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.)

Comments

[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.