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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 10, 2013 21:13:37 GMT -8
This is the last block on Westlake before Mercer. It is connected to the 403 enclave by barricades across Republican. It includes a largish Amazon building, a small office building, Blue Moon Burger, Uptown Espresso, Guitar Center, and a few other oddities.
Parking extends to the roof, which looks out across Mercer out to the water of Lake Union.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 10, 2013 21:16:37 GMT -8
*** Seth and Bryce went to the garage in Guitar Center's building, just going straight up the ramp to the rooftop parking, and strolled to the view-ish end of it. The Mercer Wall-o-Cars glinted dully in the hot spring air.
Someone had left a variety of instruments on the roof, and other odds and ends. This was a realm of bird droppings and wind-blown dust.
The early summer sun baked the concrete like a toasty oven top, and the bright sun glittered on Lake Union, now completely free of unmoored boats. Seth popped open an umbrella and handed it to Bryce.
Seth- "I know you don't like the sun."
Bryce- "Thanks, man." He kicked over a few instruments to find a bare, bird shit-less patch of concrete, and plopped down on it, direct sun and all. Bryce reclined nearby, leaning on a drum with a muted *PLOM*. Bryce- "So... Casey. The fuck's up with that show?"
Seth- "Ugh, yeah. That guy's the worst. I was too drunk last night to notice he was hitting on me hardcore until it was too late. *Sigh*"
Bryce- "Too late how? Did you slip and land on his dick?"
Seth- "Oh my gawd, don't play me like that. We were just dancing and then he laid one on me before I could think, and then he scampered away. Closed mouth, man."
Bryce- "*siiiiiiigh* What a dude. OK, that, but then why was he acting like that today? It had to be to annoy me, right?"
Seth- "Yeah, prob'ly." It took Bryce a moment, but homie smelled mad weedy. A different jank then the homebrew variety. Bryce- "OK... I know you're dying to tell me, and I'm at least a little curious. ElectricLadyLand. How was it?"
Seth- "OMG it was nuts, man. So first, I had to talk the cops into leaving all their weaponry downstairs, super tense. So we go upstairs, and Edgar won't talk to you unless you got a joint in your mouth. So me and Jalil light up, with all these angry cops watching us."
Bryce- "Smokin' weed in front of the five-o? What's the world coming to?"
"So Edgar's super touchy, and I gotta play it so cool. Anyway, then they're all like 'let's get you guys relaxed', and they bring in three titty ladies! Like, in their bras and stuff! Everyone almost flips out, but I play it off like 'oh there's not enough titty ladies for everyone man.""
Bryce- "I don't go for titties, but it would feel nice to get the offer."
"So that calms stuff down for the moment, but then we hear what sounds like a little kid screaming about like 'fuck you Edgar' and stuff. I'm trying to be like 'hey calm down it's just a kid,' when this tiny cop man tries to knock my shit out!"
Bryce- "I guess police brutality will stop being a problem the day the last cop gets eaten by a zombie."
"I dodge enough to not get hit in the face, but he knocks me flat on my back and the rooms just goes CRAZY! So little weirdo is practically dick riding, like, literally, and is punching my head a whole bunch until I get my hands up. Cops are wailing on everyone around me, Edgar's just weeping like a baby."
Bryce- "He was so confident before, his wiener flapping in the cool spring air..."
"I kick dude off, and throw a pillow in his stupid face. I throw a nightstand at him, he tries to pick it up and gives me the chance to kick him in the brisket. Then I throw a lamp in his face but he still gets up! He's like fuckin' Michael Myers or whatever! So I get the chance and I knock his ass out with a round house!"
Bryce- "You should've said what you were doing like in a fighting game. 'CopBashingRoundhouse!'"
"So the other guys need help, and I straight bounce off the bed '3 little monkeys' style and knock fat cop over so everyone else can beat on him. So eventually we get the cops beat down hard enough, then remember that little kid voice? Turns out it's this cute little goth midget lady, who bawls Edgar out. We get stuff sorted out, midget lady is super helpful. We take their guns and make them stand in the corner or whatever. Total. Insanity."
Bryce- "Aww. President goth midget lady. I'm sorry, that's a cooler president than you, president 'skinny ex-athlete I guess'. You'll have to go back to school."
Seth- "So yeah, that was fun. Hope I didn't get a concussion, haha."
Bryce- "Or a dick concussion. On your dick. Because of the dickride."
Seth- "Ewww for real. That guy was all homophobic too. ' Shut up faggot asses' and stuff. Yuck. So yeah! Good times. What do you think, too exciting here lately?"
Bryce- "Fuckin' for real. I feel Edgar's pain."
Seth- "Haha, that guy must have a lot of pain by how much he's blubbering. Hey so, how come you wanted to come up here?"
Bryce- "Just to get away from the crowd. See the sights." He turned in place and looked out over the water. Bryce- "What's next? Shit is so weird these days."
Seth- "Well, we got PanPac in check for the moment, those guys going to ECK... I think it's time to be proactive, myself. Keep trying to research about the mummies."
