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mayfield_rpg2012-07-03 03:07 am
photonicfighter) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-03 03:07 am
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Chapter 15 - Fail, Fail Again
[Action A - 458 Stone Street, Morning]
[Dakki hadn't been sleeping, not since she had lost her friends to the fun house. CASTs could go without for quite a while. Perhaps it wasn't unusual. But what was worth staying awake for in a town with the sleepy sort of evenings that Mayfield brought? Guilt. Guilt was worth staying up for.
She was on her third cup of tea as the day dawned and the milk was delivered. She was busy dumping that milk down the sink, same as every other morning, when she was sure that she heard something else on the doorstep. Out she went, taking the milk bottles with her... and there it was, a box with her name on it. A box. And a fair-sized one, too. Down went the bottles. Up into the arms went the delivery. And in to the living room she went to open it up.]
Ohh...
[Her Deathmakers. Two beautiful A-Rank twin handguns. Her loyal partners through so many battles. She picked them up, one for each hand, pleased to feel their weight in her hands once again.]
...where were you before?
[But what good would they have done, really? What use were weapons against this town's tricks and traps? Why couldn't the problem be something that she could just shoot?]
[Action B - 458 Stone Street, Afternoon and later]
[She ought to have gone somewhere for some target practice. She ought to have gone to the fair to empty her firearm's reactors into that wretched fun house. But somehow, she didn't feel that any of that was in her. Or that any of it was at all useful. So she was on the front porch of the house, shaded safely from the sun, with her yarn and her knitting needles. Not a lot of knitting was happening, though. She'd complete a few rows here and there... but mostly she'd stare of into the distance. Occasionally, she'd sigh.]
[Phone, Evening]
It's probably far too late to give the warning now... don't explore the fun house. Don't go into it. I've heard the other calls go out... if people are missing? They probably went in and didn't come out. I've lost two friends so far. Please... please. Don't go in there if you don't have to.
[Dakki hadn't been sleeping, not since she had lost her friends to the fun house. CASTs could go without for quite a while. Perhaps it wasn't unusual. But what was worth staying awake for in a town with the sleepy sort of evenings that Mayfield brought? Guilt. Guilt was worth staying up for.
She was on her third cup of tea as the day dawned and the milk was delivered. She was busy dumping that milk down the sink, same as every other morning, when she was sure that she heard something else on the doorstep. Out she went, taking the milk bottles with her... and there it was, a box with her name on it. A box. And a fair-sized one, too. Down went the bottles. Up into the arms went the delivery. And in to the living room she went to open it up.]
Ohh...
[Her Deathmakers. Two beautiful A-Rank twin handguns. Her loyal partners through so many battles. She picked them up, one for each hand, pleased to feel their weight in her hands once again.]
...where were you before?
[But what good would they have done, really? What use were weapons against this town's tricks and traps? Why couldn't the problem be something that she could just shoot?]
[Action B - 458 Stone Street, Afternoon and later]
[She ought to have gone somewhere for some target practice. She ought to have gone to the fair to empty her firearm's reactors into that wretched fun house. But somehow, she didn't feel that any of that was in her. Or that any of it was at all useful. So she was on the front porch of the house, shaded safely from the sun, with her yarn and her knitting needles. Not a lot of knitting was happening, though. She'd complete a few rows here and there... but mostly she'd stare of into the distance. Occasionally, she'd sigh.]
[Phone, Evening]
It's probably far too late to give the warning now... don't explore the fun house. Don't go into it. I've heard the other calls go out... if people are missing? They probably went in and didn't come out. I've lost two friends so far. Please... please. Don't go in there if you don't have to.
Phone
[She feels just as guilty. She should have stopped people from going in. She knew something was off about it from the start.]
Phone
When they tell us something new, we get hopeful and we reach for it. I can't fault anyone for that.
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I know, and there are a lot of good people willing to go up against them when we get the chance!
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[...well. This conversation is actually cheering her up a bit!]
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That's right! We can't let them take the fighting spirit from us. Not at any cost!
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I dunno, I've kind of been avoiding the carnival, it seemed like a trap.
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[There is a long, sad sigh.]
Everything important in this town is indestructible.
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[Sarcastic android is sarcastic.]
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As much as I like problems that are fixed by blowing them up, Mayfield doesn't have a lot of those.
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Phone
Sounds... like... Hm. ... Like something I'll have to go and investigate.
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[This isn't the usual scolding that Dakki tends to bring to the conversational table. This is all out semi-hysterical shouting.]
Did you hear a single word that I said?!
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These phones aren't the best for carrying that type of sound.
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[Exasperation. Frustration. And then a deep breath, and she forces her voice to be softer.]
Do not go in there. Do. Not. Go. In. There. People are disappearing.
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Dy... please, stop that. Stop playing around. I'm serious.
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I suppose you're worried enough that you can't even take a bit of fun. Alright. I wasn't going to go in there anyway. I have no reason to, but it doesn't mean something shouldn't be done.
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[She lapses into silence, and is quiet for a few moments more after Dynamo's done talking.]
...maybe something should be done, but that something isn't charging in blindly. Look where that got us...
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However, now that you mention it... I've noticed a couple of my housemates are missing. I figured they just went off to spend the night somewhere else.
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[There's a little sound that might have been a laugh, if her spirits were higher. It's more of a flat sigh.]
They might've gone to investigate and gotten lost. It's huge in there. Much bigger than it looks. And it's... it's either alive and thinking, or someone's controlling it. It splits groups apart.
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That's not the point. Has anyone tried... climbing the outside walls?
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But when she speaks again, her voice sounds stronger.]
...I'm not sure if anyone has, no.
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Not you, too... I'm giving out warnings, not suggestions.
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I'll also suggest that you should avoid that place, but you'll probably ignore it...
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...is that some way of saying you'd want to go with me? I'm not complaining if it is. Having backup is never a bad thing.
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[That was an excellent question.]
I'm not afraid of going back in there. [Did he imply that? Noooo, he didn't, but she needed to assert that....] If I get you lost in there, too, I'm not sure I could forgive myself.
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[She continues to avoid setting a time and fully committing herself...] Have you been to the carnival at all, yet?
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[Oh, she wanted to be mad at him. But she wasn't sure where she ought to start dispensing the anger. She settles for a groan, at first.]
...a fair isn't "kiddy". Additionally, this is Mayfield and just about everything may be intended to eventually kill us. That's hardly a kid-exclusive thing.
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And a fair is kiddy.
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[She huffs.]
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