10 September 2012 @ 02:30 pm
Phase 4 - The Beginning Of The End  
Ar Tonelico 1 post-game memory and Mayfield-induced nightmares here for reading )

[A.) Thursday, September 6th, Morning/Afternoon - The Dairy Portal, Locked to Chen & Dakki:

Aurica walked down the street, tailing the unfamiliar robot-thing that was claiming to be Dakki, her not!mom from the last time the girl was here. She was warned to not follow, but she couldn't help herself; as much as she wasn't sure to trust her, she wanted to know what was going on.

Though, with her acting just like how her drone self would, she couldn't ask directly, either. Not that she thought Dakki would tell her, at any rate. Mothers are nothing if not caring for the security of their children, real or not. She stepped out from a corner, eyeing the portal that her supposedlynot!mom was preparing to enter.]

[B.) Sunday, September 9th, Morning/Afternoon - The Church of Salvation:

Normally when one prays in the church, they close their eyes, don't they? It's what one does when they reach into their soul, to feel for what they believe in to support themselves. Something to feel good, wholesome. Better.

If one would look closely at the girl sitting there on the empty pew, they might just see that she had her eyes open briefly. If one pays attention for longer though, they could notice that the girl didn't close their eyes at all, all that time.]

[C.) Sunday, September 9th, Afternoon - The Post Office (Feel Free To Intercept At Any Point):

If you decide to walk anywhere near this area today, one might find a girl in Mayfield-style clothes dragging herself along, arms lifeless and head bowed, her posture somewhat off-balance. As she passes by the Post Office itself, she stops and looks up towards it for some time, before she lowers her head again and continues to walk by, her pacing uneven.]

[D.) Sunday, September 9th, Afternoon/Evening - John Doe Park:

It's a casual day for living, and that means recreation in the park for a lot of people. Some are having fun, playing games, and others are relaxing, just taking in the sun and air. Aurica will be one of the latter, seemingly, as she's propped up on a bench. Most of the bench actually, as she's lying down on it, an arm lazily hung downward and a finger twirling around some grass on the ground.]

[E.) Sunday, September 9th, Evening - Phone:

Most of the time people talk on the phone if they're on it. You might be yapping away, with whatever important things or otherwise talkative conversation you're expressing, but there's someone listening in to these things that won't be very cheery. It'll be a surprise if the person even talks at all to you, really. Though, she may not be in the right mind to appreciate you trying to talk to her. You won't know until she starts talking to you.]

[F.) Monday, September 10th, Morning/Aftenoon - Mayfield High:

There was a better step in her feet today, the girl with the long braid that bounced around as she walked through the crowds of students into the faculty office. When Aurica heard that she had to go back to school, she was a little happier. That is, until she found out that one of her favorite teachers no longer taught there. In fact, the drones acted like he never existed.

She moved as fast as she could to the music room, opening the door, and it was... empty. Save for the piano that sat there at the front, where she both heard and played music that touched her deeply.

For those that roam the halls today, you might hear musical notes being played, and if you want to follow it or know where the music room would be and have a reason for being there, you might find the girl there at any time of the day, randomly poking at the piano keys.]

[G.) Monday, September 10th, Afternoon/Evening - Front Porch of 458 Stone Street:

Neighbors or those walking by could see a girl on the steps of the front porch to the house. She's sitting there, back hunched over and arms folded over her knees. She's been there since the end of the school day, not budging at all. In fact, if you come across the residence or look out your window later on, you might see her still there. Did she even eat dinner?]
 
 
08 August 2012 @ 08:29 pm
Third Cup: The Price of Magic  
Post office

[So Crown has ventured into the post office. He's heard of it and knows what might happen. He could end up dying if he goes in, but he needed to at least start from somewhere right? Everyone had something in this town back from home and he couldn't afford to wait for anything. But he decided to bear the weight of whatever it cost alone. He wasn't going to have someone come in with him and watch him mutilate himself. Even he wasn't that pragmatic.

