30 November 2012 @ 10:31 pm
Last call  
[ Ilsa has been watching the web of people in Mayfield, and unsuccessfully attempting to unhook Johnson's control from them.

With the latest of messages from Johnson and Annie, Ilsa goes to her next not-quite-plan. Grabbing the altar case, she heads to the garage. She silently apologizes to the Nash Rambler waiting there as she throws the case in the back, and gets in.

Not bothering to open the door, she backs out as fast as the Rambler will allow with Tarvek's modifications. She is making a sweep of town, searching out the links to the rest of the aware lights in town, thankful that Mayfield was set in the days of Detroit-Steel-and-Plenty-of-It designs.

The station wagon screeches to a halt in front of lone runners and groups, and Ilsa yells.
]

GET IN!
 
 
23 October 2012 @ 12:12 am
Between the idea And the reality  
[ Introspection: 1490 Kramden Road, Sunday ]

Ilsa has been off-balance )

[ Action/Phone: MacCready & Sons Law Office, Monday Morning ]

[ Ilsa is still dealing with a headache, but she is at work, like a trouper. Answering the phones, typing the depositions, filing the reports - and finding clues that the Mayfield she remembers may not be the Mayfield she has experienced. ]

[ The typed reports can be dismissed as some crank who sees aliens in the sky and monsters in the lake, but finding the ones in her handwriting are harder to dismiss. Especially with the notes she found in her purse. A guide to surviving a horrible and evil place, nothing at all like Mayfield, but it is Mayfield... and there is another wave of pain. ]

[ Still, she has to be the face and voice of the law office when she is on the front desk, greeting all callers and visitors impartially and cheerfully, though something has also possessed her to quit smoking today. The dish of butterscotch candies on her desk is already half-gone by mid-morning. ]

[[ OOC: Ilsa will be trying to fight the memories that Mayfield has imposed on her. She has a strong will, but the headaches are severe. Feel free to call or visit either day. ]]
 
 
12 September 2012 @ 12:51 pm
Another turn of the Wheel, and we still are here  
[ 12 September, Morning, MacCready & Sons Law Office: ]

[ Ilsa has been very quiet at the office today. Going to Olivier's for early morning training to find her in puttering around the kitchen, wearing the Mayfield wardrobe was fairly depressing. She's being careful, but at the same time, managing to look terribly busy. ]

[ She will stop to give you her full attention if you speak to her, though. ]

[ Midday, Downtown: ]

[ She's taken a half-day off, it seems. You can find her at various stores downtown, running errands before going home. As usual, she gives a wide berth to the garage. ]

[ Afternoon, 1490 Kramden Road: ]

[ This is something that has become a regular thing for her, taking a half day to do as she pleases in the kitchen when the drones are out of the house. Today, that means baking, and it seems rather involved, with all the counter-space being used. ]

[ It's still early enough in the season that the windows are open, and the scents of chocolate, chilies, cinnamon and cooked sugar are coming from the house. ]

[ Evening, Phone, filtered from drones and the powers that be: ]

[ Ilsa is also not above putting a small geas, nothing binding, but a strong inclination to pick up the phone on the call, specifically aimed at Olivier's resistance team. ]

Hey, everyone - Ilsa Higa, here. Has anybody scheduled a Bingo Night in the next week? I think we could use it.
 
 
10 July 2012 @ 08:14 pm
[Post Step Right Up] Should have listened to all the things I was told  
[ Day after the fall of the carnival, Morning, Phone, filtered from drones ]

[ Ilsa’s voice is rough, but this time it sounds more physical than her being morose. ]

Just checking in with everyone, sorry for dying on you this time. I’m going to take a sick day from the office, but if you need me, I’ll be at home most of the day.

[ Afternoon, 1126 Taylor Road ]

[ Ilsa hasn’t heard from Tarvek since she fell through the vortex tunnel in the fun house... and not just on the phone. So she’s knocking on the door, intent on checking on him.

As usual for her after one of these events, she looks like death on a cracker.
]

[ Evening, somewhere around the neighborhoods, maybe in the direction of Kramden Road. Maybe. ]

[ Ilsa is walking home, and might probably be way off course. This is, in fact, the first time she has deliberately gotten blind, stinking drunk since coming to Mayfield.

You might want to talk to her before she starts singing.
]
 
 
17 June 2012 @ 12:03 am
[Father's Day] You'll find out how much they can take  
[ 1490 Kramden Road, early morning, Father's Day ]

[ Ilsa has not been sleeping well, lately. So she doesn't find it odd that she was awake at midnight, baking. Since she was already in the kitchen and busy at dawn, transitioning to making a Wonderful Breakfast for her husband is not that odd at all.

