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[wildest]

TEST DRIVE MEME



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copypasta'd, I ain't original enough to make a new one.

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[axecellent]

This is not his husband.

It's hard to say if that makes him lucky or not. Parker isn't a slob, but he's not too tidy and he can cook traditional Italian food and mac and cheese (that is essentially his limit, unless cereal and hot dogs also count). He's a pretty alright dad and has settled into monotony with ease. Arguably, because of the fact that he was shot and certain he was going to die on that sinking ship when he first arrived. He wouldn't call all of this 'living life to its fullest', but it's better than nothing.

He's outside trimming the hedges, a loud bzzzzzzzzrrrrzzzz sound echoing a few houses down in either direction. Once he finishes one side, he pauses to wave to his new neighbor.

"Hello, there. Global warming, eh?" A reference to the sweat pouring down his forehead, likely. "Could be worse. Could be a lot worse!"

[afterlaborday]

He's luckier than the poor guy or girl assigned to Rufus, at the least, and even if it's vague and the lack of amusement still shows to some extent, Rufus nods just a tad towards his new "neighbor."

"I'd love to see how you define worse."

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

[axecellent]

Sooner or later, Parker will find that bit of information out for himself. Although he's generally a congenial and pleasant sort of guy, so it's no skin off his back. Regardless, he's really embracing the suburban dad schtick.

"I was on a sinking ship with little to no hope of escaping when I was transported here. I think drowning tops mowing the lawns, don't you?" Maybe he's just stupidly optimistic or maybe he's delusional? Who knows. "Why is this so bad? Free room and board, instant friends..."

Don't forget the whole kidnapping and forcing you to play 'house' thing.

[afterlaborday]

"Boredom." Rufus finishes the other man's sentence, already wondering if the guy is as oblivious as his seeming good mood might peg him to be, or if he's the kind who just generally enjoys being upbeat but is a true threat when pushed the wrong way.

Carefully, Rufus finds somewhere to lean. "I've never been partial to this sort of life, and I can assure you there is no such thing as "instant friends."

[axecellent]

"Fair enough. It could use a little action to shake things up!" He waves the hedger a bit in the air. If he wasn't so friendly, from a distance he might look like a slasher in some awful b-movie right about now. Good thing he doesn't seem the sort!

"Boredom or suburban dad? I admit that I never would have thought I'd settle down so soon or like this, but I don't hate it." It would be better if he knew everyone was safe and sound. But he'll take this little vacation for now. "Not getting along with the missus I take it?" A very obvious eyebrow waggle. "Or is it a mister?"

[afterlaborday]

Really? Rufus was beginning to lean towards complete idiot with this man, but he'd reserve some judgment in case he surprised him. It still didn't mean he didn't feel an urge to wish to just flat-out ignore the man; Reno's idiocy was quite enough on an average day, and Rufus actually knew him.

As for that very last remark, "Does it matter? That person is not someone I know, and certainly not someone I married. And I'm far more interested in why I'm here, and all the details related to it."

[axecellent]

Idiot, maybe. Giant bear guy with a heart of gold? Definitely. He gets the distinct feeling that his neighbor is barely tolerating his presence, probably because he's new to these parts. Parker doesn't expect a fruitful friendship to bloom from this, so the illusion of barbecuing together and talking about their kids is broken. Alas.

"I guess it doesn't." He wonders if he hit a sore spot? Seems like he might have. "Can't really help you on the why. Maybe we're just popular guys!" He was oversimplifying it and he knew it, but what more could he do about this place? He couldn't escape to his knowledge and the landlord dodged questions (and appearances) like he was a celebrity.

[afterlaborday]

If Parker got to know Rufus, he'd learn that most people tried his patience in some fashion or another. It was amazing that the Turks had any respect for the man, but maybe it was just because three of the four still left had known him, in some fashion, for years, and had an idea of how, and why, he operated. It was easier to stand prickly things when you knew their insides weren't completely solid... Not that anyone here would get to know this fact, if Rufus had his way.

As for sore spots... Well, the last thing Rufus ever wanted to deal with was admitting what he preferred in the way of gender, although he supposed conclusions would be drawn once his "spouse" was revealed. And amusingly, the conclusion would be wrong either way...

A small sigh of frustration was allowed to escape, however. "Wonderful. Is there someone else who might have more information?" The obvious, or not so obvious hint, depending on Parker's perception of tone was that Rufus was currently finding the man exceptionally useless.

[axecellent]

He's beginning to remind Parker of a certain someone. A serious someone, a someone that he can't help but wonder whether they really like him or not. Or, barely tolerates him. It's rough being a loveable sidekick like him.

Reading this guy isn't easy, though. He figures that he most likely keeps to himself and doesn't particularly enjoy the company of anyone. Based on the way he's dressed... lawyer, maybe? A business professional of some kind. Either way, Parker would be willing to stake his reputation (or lack thereof) on him being a suit of some sort.

"What kind of information are you looking for?" Oh, he understood the hint he was giving to him and heard it loud and clear. "You'll have to be more direct if you want a direct answer."

[afterlaborday]

A suit? In his world, he was the suit, and not a person to be trifled with. People feared his father, but in some ways, he was more of a threat than that old man had ever been. The old man, he didn't get the inner workings, but Rufus did and it made him dangerous. And he enjoyed the most the inner workings of people, because those could be used towards his own ends.

The response from Parker would cause a small gleam to enter Rufus' eyes, perhaps analyzing to see if he'd caught the implication, before Rufus finally decided he didn't wish to play as aloof as he had been, and would be far more direct.

Stepping off the porch he had been staying on, almost as if protecting himself, he started to move towards the other man, arms folded across his chest, not in defense, but in an indication of power, and when he spoke, his words no longer held the tinge of annoyance they had been; replaced, instead, with an indication that he wasn't fooling around and wanted to see exactly what sort of person he was dealing with.

"I would have thought what I wanted to know would be obvious, considering the situation, but I can spell it out if it makes you feel better. Where is this? How did I get here? Why am I here? Who exactly are you? Who runs this place? Is it dangerous? And how do I get out of here?"