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Roscoe Dillon's InsaneJournal:
| Sunday, January 24th, 2010 | |
| 6:59 am | The saddest little blatt in town Who: Spencer, anyone Where: Casa Dillon-Snart When: After Roscoe was arrested Spencer hops slowly through the apartment, sorrowfully calling for Daddy. He knows Roscoe’s gone away and will theoretically be back, but that doesn’t make him any happier and doesn’t stop him from searching. Why couldn’t he go along to help? It makes him scared and sad. Even though he knows he’s supposed to stay home, every so often he tries rattling open the door or windows with his little flag. Hopefully Lisa won’t ever forget to lock the door… Current Mood:  sad |
| Sunday, January 17th, 2010 | |
| 4:34 am | Calling Agent Dree... After finally finishing the tech he was working on -- the electricity-generator is done and ready to be hidden under the arch of his foot, and the GPS tracker was (painfully) implanted in his bicep -- Roscoe pulls out the card Dree gave him, and dials the number. Spencer sits on his lap, melodically whimpering a bit as Roscoe absent-mindedly strokes his flag with a free hand. The blatt doesn't want Daddy to go. Current Mood:  determined |
| Sunday, January 10th, 2010 | |
| 4:32 pm | Prep time Who: Roscoe, Lisa, others? Where: The new apartment When: After plotting with Dree After leaving the coffeeshop, Roscoe immediately heads home and into his workshop to put together some tech. He won’t be going to prison without some (surreptitious) help, because that would be just foolish, and he sure as hell doesn’t trust Dree not to set him up. He just hopes the authorities won’t find the tech when they frisk him. Also, he needs to talk to Lisa to break the news of the cunning plan to her, which he’s really not looking forward to. Current Mood:  busy |
| Friday, January 8th, 2010 | |
| 10:07 pm | A bitchin' workshop Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: The new apartment When: I dunno, sometime before finding out Piper's in the clink Lisa gets to decorate and organize most of the place, but the smallish second bedroom that is now Roscoe's workshop is his alone. And he is totally giddy about setting it up. Large desk that serves as a workbench goes here! Secondary table goes here! Shelves go here and there! Window is covered with secretive blackout curtains so nobody can spy on him! Locks on both sides of the door, so it can be locked from inside or outside! Then it's time to start moving in the tools and equipment, which he places in very precise locations, organized in an anal manner that only an Aspie (or OCD sufferer) can manage. Roscoe takes this all very seriously, in a way that's rather at odds with his otherwise messy lifestyle. Spencer observes everything silently, occasionally batting at a toy on the floor. The apartment is so quiet and lonely compared to the cheery chaos of Spivot's house. But Roscoe loves the peace and privacy of this place, not having to worry about Len or Sam or whoever spying on him and judging him in the way that he's certain they did. He just needs to keep his new neighbours from spying on him... Current Mood:  chipper |
| Tuesday, December 29th, 2009 | |
| 1:16 am | Roscoe's Super Dance Party (sans dancing) Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: Spivot's When: Just after Christmas It's fortunate that Christmas was so pleasant, for it put Roscoe into a pretty good mood (he hasn't heard about Piper's unlucky predicament, however). Lisa enjoyed her gift, the others seemed to like them, and he liked what he got too. It is somewhat to his chagrin that his enemies* -- who he's determined to avoid and not talk to -- got him gifts too, but he's still pondering how to respond to that and is determined not to let it get him down. But now that Christmas is over, he's getting ready to move into the new apartment. His things are mostly together, so he's about to drop the boxes and bags into the Murcielago and take them to the new place. Spencer follows him around, but the usual bounce in his step is absent. The little fellow doesn't want to leave. *Yes, he categorizes the people he's mad at as 'enemies'. |
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 | |
| 11:46 pm | Gifts for Piper Who: Roscoe, Piper, open Where: Piper's pad When: Just before Christmas Whistling jauntily, Roscoe knocks on Piper's door shortly before Christmas Eve. He comes bearing gifts, which are tucked under his arm and in a pretty basket. What are these gifts? You'll have to read the thread to find out! Current Mood: chipper |
| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 | |
| 2:27 am | In which Santa spins Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: Spivot's house When: Just before Christmas It is now unilaterally declared that there is a Christmas tree at Patty’s house. Roscoe didn’t put it up, but he did hang a top-shaped ornament on it, because, you know. So now, a day or so before Christmas, he puts a few gifts under it: a super-kickass top-of-the-line frying pan for Josh, and an envelope containing $5000 in cash for Patty. He didn’t know what to get for Patty, so she gets money…for a gift and as back payment for rent. And Mick gets a box of chocolates. Not very exciting, but they’re nice chocolates, and he figures Mick doesn’t like him anyway. Unfortunately, Len and Sam get nothing. Never underestimate pissy nerd rage. As for Lisa’s gift…it’s hidden somewhere else, and will be given to her privately. Roscoe is totally looking forward to her seeing it. And Spencer will get his privately too, simply because Daddy is avoiding the others; he's getting baby toys and a small toddler piano like this so he can bang away at it with his little flag. Piper and co will get their gifts delivered soon. |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 | |
| 2:22 am | Hey Piper ....what do you want for Christmas? |
| Saturday, December 12th, 2009 | |
| 9:03 pm | Fortunate timing Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: His room When: Second week of December or thereabouts Roscoe has been holed up in his room recently, avoiding pretty much everyone except Lisa, and even taking his meals up there. He's gotten tired of interacting with others, as most of said interactions have ended in arguments recently. So he's packing to leave the house, although he hasn't mentioned it to anyone yet. Now that McCulloch is gone, there's no reason for him to stay (since the Scotsman's worrisome presence was the only reason he moved in to begin with). Spencer watches anxiously as Daddy stuffs electronic equipment and tools into one of the suitcases brought from Mexico. The little blatt wonders where they're going. (OOC: I was already planning to have him move out, so the timing of Patty's idea is good ;) ) Current Mood: melancholy |
| Monday, November 23rd, 2009 | |
| 4:00 am | Hey Piper You should get some of these instruments. I'd like an electroencephalophone; perhaps I should build one. Current Mood:  thoughtful |
| Friday, November 20th, 2009 | |
| 11:23 pm | When the mice are away, the cat will play... Since the house appears to be empty, Roscoe runs naked through it. For no particular reason, other than that he wants to. Current Mood: silly |
| Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 | |
| 2:08 pm | (public) Message to Digger Digger, I am still angry at you for the way you spoke to me, which was unacceptable. I do not apologize for being irritated by your behaviour. However, I do apologize for threatening your family, which was also unacceptable. I am sorry for doing it and understand if you remain angry about it. Sincerely, Roscoe N. Dillon, Esq. |
| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | |
| 2:11 am | Like a bat outta Hell Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: His room When: After squabbling with Digger Rocking back and forth violently, thoughts racing a mile a minute, Roscoe doesn't quite know what to do. He was angered and humiliated by Digger's taunting, and doesn't know how to burn off his rage and nervous energy. Spencer hops onto his lap to calm him, but the rocking doesn't stop. "I should leave," Roscoe mutters aloud. The window in his room shatters (terrifying Spencer), victim of a pissed off telekinetic. "I would not have to deal with them anymore." The objects on his desk are mentally swept off the edge to the floor. "They would not be able to talk to me that way again." His laptop begins to rattle and dance. "...I don't think they'd miss me." He suddenly jumps to his feet in frustration, dumping off a startled Spencer, who rubs against his leg and coos anxiously. "Maybe I am a menace, Spencer. Maybe I shouldn't be around humans anymore. My kind is not meant for this plane...your kind either, really. They don't even like metas here, let alone supernatural creatures." Spencer chirps in acknowledgement, but doesn't like where this is going. "They love you here, so you should stay. You make them happy. They just want me to go away, which is why they talk to me like that...why else would they talk to me like that? And if I am a puppet of Hell..." He looks crestfallen at the thought. "I suppose no one ever leaves Hell untouched." Current Mood:  agitated |
| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 | |
| 8:46 am | That darn tracking device Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: His room When: October 2 (flashback post!) It’s been a long few days…if he’s being honest, it’s been a long month or so. Ever since Roscoe arrived in this universe, and especially since he became ill, he’s been tired, stressed, and run-down. But at least he’s had a purpose…even if he’s repeatedly gotten distracted from it by various events and his poor health. He’s been working on a speedster-tracking device. It was supposed to have been done ages ago, but that didn’t happen…anyway, it’s finished now. He looks it over with pride as he carries it out into the hall and clears his throat. “I HAVE FINISHED THE TRACKING DEVICE!” he announces loudly to the rest of the house, then returns to his room. |
| Saturday, October 31st, 2009 | |
| 9:48 pm | Captain Stick-In-The-Mud Who: Roscoe, Spencer (and anyone not at the party) Where: Their room at Spivot's When: Halloween, concurrent with the party As a rule, Roscoe doesn’t generally attend parties. The crowds make him claustrophobic and wanting to hide under tables, and the presence of Digger and Len and the Flashes at this particular one makes him even less keen to go. And finally, he is deeply offended by Halloween, so you ain’t never going to get him to attend a soiree celebrating it. Thus, he has stayed at home to work and write angry letters to the ACLU and his congressman about discrimination against the dead. Dear American Civil Liberties Union, I am writing to protest the continuing celebration of an offensive holiday: Hallowe’en. Most people would refuse to partake in the official mockery of ethnic minorities and other groups, yet are quite happy to lampoon the dead and other non-human entities on this vile ‘holiday’. Phasmophobia is a serious problem in this country, but you do nothing about it! I would like to see living people stand up for our rights, because most ghosts literally cannot be heard. If you were dead, how would you like to see frequent cartoonish displays of your kind at this time of year, while foolish buffoons pretend they are humorous or frightening? They are offensive caricatures. I look forward to your co-operation on this matter. Sincerely, Roscoe N. Dillon, Esq. Spencer wanted to go to the party, but loyally stayed with his Daddy instead, perched on his lap. He is skeptical that the letters will have the intended impact, but at least Dad is staying out of trouble. The one thing Roscoe does like about Halloween is the candy, so he’s gnawing on a bag of stolen goodies as he works, occasionally giving small pieces to the eager little blatt. |
| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009 | |
| 11:01 pm | Boys and their toys... Who: Roscoe, anyone Where: Spivot’s When: October 26 or thereabouts Anyone listening can hear an increasing audible roar. It’s the sound of a very fancy car getting closer. Soon it pulls up to the front of Spivot’s house and parks with a grand flourish; the driver then steps out with a confident smile on his face. Roscoe Dillon has gotten himself a fancy new toy. Current Mood: pleased |
| Saturday, October 10th, 2009 | |
| 1:53 am | Spencer's Adventures, Part 2: Electric Boogaloo Somehow, Spencer managed to get lost while he was following the rats; they were running too fast for him, and he was still kinda drunk. So now he is alone again. Dejected, he hops along a creepy side road, looking for Daddy...or any kind human, really. Or maybe one of the rats. In the distance, he hears music. He loves music, so he starts bouncing towards it. But this isn't the soothing tones played by Piper, this is...weird. A pounding cacophony of sound and noise that he frankly dislikes, but music is music. Spencer has arrived at a warehouse rave! He hops curiously through the dancing crowd, wondering why the music's so loud and the humans are acting so strangely. He chirps at a few people, but they don't notice him, so he moves on. Eventually, he comes to the conclusion that one is supposed to dance in here, so he starts bouncing up and down to the beats of the music. "Oh my Gawd, what is that thing?" a teenage girl laughs, watching the little blatt bouncing around in front of her. "Did we do too many drugs tonight?" "I