You can stop by, but goodness, she has so much to do today! She might not have time to talk.
]

[ Your House (Yes, YOUR house!), Father's Day Afternoon ]

[ Are you a male that Ilsa knows? She is stopping by with a fresh baked something or other for you this afternoon.

If you are a man she encountered during the alternate history weekend, she put extra effort into making a treat for you.
]

(( OOC: Ilsa has been affected by Mayfield Father's Day, and is susceptible to orders from every male in town. ))
 
 
06 June 2012 @ 11:43 pm
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess  
[ Thursday Morning, Phone, filtered from drones ]

[ Ilsa’s voice is rough, but quiet. ]

This is Ilsa.

I... In case I saw you this weekend, I’m sorry.

[ The line goes dead, and there will not be an answer today ]

[ Thursday, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Keeping her head down, and trying to not attract attention, Ilsa is in the office for the first time since Monday.

She doesn’t look at all well. Perhaps she came back to work too soon. Maybe you should encourage her to go home.
]

[ Thursday Evening, between the law office and 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ Ilsa is walking home from work, not in her usual manner or speed. In fact she seems to be delaying going home.

Want to find out what’s wrong?
]
 
 
06 June 2012 @ 08:05 pm
゜゚*❀*゚ ゜ One  
.: at 1485 Kramden Road :.

[It would have been a peaceful and uneventful Mayfield morning, given the mild chaos of the past few days, were it not for the loud clanging of pots and pans accidentally crashing onto the floor. A complete accident. Honest. The kitchen itself is not a disaster zone at this point, but it's well on its way to becoming one, courtesy of a young girl who's far too used to using magic at this point to do without it now while making breakfast.

There's anger, confusion, and a slight fear. But most of all, there's hunger.]


All of this would be a world easier if I could just get my wand back!


.: Downtown Mayfield :.

[There's a girl on a borrowed stolen just for a little bit really bike stopping every once in a while to squint at the shops for any familiar faces, or even any trace of magic. Please excuse her if she crashes into you.]
 
 
02 June 2012 @ 01:19 pm
[Event: Memory Corrupt] Make up you mind to have... no regrets....  
AU Information )

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served.
]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe.
]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious.
]
 
 
13 May 2012 @ 07:09 pm
[Mother's Day] Life had just begun...  
[ 1490 Kramden Road, Egon's lab, just a few minutes into Mother's Day ]

Locked to Egon Spengler )

[ 1490 Kramden Road, outside John's room, early morning. ]

Locked to John Egbert )

[ Phone, filtered to Tarvek Sturmvoraus ]

Tarvek, you remember what happened last year? [ She sounds nervous. ]

[ 1490 Kramden Road, Mother's Day, all day, open to all ]

[ Ilsa will be answering the door, and even trying to intercept the phone calls today. She may or may not be successful. ]
 
 
29 April 2012 @ 09:00 pm
Had a scone and a large house blend...  
[ Phone: Filtered from drones with extra sauce.

Ilsa has not quite relied on the party line filters for this - she’s using a minor spell on the instrument to reach as many witches, mages, and other practitioners in town that she can. As such, this call may also be monitored by those with an interest in studying the esoteric arts.
]

First of May is coming up, and for those of you who celebrate some variation of Beltane, I was of a mind to have a bonfire at the Makeout Point. Nothing to take away from anyone’s private rituals, but it seemed a good time to have the community circle, since it’s not a recognized holiday in Mayfield. Figure we can have cakes and ale, if nothing else.
 
 
20 April 2012 @ 05:07 pm
[Poison Joke] a glow, and then a shine...  
[ 20 April, Afternoon, the front garden of 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ The front lawn has been making the slow transition from carpet of green to a plot ready to plant. Ilsa has been adding the seedlings from the kitchen window as they are hardy enough.

However, this morning while leaving to go to work, she spotted something she did not plant in the beds. It did not conform to anything she knew, and at her lunch break, she had checked the library references which had no more information on the plant.

So this afternoon, she changed into her halter top and shorts, and started weeding. She has been careful enough to wear gloves, and to put them in a bucket for disposal, but that doesn't stop them from affecting her. She hasn't noticed that her shadow now includes bat-wings, of sufficient span to be useful....
]

[[ OOC: Ilsa has been affected by the Poison Joke! Feel free to just be in the neighborhood and point out her new attributes. ]]
 
 
13 April 2012 @ 11:14 am
[Freaky Friday] 'cause I will think to wear my hat the same way you do  
[ 1490 Kramden Road, Friday Morning, early (closed to housemates and Tarvek) ]

[ Normal morning at the Spengler-Higa house, isn't it? Of course it is. There's nothing to see here. However, it is a bit odd for Ilsa to wake up alone in the master bedroom... the near-blindness catches her attention quickly, as do other changes. ]

Oh, ye jigs and juleps, what now?