It's only a few minutes and after signing the forms and receiving his magical potential back, it hits him all at once. Inside of him he felt like something had stabbed their hand into his side and raggedly broke off one of his ribs. But it's not over with just that. It feels as if another hand stabs into his side and just rips out one of his kidney's, and still as unclean as the first. He clutches his side, there's no blood but he can feel it. He just lost one of his organs.

As he stumbles out of the post office, he's just stumbling around in the streets. It's not so much the loss of the organ and the rib, but the blinding pain of having both ripped out so unceremoniously.]

Phone

[He's managed to make it home, but he's still in a lot of pain. Picking it up weakly he presses it to his ear.]

Remus...I will have to cancel our lesson today.

But if anyone has healing powers in this town, I would greatly appreciate them right now.

 
 
23 May 2012 @ 09:40 pm
Of Dronings and Post Offices  
[1 - 754 Partridge]

[Just another day. Get up, go get dressed and showered, make breakfast for himself, realize Ian is gone... wait, Ian is droned. Damnit!]

Well there goes the pirate ship. Pity, I was actually kind of hoping not to mow the lawn because of that.

[Date wondered just what kind of other surprises this place had for him once he was grabbing the coffee pot and beginning to bang around the kitchen. Noisily, just to drive attention up.]

[2 - Hospital]

[Anyone could find him, working hard at his job. He knew that he enjoyed his work but if he had to deal with Mr. Fredrick's bum knee once more, he'd probably have to shoot himself. But it wasn't bad to be all honest, it was good honest work. Maybe bother him while he's in between patients?]

[3 - Anywhere in Town/Post Office]

[Date's trails had brought him towards the post office again. Why couldn't he get his mind off picking up something for his defence? A birth blaster or a buckle. Something. And yet he really didn't want to lose anything like everyone was warning him about... but it was tempting. Like a lure really.]
 
 
19 March 2012 @ 01:47 pm
Third Henshin  
A. Outside Mayfield Post Office

[Date had been considering it, even though he had been warned repeatedly. He really felt like it had been too quiet and things were probably going to explode sooner or later. As it stood, he was leaning against a light post in his doctors coat, thinking to himself on what he could give up for Tanky and a Birth Blaster. Currently he was flipping a coin into the air and catching it in his hand, still thinking about it.]


B. Later in the Day - Anywhere

[After loitering around the Post Office, he had decided to go take a walk. You might find him in the hardware store, or maybe the grocery store. A couple of drinks maybe at that tavern of theirs, or maybe a jog around the park. Anywhere you could probably catch him on the way out.]
 
 
10 March 2012 @ 11:32 pm
Puzzle 020  
[726 Anderson.]

[While today was the pretty usual Saturday for Luke - get up early, solve some puzzles, that sort of thing - he was trying to work on a particularly difficult puzzle while trying to organize his files that he's collected on Mayfield for the past few months he's been here. This was before the mouse he regained from home, Toppy, climbs up on Luke's desk seeming pretty upset over something.]

Squeak!


Toppy? What's the matter?

[Luke turns his attention away from the puzzle he was working on to get a closer look at the mouse. That's when he notices part of Toppy's tail is missing.]

Oh Toppy...did Slugger's cat get you again?

Squeak squeak!

It's really getting too dangerous for you to live here, you know? That kitten's only going to get bigger. Don't worry, I'll figure out a way to get you home. I don't think you're supposed to be stuck here like I am. Let me see what I can do, all right?

[Luke did have an idea in mind. A risky idea involving the Post Office, and while Luke had heard bad stories about what happened to people who asked for their stuff back at the Post Office, he didn't hear anything bad about trying to return something. So, scooping up Toppy, Luke heads to the Post Office to see if he can send his friend back home.]

[Post Office.]

[The Post Office surprisingly wasn't as sinister as Luke thought it should be. In fact as soon as he enters, it's actually looks pretty normal, not that normal really meant anything here.]

Here we are, Toppy. I'm going to try sending you back now, okay?

[Toppy squeaks sadly.]

Don't be like that, I'm glad I got to talk to you again. If this works, say hello to everyone in Misthallery for me, will you?

