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[It's been almost a full week since that Mr. Grey tasked the townsfolk with finding the Librarian's mementos. Six days since Virginia led the household into one of the portals, plus the hell raven she inexplicably won over—which turned sour quickly and forced their retreat back through the portal when somebody grabbed the memento. Virginia died in the first few moments of that, blown apart by bombers passing overhead.]
[As frustrated and angry as it made Balin to have Virginia die so senselessly like that, again—he'd seen Mayfield bring her back from the dead once before. So she ought to be back good as new the next day, right? Caesar came back that way, even if he was an amnesiac for a little while. Yet when Virginia didn't come back, Balin grew concerned. The week passed, day after day—and still no sign of Virginia, until this morning.]
[And she wasn't herself.]
[She didn't dress as she normally does. She didn't behave as she normally did—she was acting just like the other droned women of Mayfield ... and none of her belongings that the town had given back to her were around anymore. The garage-turned-stable was empty. The weapons and equipment she'd kept on her person had vanished ... so this was really it. Virginia had been droned for good.]
[It's the first time that Balin has experienced the permanent droning of someone he knows. While he's met plenty of people in town, rarely does he hear when the town disposes of them. This time, he's had front row seats—and it's left him feeling a little darker and a little meaner than usual.]
[ACTION - A (847 Goldberg, Morning/Late Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Balin's stepping out of the house to go check the mail. He's wearing his red Mech Armor suit as usual—getting into the habit of wearing it most of time outside again, with the way things in town were shaping up. He's not enthused about going to work today, and is contemplating taking a day of as he goes to check the mail.]
[He was expecting the usual junk mail, but who knows, maybe Mr. Grey had left another note for everyone. He's much more surprised when he pulls out a thick packet envelope and two smaller ones, all addressed to him.]
[ACTION - B (Hospital and Downtown Mayfield, Late Morning/Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Well, going to work is officially off the table for today. What Balin found in those envelopes has made him driven. He's checking around town for sources of scrap metal—or disposable, purchasable metal items—so he'll be hitting up the construction site, the hardware store, and possibly the Greased Lightning Garage. After he's collected enough metal he'll head over to the Hospital to try and find a doctor there. Mordin Solus, if he can find him—but anybody involved with the medical laboratories will do. Failing that entirely, he'll just see if the Workstation can handle a direct sample ...]
[ACTION - C (847 Goldberg, Afternoon/Early Evening, HOUSEMATES/GUESTS)]
[By hook or by crook, Balin's returned home with the supplies he needs to get to work. He's fired up the workstation and (after making doubly sure that Caesar's yandere-streak-under-the-influence didn't result in any actual damage or tampering with the system) has started fabricating ... something. Taking one of the paper-thin yet not paper schematics, inserting it into the workstation, and processing his haul of scrap metal and organic samples into ... what looks like sand at first, but upon closer inspection are actually microscopic machines.]
[ACTION - D (Mayfield Outskirts, Early Evening/Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]
[It's another lovely evening in Mayfield. The sky always looks wonderful when the suns are setting—wait, suns?]
[Yeah, suns. Over on the horizon, there is a bright mushroom-shaped explosion rising up from the distant outskirts. For the folks who had been in Mayfield last Thanksgiving, it looks rather similar to that mushroom cloud. Yet it doesn't last nearly as long, burning itself out and not leaving a cloud of debris in its wake. Gazing upon it won't blind you or hurt your eyes, though it is pretty bright. There's no sudden city-destroying blast wave or intense heat either, yet there is a muted, distant explosion that sounds more like listening to a nuke go off on the television or over the radio than as it would experiencing the real thing.]
[And for those who can sense magic, psychic, or spiritual energies, they'll feel something akin to a bomb with a lit fuse—prior to the explosion, a somewhat low-level build-up of energies, then spiking as the explosion happens.]
[Feel like checking it out?]
[As frustrated and angry as it made Balin to have Virginia die so senselessly like that, again—he'd seen Mayfield bring her back from the dead once before. So she ought to be back good as new the next day, right? Caesar came back that way, even if he was an amnesiac for a little while. Yet when Virginia didn't come back, Balin grew concerned. The week passed, day after day—and still no sign of Virginia, until this morning.]
[And she wasn't herself.]
[She didn't dress as she normally does. She didn't behave as she normally did—she was acting just like the other droned women of Mayfield ... and none of her belongings that the town had given back to her were around anymore. The garage-turned-stable was empty. The weapons and equipment she'd kept on her person had vanished ... so this was really it. Virginia had been droned for good.]
[It's the first time that Balin has experienced the permanent droning of someone he knows. While he's met plenty of people in town, rarely does he hear when the town disposes of them. This time, he's had front row seats—and it's left him feeling a little darker and a little meaner than usual.]
[Balin's stepping out of the house to go check the mail. He's wearing his red Mech Armor suit as usual—getting into the habit of wearing it most of time outside again, with the way things in town were shaping up. He's not enthused about going to work today, and is contemplating taking a day of as he goes to check the mail.]
[He was expecting the usual junk mail, but who knows, maybe Mr. Grey had left another note for everyone. He's much more surprised when he pulls out a thick packet envelope and two smaller ones, all addressed to him.]
[Well, going to work is officially off the table for today. What Balin found in those envelopes has made him driven. He's checking around town for sources of scrap metal—or disposable, purchasable metal items—so he'll be hitting up the construction site, the hardware store, and possibly the Greased Lightning Garage. After he's collected enough metal he'll head over to the Hospital to try and find a doctor there. Mordin Solus, if he can find him—but anybody involved with the medical laboratories will do. Failing that entirely, he'll just see if the Workstation can handle a direct sample ...]
[By hook or by crook, Balin's returned home with the supplies he needs to get to work. He's fired up the workstation and (after making doubly sure that Caesar's yandere-streak-under-the-influence didn't result in any actual damage or tampering with the system) has started fabricating ... something. Taking one of the paper-thin yet not paper schematics, inserting it into the workstation, and processing his haul of scrap metal and organic samples into ... what looks like sand at first, but upon closer inspection are actually microscopic machines.]
[It's another lovely evening in Mayfield. The sky always looks wonderful when the suns are setting—wait, suns?]
[Yeah, suns. Over on the horizon, there is a bright mushroom-shaped explosion rising up from the distant outskirts. For the folks who had been in Mayfield last Thanksgiving, it looks rather similar to that mushroom cloud. Yet it doesn't last nearly as long, burning itself out and not leaving a cloud of debris in its wake. Gazing upon it won't blind you or hurt your eyes, though it is pretty bright. There's no sudden city-destroying blast wave or intense heat either, yet there is a muted, distant explosion that sounds more like listening to a nuke go off on the television or over the radio than as it would experiencing the real thing.]
[And for those who can sense magic, psychic, or spiritual energies, they'll feel something akin to a bomb with a lit fuse—prior to the explosion, a somewhat low-level build-up of energies, then spiking as the explosion happens.]
[Feel like checking it out?]
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