a few moments while desperately speaking.]

G-Good morning, mister slash m -- Uh. My name is Lu . . . ......

Um. Never mind. Are you new here?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"New? I think I've been kidnapped and someone told me about murdering people. If you know where your parents are call the police, or if the police really are corrupt call the FBI..."

[abravelikehero]

[He answers the door on the last ring, he looks half awake. It takes him a moment realize there is a kid telling him something, but by the time the speech is finished he's more awake.]

Isn't it a bit early for this? I didn't even know we got a paper. Can other things be delivered?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Early? No, this is when newspapers should be delivered, I'm pretty sure. I think. D-Did I do it wrong?

[infinitemars.livejournal.com]

[Kira answers after a bit, and blinks a little, before smiling. She recalls Lucas from the superhero issue, but has no idea if he'll recall her.]

Good morning.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, there was a degree of forgetfulness involved with regaining with sanity, so there's only the slightest nagging thought that he ought to know this person.]

Good morning, miss! I'm here to deliver your morning paper!

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

Quiet and punctual, yes? [she looks amused. is ringing someone's doorbell at 6:00 AM Lucas's idea of 'quiet'? she knows he must mean well, though, and is smiling.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. I asked around about what I was supposed to do to do the best job I could and they said people hated it when they got wo . . . ken . . . up ...... oh.

[nameofexorcist.livejournal.com]

[It's really early in the morning, but Kresnik is awake]

...It's unnecessary to ring the doorbell when delivering newspapers.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I-I thought it would be friendlier.

[has-a-name.livejournal.com]

...

*they haven't met yet in person, but Nanashi's voice will probably be a dead give away*

... ... good morning...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Oh, dear, she still doesn't sound like she's gotten any sleep. Wonder why that is.]

. . . Oh! Hold on, you're Miss Shina's friend, right? I guess we are acquainted, then.

[naicha]

Ahaha, you're so cute! _{[ That's not meant to be condescending or anything - she's being honest! ]} Lucas practiced that a lot, didn't he?

Don't you usually leave the paper by the front porch and go, though?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[So this was where Taiwan lived, now. . . . There wasn't any reason for him to hover around Beulah Street any longer, then. His cheeks begin to tinge red as she speaks.]

U-Um. Just a little. Lucas w -- I wanted to make sure I did the best job I could my first morning.

. . . Leave it and go? ..... Oh. Right. But this way is, um. More friendly, right?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[And so a disgruntled Kyon has rolled out of bed and gone downstairs to listen to Lucas's speech.]

Right. That's great and all, but do you have to go ringing our doorbells at this ungodly hour to introduce yourself?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ungodly hour . . . ? This is about the time most people wake up for school and work, isn't it?

[It's not. Even if it is, it's Saturday.]

[tsundorapettan.livejournal.com]

...Aaah... [ She'll just be standing there in front of him, in her embarrassingly frilly pink nightgown, rubbing her eyes and giving a huge yawn in response before she finally manages to speak up ] Hmm....? What's up, Lucas...? ...Everything alright....?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, y-yes. Everything's fine.

[Aside from that he was so nervous about this he could barely stand still.]

I just wanted to let you know that I'd be bringing your newspapers in the morning from now on. S-So. Um. It's a pleasure to be serving you, Miss Jessica.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

[The blankest of blank looks. Someone's not quite awake yet...]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Hi, Shiraasan. It's a nice morning, isn't it?

[It is like almost pitch black still.]

I'm here to let you know that I'll be delivering your family's news from now on.