[open] monstas!

[amberhearted]

Who: Alexander, open!
When: March 29th through the first week of April.
Where: Various locations in Locke City.
What: Encounters with the no-longer-quite-so-mundane item monsters both on and off the clock.
Warnings: tba!

Various prompts in the comments!

A: Playing cards versus Starbucks
B: Answering a monster-related 911 call
C: Bring your own adventure

Prompts are in prose, but it doesn't matter which format you use. I'll match!

Comments

B: 4/1 Tuesday, 7AM-7PM: Wherein a Numbered paramedic answers a 911 call about a monster

[amberhearted]

Alex and his partner, Cassie, a coworker he knew mostly in passing when he had previously worked dayshift, are enjoying a snack (in Alex's case, just a Life Savers candy), when dispatch sends them to a call in their area. Seatbelts are buckled, lights are flipped on, and half a sandwich is scarfed down at light speed as the ambulance pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The cause for the call sounds dubious, but hey, says dispatch, that's what the caller said.

Around her sandwich, Cassie says, "I need this to be an April Fool's dumbass."

"What?" says Alex, though it's more a puff of amusement than a question. He doesn't risk taking his eyes off the road, but his lips curl in a lopsided smile. "You need this--"

"Gotta meet my quota. The integrity of my hair is riding on this." After a pause of expectant silence, she adds, "I made a bet with Alice."

Alex's response is an "oh my god" squeezed around his candy and a chuckle.

Hopefully, Cassie meets her quota with a different call because this one's a monster.

[ OOC: What it says on the tin! Alex is a paramedic and he's responding to a dispatch for a reincarnate who has called for an ambulance for a monster-related reason. ]

Around midday!

[destinedforrock]

The call had come via cellular phone from a hysterical woman who was unclear about precisely what her emergency was, to anyone's ears, but my my could she scream.

That "woman" was a local unicorn - who'd been strolling uptown and was down the block after her first trot into a very nice local coffee-and-tea shop - and, in fact, her emergency is a bad hair day.

Woeful understatement!

By the time the ambulance arrives she's gotten most of the screaming torn out into the air and blown away, and most of the mane torn off her head.

The back half of her body's tangled in the enormous accumulated hairball of a likewise enormous hairbrush and she bucks the best she can with both her hind legs off the ground and still half-screaming "Rrrrgh"s!

"Unhand me, you... RUFFIAN!" She twists her head around, not that she can't see it in her peripheral without looking further than that, to find a face to yell in - can't find one. "YOU TOOK MY HAIR; you are NOT taking MY TAIL!"

[amberhearted]

The faces of both paramedics are priceless. Years of muscle memory is what allows Alex to park and exit the ambulance as per the usual fashion instead of continue driving right into a building out of sheer bewilderment. The crowd previously encircled around Cinderella dispersed enough to allow the ambulance proximity, but cautiously creep closer after it's parked.

Though it's been weeks since Alex and Cinderella have last met, their current predicament makes this reunion a bit unsuitable for hellos and what've you been up tos. On the contrary, amidst responding to the what in heaven's names and general confusion delivered with a controlled (if rather sharp) voice by Cassie, he's quite concerned with how they're going to free Cinderella from those unruly and aggressive hairs (wow).

"Cinders!" yells Alex, to make himself heard over the struggle. He approaches from the side while Cassie approaches from behind, both of their EMT shears brandished. "Talk to me, Cinders. How did it take your hair?"

april 5th, late afternoon!

[duette]

[ OVER YONDER, I HOPE YOU'RE PREPARED TO TAKE A CALL FROM A GIRL REPORTEDLY GOING ON ABOUT MONSTERS AND EXPLODING POOP AND SENTIENT SHIRTS AND SHE THINKS SOMEONE IS DYING FROM PHANTOM BLOOD LOSS...

Good luck. ]