Bryce- "Maybe you're right. I didn't want this to be all Heroes Of The Water Margins, but I guess we don't have a choice."
Seth- "Hm? Well what do you think, if you were the big boss, what would you do?"
Bryce- "Abdicate and let someone else take the blame. But if I was someone willing to take the responsibility, I guess I'd spend all the effort on killing all the monsters and getting humans together again."
Seth- "Yeah! That sounds about right. See my thinking is, we get the mummies, maybe that'll kill all the monsters too. That's how it'd work in a video game at least." Bryce picked up an electric guitar and started fiddling with it. Bryce- "Ibi's medicine must be working, because I'm chill enough to talk about this abstractly today. Normally, I'd just be too jacked up about the risks and stuff. So OK, abstractly, why would you think it's like a video game? If you just put all your effort into the zombie genocide, the mummies have nothing left to attack people with, and the world would be a safer place in which to hunt for them."
Seth- "Man, you think they can't come up with something new? They'd just be bringin' ghosts back from the dead or whatever. Ghosts freak my shit out way more than zombies. I got closest to being killed by a ghost." Bryce dropped the guitar and pulled up his knees.Bryce- "OK. Now I'm losing it. I shoulda brought a joint."
Seth- "Sorry! Geez, sorry. Well anyway, it's kinda like retribution, you know? Those guys fucked up the program, we should get our revenge, don't you think?"
Bryce- "That's much less important than staying alive, you've got to admit."
Seth- "*Sighh* yeah. I guess so."
He fiddled with his shoes, and looked out at the water for a bit.Seth- "I hope Beau's okay. I wonder if he found a mummy..."
Bryce- "How could he? I'm sure he's fine because he knows how to run away and stuff."
Seth- "You don't think he could find a mummy?"
Bryce- "A needle in a corpse-stack."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 10, 2013 21:21:02 GMT -8
They got antsy and tired of the heat, and strolled down to the Guitar Center. They walked around the dim world of disused noisemakers with hands in pockets. Bryce- "Yep. I wonder if having a different kind of guitar makes it easier to play that crazy metal stuff."
Seth- "Don't you gotta have one of those ones that's shaped like a sideways 'Y'? Maybe that helps metal sounds come out."
Bryce- "Good grief. We don't know shit about music, do we?"
Seth- "Haha that's not our job though. We'll just get Patti to yodel while she plays Hakuna Matata on the HurdyGurdy. "
Bryce- "What is a hurdygurdy, man?! Do you even know?"
Seth- "That's what you play songs of love on, DUH."
Bryce- "Ah yes. A Butthole Surfers reference."
Seth- "It's a Donovan reference! Geez, and you call yourself a pothead."
Bryce- "The Sunshine Superman guy? It was a cover song? I don't buy it." He sat down at a drum kit, realized there were no sticks handy, and *tss tss tss* on the cymbals with a pedal. Bryce- "Hey, uh... Hey... uh... What do you think, man? Whatcha gonna do?"
Seth- "I don't know if I'm high enough any more to rock out. It'd probably just be like the musical part of a Scooby Doo."
Bryce- "No way man, there's no monsters around, haha. Anyhow... I just meant what are you gonna do about Casey."
Seth- "Uhhh... throw pillows at him if he gets too close?"
Bryce- "Sir, that will be insufficient, in my estimation. Unless you follow that move the same way you did this morning with the cops."
Seth- "*sigh* Yeah I guess I'll have to have a talk with him or whatever. I do wish you guys could get along though."
Bryce- "Why would I want to get along with him?! He's a total dick."
Seth- "Well, other than that silliness last night, I usually get along with him pretty well. Maybe when I set him straight you guys can get along better."
Bryce- "Of course you get along with him. He only wants to jump on your business and ride it into the sunset."
Seth- "Aw geez... Well we should talk about something else, huh? Aren't you proud of me for smoking the herb like a big boy?"
Bryce- "Gimme a moment..." Bryce stood up from the drums, strolled over to the acoustic guitars, and then turned back to Seth. Bryce- "Now that is interesting. What was that scene like? A peace pipe, or what?"
Seth- "That's what I said! Well, it was just joints. When we got in the fight they went all over and Jalil was crawlin' around trying to get them again, so they musta been good, hahaha. It's weird doing that kinda thing with a bunch of strangers. Reminds me of work parties in the-- eh... yeah." Bryce suddenly stopped fidgeting with the instruments and looked at Seth in the dim light. Bryce- "Why did you stop? What's... Is there's something I don't know?"
Seth- "Noooooooo....?"
Bryce- "In the.... In the back of the titty bar? In the party bus? In the clown sex club? Stop me when I guess it."
Seth- "No, just... in the studio. You know....."
Bryce- "Then why'd ya stop? Cockroach got your tongue?"
Seth- "It's just... I don't know. I don't wanna talk about it."
Bryce- "Yeah, sorry about that. Shoot. Are we allowed to have fun?" He handed Seth a guitar. Bryce- "Play this thing like you know how."
Seth- "It's gonna be real embarrassing... okay!" The guys wasted a bit more time in foolery, then returned to the 403.
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