didn't take any drugs, and I see it," one of her friends comments, a bit weirded out by the creature but mostly taking it in stride. "Maybe it's a demo of one of those new robotic toys." The first girl puts one of her glowing necklaces on Spencer's flag, and he is glad for the gift. Yay, another nice human! He dances with the girls and their friends for a while, and then one of the DJ's buddies sees the strange little blatt in the crowd and herds him up to the stage. "You like to dance, little bro?" the DJ asks, and Spencer chirps brightly at him. "Okay, you can dance on stage with me!" So Spencer bounces up and down to his heart's content as the DJ spins the music, and he's the hit of the show. Nobody knows quite what he is, but they think he's hilarious. At the end of the night, people start filing out of the warehouse to go home, and Spencer watches sadly as they leave. He wanted one of the humans to lead him to his human! When everyone is gone, he dejectedly plays in the garbage left behind by the crowd, once again alone. |
| Wednesday, October 7th, 2009 | |
| 1:54 am | Guys guys guys!! Did you see the Charles Darwin docu-drama on PBS today? It was fine if you're interested in Darwin I suppose, but the best part was the scene with the top!! One of his sons was playing with a red top in the background, and then the camera cut to an amazing closeup on it as it spun! It was fantastic!! Oh, and everybody was wearing top hats, too. I need to get one. (OOC: I seriously LOL'd at it, it was a completely pointless scene of a spinning top that had no bearing on the plot or anything else) Current Mood: excited |
| Monday, October 5th, 2009 | |
| 2:10 am | Spencer's adventures (which sort of rhymes) Who: Spencer, anyone When: On Flash Day Where: Doontoon Keystone So when Roscoe went out to look at “Piper and Trickster’s idiotic house of not-horror” (as he charitably put it), he locked Spencer in his room to keep him out of trouble. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on Spencer being smart enough to open the window! The little blatt pushes open the window and hops out, free to go on adventures! Also, he wants to find Daddy and see the deathtrap for himself. It turns out that the outside world is kind of scary, though. Lots of cars and strange people he doesn’t know. He goes up to some people to make friends with them, but pretty much all are either freaked out or think they’re on Candid Camera or something. Even Spencer’s friendly chirps don’t seem to help, so eventually he stops trying to be pals with people and just makes his way downtown, hopping along the sidewalk. “Lookit that ugly dog!” exclaims one town drunk, who by coincidence happens to look remarkably like Len Snart, except with blond hair. “That’s not a dog, it’s a great blue heron!” retorts his pal, who doesn’t resemble anyone notable. Spencer cocks his flag and chirps curiously, then bounces over. “Hey doggie, would you like some booze?” the first guy asks, pouring it on the little blatt. Spencer has no mouth, but when the liquor is puddled on the ground, he starts to absorb it. “Stupid! You can’t give booze to birds, it’ll make `em sick! It’ll make dogs sick too!” “Well, he seems to be drinkin’ it…” Spencer immediately keels over, never having tried alcohol before. Feebly, he lets out a few off-key warbles, because this stuff doesn’t make him feel too good. “Hahaha, the dog farted!” With an unhappy squawk, Spencer slowly pulls himself up and hops away…staggering drunkenly, of course. Now he’s terribly lost, and doesn’t know how to get home…where’s Daddy? Current Mood:  bouncy |
| Tuesday, September 29th, 2009 | |
| 2:55 am | FOURTH WALL: Roscoe’s depress-o-rama Who: Roscoe, Spencer Where: Their room When: After conversing with Piper Once he shuts off the laptop he was using to talk to Piper, Roscoe puts his head in his hands. He really was profoundly humiliated by the 'topping' exchange with the others, and is certain they all derived far too much amusement at his expense. Being laughed at is something he can’t tolerate. Spencer hops over and nudges him affectionately, trying to cheer him up, but he doesn’t even notice. Part of being bipolar, of course, is some terrible depressive lows, and he is rapidly reaching them. Head down, he hugs himself for comfort, then slips under his desk to curl up in a ball within a dark confined safe space. With a sad little noise, Spencer joins him under the desk and snuggles against him as Roscoe begins to cry softly. Current Mood: depressed |