[Luke approaches the desk, making it clear to the drone working that he wanted to return Toppy home and making it especially clear that he didn't want anything in return for it. Surprisingly the whole process goes a lot smoother then Luke was expecting, as the drone cheerfully takes Toppy to send him back home and then proceeds to send Luke on his way once the order is complete. Luke makes his way back home a bit sadly -

- and that's when it hits.

Luke had no memories of the previous time he was here. All he had to go on was a few pictures and what others had told him, but then he starts to remember. It starts fuzzy at first, like a blurred photograph, but as he stops a few feet away from the Post Office it becomes a lot clearer.

Westport.

It wasn't some kind of false dream. He could remember all of it very clearly - his previous fake family, a man named Giriko and a woman named Roshian. He remembered being convinced to reckless drive a car all over Westport, he remembered the Hazmats, he remembered spending the night in an abandoned house with Lucas, he remembered falling very ill on the last day he was there and his fake mother holding him even though they both knew they were probably going to die soon. And for some reason, he felt a sharp ping of sadness every time he kept thinking about it.

All these sudden memories, it was all so confusing and distressful that Luke can't to anything other then just stand there in complete shock.]


...I remember!

[Phone.]

[Later that evening, Luke has had some time to sort out his feelings. But he's not sure what to do with this information.]


So um, say that you were supposedly here in Mayfield before but for the longest time you couldn't remember any of it...is it possible to get those memories back over time?
 
 
15 January 2012 @ 03:00 pm
2 ♕ The Hangover [Phone/Action]  
[ A - 849 Goldberg Street ]

[ When the sirens began to ring, the only thing Tsunade could do was wake and dash downstairs. There, she encountered her package. Regains from Christmas. She was hesitant to open them during Christmas, given their lack of marking, but, now, without any clue of what would be inside, she decided it would be best if she could open them. Her first one? A picture of a bunch of paperwork from home. ]

What on Ea-[ BOOM

Within the seconds of Tsunade's statement the house seemingly explodes into paper filled chaos. Stacks and stacks of paperwork begin to torrent around the living room, and the living room door bursts wide open, with paper flying out of there by the forests. If you dare to take a look to see what the hell just happened, you'll get a Tsunade who's sitting down with paper up to her shoulders before her pet pig, Tonton, stark naked and without her expensive pearl necklace, pops out of the paper with a fierce oink! ]

[ B - Phone.  ]

Ah, this is probably the worst hangover I ever had. [ Her voice sounds haggard and raspy. She sounds exhausted and weakened by all accounts. ] I can't even remember the last couple of days. What the hell did I drink....? [ She knows what really happened, but, she wants to synthesize as much information as possible and for that, she has to play dumb ] 

[ C - The Post Office ] 

[ With the realization that the paperwork had her entire life story and biography in it with the mysteriously missing parts filled in with her journal that has a day by day summary of her life, Tsunade realized it was time to go to the post office. On the way there, you see a very, veryold lady walking into the office. If you're in there, you know what happens. Tsunade finally made a trade and is, within a blink of an eye, transformed to her younger state.

If you're waiting outside out of curiosity, Tsunade emerges
young and not wrinklyas ever. Her loyal pet pig is by her side.  ] 

Ah, Tonton, now that that's out of the way, let's get going. Oink!

[ D - Anywhere! ] 

[ There is a pig following you. Just a random pig. And no matter how much you try to shake it off, it just won't leave you alone. It'll continue to follow you down many streets, with its nose slammed into the ground like a police canine unit. Yep. She doesn't speak, she doesn't talk, she doesn't do anything but follow. ]

[ E - Olney's Tavern ]

[ Tsunade, with her trusty pet pig in her purse like Paris Hilton and chihuahuas, sits at the bar, wallet ready and eager. ]  All right, bartender, make some magic for me. This damn town took two weeks away from my memory, and, in return, I'd like to forget whatever the hell I've been doing from now until the 27th. One Long Island Iced Tea. By the gallon even, I don't give a damn.