A Better Place To Live

welcome to mayfield

You awaken one morning in a bright, summer suburb straight out of the 1950s. There's a smile on every neighbor's face, not a cloud in the sky, and the paper has been delivered on time, just like every other morning. Your spouse lays next to you; your kids are asleep in the other room. Looking around, you see photos of yourself and your family- your wedding, the birth of your first child, your last family vacation.

The problem? You can't remember any of this happening.

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hasagoldsuit

02 May 2012 @ 12:28 pm

third con | Finally.

[So Moist has been rather busy over the past few days, working in the garage. It probably has something to do with the golden suit hanging in his closet, but he's been thinking about doing this for a long time.

People don't trust the Post Office here, and for a good reason, too. So what do we do?

Put up a new one.]

[PHONE]

Good morning, Mayfield! This is Moist von Lipwig, Postmaster General of Ankh-Morpork. I've been thinking, the Post Office here isn't exactly the best example of one out there. Since I run--or, well, ran one before coming here, I decided to try it again!

We're still finding our feet, of course, and thus, any help from anyone is appreciated! Come by 628 Topper Street, we're hiring.

((OOC: Remember this? I finally got off my lazy ass and posted it. No, there won't be regains. /ducks tomatoes))

Tags: *location: topper street, c: moist von lipwig

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hasagoldsuit

04 March 2012 @ 11:02 am

second con | Reliving embarrassing moments

[In retrospect, he really shouldn't have eaten those chocolates the drone wife had baked. But, well, they were right there, and he was feeling a bit hungry after his day, and it was just one chocolate anyway, no harm done, right?

Except, well...let's just say if he hadn't eaten that one chocolate he'd have spared himself a world of embarrassment.]

[ACTION]

[It was actually somewhat easy to get himself a disguise. A change of accent, a pair of glasses, and a change of clothing, and it wasn't Moist von Lipwig that strolled out of the house, but Ethel Snake. Let's just say that when he was just starting out, he had some weird ideas when it came to names.

Right, though, time to get back in the game. He'd been on the (mostly) straight and narrow for far too long, damn that Vetinari, it was time that he did something illegal. And it just so happened that he'd taken a few checks and signatures from his job as a banker and forged them, carefully. And, oh yes, a few playing cards would make his day, but he'd have to work with what he had. And then find some way to get out of town as soon as possible.

There's a man with glasses, a respectable gray suit, and a personable smile approaching you. What do you do?]

((OOC: Moist has just been regressed to when he was just starting out, so there will be a lot of things very off about him. Feel free to call him out on it.))

Tags: c: moist von lipwig

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hasagoldsuit

13 February 2012 @ 07:16 pm

first con | Hell, disguised as Heaven/On love and cheesy pick-up lines

[backdated to the 12th]

( Locked to housemates )

[Feb. 13/14]

[PHONE]

Right, so. I've been told about the tricks this place can pull already, but I didn't hear anything about mint sprouting up in the middle of the night. And it's starting to smell of peppermint in here.

[There's a pause. Then, as casually as he can say it...]

It does smell rather romantic.

[ACTION, around town]

[...well, this is strange. There's someone approaching you, and for once, he isn't looking to con you out of your money (not that he does that anymore) or steal a pencil from you. He's looking to con a kiss instead.

Cheesy pick-up lines, clearly, are go.]

Tags: !event, !intro, *location: topper street, c: moist von lipwig

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