like a big pizza pie (open)

[tradecraftdude]

who. Marco and you!
what. Delivery boy shenanigans.
where. Zeta District.
when. Right now!
warnings. How questionable can a 13-year-old get? (Don't answer that.)

[ Moving people's food around the district for them beats hauling rubble, though Marco could do without the cheesy delivery boy uniform. However, he approaches this delivery business with all the highly directed tunnel-vision of someone who has played lots of video games and knows how to scoot all over the map in the most efficient manner. Having to fake smiles and suck up for tips wasn't the worst thing, either. ]

(OOC: I have no preference between prose or action spam, so I will reciprocate whatever you start with! Scenario options are presented below, but you're welcome to start a new top-level thread with anything else if you have something in mind.)

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[testifier]

[Dirk is irritated to be disturbed, but after a glance to ensure is within grabbing distance, he goes to the door. Upon opening it, he merely stares down at the offered pizza with a blank stare for a good few moments. He brow furrows as he looks to the delivery boy, one eyebrow raising above his glasses.]

You have the wrong place.

[tradecraftdude]

[ Marco blinks for a moment at the guy who opens the door. He certainly looks like someone who would order a pizza, in the sense that Marco's internal metric of teenage humans is that they are all likely to order a pizza at any moment.

If he's human. Never know out here. ]

No way, dude. Order comes straight from central dispatch. They take the location from the order geotag unless otherwise specified.

[ He shows Dirk the pizza company-issued pocket-sized viewscreen with the order information: the pizza, the timestamp for the order, and Dirk's unit number, but no person attached to the order. ]

[testifier]

[Dirk has never eaten a pizza in his life, unfortunately. A diet consisting of primarily fish and orange soda has been perfectly sufficient so far. And if he had ordered pizza, it wouldn't have had such lame ass toppings.

Still, he peers at the screen briefly over his shades.]

Don't see a name there.

[tradecraftdude]

[ Missing out hard, bro.

Marco rolls his eyes and jabs at the screen until it brings up a payment and signature screen, then jiggles the pizza box towards Dirk. ]

That's really observant of you, but someone's still gotta sign for this, okay? I can't just take it back to the window. Just has to be someone living here.

[testifier]

[He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms indignantly.]

Not my problem. I don't want your skanky ass pizza.

[tradecraftdude]

Dude, come on, don't be such a jerk about this.

[ Now Marco's actually getting kind of fed up. A thought occurs to him. ]

It's really not cool to order a stupid pizza and make me run all the way over here and pretend like you had nothing to do with it!

[testifier]

As a matter of fact, pranking delivery boys ain't how I get my kicks.

I really don't have time for this, [Machines to study, swords to swing-- that old drill. He taps his finger against his arm irritably.] so clear off already.

that icon. is. mesmerizing.

[tradecraftdude]

I don't think so, dude. [ He inches his foot forward so the shoe is just inside the door frame in case this guy was considering just shutting the door in his face next. ] See, someone's gotta pay for this pie, and it's got your residence written on it, so it's gotta be you.