Ema Skye (
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[Things in Mayfield have been weird since Ema's return to it.
Much of her free time has been spent experimenting with/taking down empirical data concerning the apparent lack of stability of the town's stasis functions. When the respawn system was destroyed, the death-and-rebirth cycle had been irreparably damaged. There's no reason for her not to hypothesize that something similar is in play here.
The arrival of a certain letter has increased her level of concern, so to the phones she goes.]
[Phone]
This is Ema. Ema Skye. For those of you who don't already know: I'm back. I don't have any of my things from back home, but I have my sense again. It's enough.
[A pause.]
I'm curious what observations everyone has about recent events here, scientifically speaking. That letter especially.
Does anyone who works in the library want to talk about the librarian? I don't really know anything about her except for what's in the letter. If I'm going to seriously consider jumping through a portal to assist her, I feel like I should be better informed as to her current state.
[Action A - around town]
[Seeing as Ema currently had no form of employment, she's spending her day as she's spent most of her days since things in town started becoming strange: camping out in various parts of town and taking notes on what she sees. Already, she has a notebook full.]
[Action B - 462 Stone Street]
[Ema is gathering scientific data on the loss of structural integrity of physical structures around town. While she doesn't have a clear grasp on why the walls sometimes allow objects to pass through them, she's doing her best to at least attempt to establish data on its frequency.
As such, she is currently walking into her front door. Repeatedly.
Sometimes, she passes through. Just as often, however, she ends up hitting it full-force with an unpleasant whack. She just keeps reminding herself that this is for science. Sometimes, science looks silly to an outside party. And sometimes, science hurts.
She seems to have recruited her drone children to help with the experiment. They're walking smack into the door as well, thanks to mommy convincing them that this is a game. Whereas she yelps every time she hits the door, they're giggling.
At least someone's having fun with this.]
Much of her free time has been spent experimenting with/taking down empirical data concerning the apparent lack of stability of the town's stasis functions. When the respawn system was destroyed, the death-and-rebirth cycle had been irreparably damaged. There's no reason for her not to hypothesize that something similar is in play here.
The arrival of a certain letter has increased her level of concern, so to the phones she goes.]
[Phone]
This is Ema. Ema Skye. For those of you who don't already know: I'm back. I don't have any of my things from back home, but I have my sense again. It's enough.
[A pause.]
I'm curious what observations everyone has about recent events here, scientifically speaking. That letter especially.
Does anyone who works in the library want to talk about the librarian? I don't really know anything about her except for what's in the letter. If I'm going to seriously consider jumping through a portal to assist her, I feel like I should be better informed as to her current state.
[Action A - around town]
[Seeing as Ema currently had no form of employment, she's spending her day as she's spent most of her days since things in town started becoming strange: camping out in various parts of town and taking notes on what she sees. Already, she has a notebook full.]
[Action B - 462 Stone Street]
[Ema is gathering scientific data on the loss of structural integrity of physical structures around town. While she doesn't have a clear grasp on why the walls sometimes allow objects to pass through them, she's doing her best to at least attempt to establish data on its frequency.
As such, she is currently walking into her front door. Repeatedly.
Sometimes, she passes through. Just as often, however, she ends up hitting it full-force with an unpleasant whack. She just keeps reminding herself that this is for science. Sometimes, science looks silly to an outside party. And sometimes, science hurts.
She seems to have recruited her drone children to help with the experiment. They're walking smack into the door as well, thanks to mommy convincing them that this is a game. Whereas she yelps every time she hits the door, they're giggling.
At least someone's having fun with this.]
[Action A - around town]
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Thanks.
It's what I'm best at, and we need empirical data on what's happening as opposed to anecdotes about what so-and-so saw last week. For once, the sexism of the town works in my favor.
[Beat.]
I've seen you around, but I don't think we've actually met. Have we...?
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[Phone] <filtered back to Ema>
Now that we have the letter, I'm wondering if this was the testing for the portals, or is Grey taking advantage of the instability.
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That's a good question. It doesn't seem to me like Grey has the resources to do test runs, though. Or he's misleading us about what he can and cannot do, but that doesn't make any sense.
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[Action B - 462 Stone]
Care to find out what's behind the Mystery Door?
Hint: He's wearing green and just gave himself a bruised nose.]
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Edward? You okay?
What were you doing?
[Like she hasn't spent her afternoon doing the exact same thing he just did.]
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B
Yup, science at work.]
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After a bit, she decides to take a break and ice the arm she's been using to brace herself and prevent facial injury.]
You don't have to keep me company during this, you know. I can't imagine it's very interesting to watch.
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A
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[The flirtation is either completely missed or simply unacknowledged; it's hard to say which. She doesn't look up from her notebook, seemingly content to blow whoever this is off.]
You're standing in my light.
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Action A
Whoa!
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Careful, there! You're going to hurt yourself!
phone; 1 of 3
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Action B
Damn, she's bored. She can only guess Ema is, too.]
Havin' fun there?
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[She rubs her arm, which is red and a bit bruised from the regularity of impact. At the very least, she's thought to brace herself enough that she doesn't go face-first into the door.]
I'm testing the frequency of failure in the structural integrity of solid objects in Mayfield. Scientifically.
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b)
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phone;
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How have you been? How's Jolt?
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[action]
One of them being, having to check if the park bench is solid first before sitting down in it. And then, moments later, falling straight through with a surprised yelp.
There goes his notebook.]
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To her credit, however, she does eventually realize the social slip, tuck the notebook under her arm, and offer a hand to help him up.]
You know things are bad when you can't even sit on a park bench without an incident.
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Action B
And he stops at the front of their lawn. ]
Need help?
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She almost dismisses him, but then a thought occurs to her.]
That depends.
How good are you at recording clear data?
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[Wait.
Wait.]
Kay?!
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[Phone]
I hate to say this but it's...nice to have you back, Ema. We need more detective types right now.
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I understand the sentiment. Thank you.
[There's a pause, then.]
Are you still a nurse? I'm currently unemployed thanks to the town reshuffling my assigned place.
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