[ Of course, the person driving the body is still slow to wake up. Which is why it takes her... him a few minutes to figure out if she's in Egon's body, where is Egon? ]

[ Around town, midday Friday (Open to all) ]

[ "Egon" has taken the day off from work, just like the rest of the house. Not one to look at the opportunity twice, Ilsa is walking back from the hardware store with a rifle case slung over his shoulder and carrying some hefty bags. ]

[ 1490 Kramden Road, Friday afternoon and evening (Open to friends who are likely to drop by) ]

[ Just because Ilsa is in the wrong body doesn't mean she's not going to cook when she's stressed out. Being in the wrong body is really stressful. ]

(( OOC: Repsonses for Ilsa will be from [personal profile] the_wrong_dr_spengler ))
 
 
07 April 2012 @ 10:27 pm
So many nights I just dream of the ocean  
[ 1490 Kramden, master bedroom, Friday Morning ]

Someone's sleeping in Egon's bed )

[ 1490 Kramden, front porch, Friday afternoon ]

[ Oh, look - someone has received a trio of packages. Ilsa's been here long enough to know there could be problems, and is waiting for back-up before attempting to open any of them. ]
 
 
02 April 2012 @ 04:07 pm
#3 - Prankfield  
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[Once he'd gotten home from downtown, Keith had found the letter and what Shirley had done made much more sense. 

What a strange town. . .

While not exactly competitive, an idea suddenly struck him. He was used to games - Hero TV, for example - and he enjoyed them. Maybe if he could help some people but still play the game, it would be worth it.

Which is why the people in his letter are going to get a knock at the door, or a ring at the doorbell. When the door is opened, the only thing that will be on the porch is a pastry box and a note.  You've been ding dong ditched!

 The pastry box has pie!  Delicious, normal pie, to make up for the trick. The note reads: 
 
Have a nice day. 

p.s. You may want to stay inside. 

It may be possible to catch him though; maybe he's tripped, or maybe this house has something magical about it, or maybe there's a sneeze from those bushes or behind that fence.  But he's trying very hard for a clean getaway!]
 
 
B. - Anywhere
 
[That was better.  It was a bit strange how he felt so much better after leaving his notes; less tired, so much less that it was noticeable. He's going to walk home quickly though; he definitely understood he was a target for othe-- Oh, that was a nice cloud in the sky.

Maybe he's a little less focused than he hoped.  And he'll definitely be helping anybody in need.]

 
 
01 April 2012 @ 05:27 pm
[event: Pranks] Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place  
[ Ilsa received a letter from the Mayfield Census Bureau. Opening it with dread, she was initially unbelieving, and relieved. This was not the same gambit as last year, and even though nothing specific is stated in the letter about dire consequences, this is Mayfield. She spread out her large map on the kitchen table to start the planning stages soon after re-reading the instructions in the letter. ]

[ By the time she has found all of her targets, and figured out what to do for each that could be called a prank, it is after midnight. The rash had begun to manifest that afternoon, giving her impetus to act, but also being very distracting. No time to lose, she sets out into the night. ]

[ Blind Mag ]
432 Peepers Street )

[ Ivo Robotnik ]
309 Miller Street )

[ Reimu Hakurei ]
842 Hastings Boulevard )

[ Luke Triton ]
726 Anderson Lane )

[ Crona ]
945 Beulah Street )
 
 
Current Location: Residential Mayfield
 
 
31 March 2012 @ 09:29 am
I never been laid so low In such a mysterious way  
[ Pet store, early afternoon ]

[ Ilsa is gathering an array of supplies, and aquarium, dishes and amphibian food. ]

I hope there’s a bufo veridis in stock, I know that will work.

[ She seems to be a bit stressed, would you like to help? ]

[ 1490 Kramden, early evening ]

[ Dinner preparations are underway, but there is a new addition to the breakfast nook: a terrarium. Also in an out-of-the-way corner of the counter, there is a home-built centrifuge rig on top of the blender base. Curious? ]
 
 
21 March 2012 @ 06:55 pm
In a castle dark or a fortress strong [Mood Slime: Day 2]  
[ 21 March, Mid-morning, 1490 Kramden, Housemates ]

[ Yesterday had started after midnight with a traditional blessing. It had not really ended, what with everything in the house being possessed.

From the wake-up call of the laundry equipment competing to drown or electrocute them, to the breakfast battle of fire and ice between the stove and the refrigerator, and finally the new TV and hi-fi had done their level best to kill them with feedback, the last thirty hours have been one exorcism after another.

Every appliance and fixture in the house has been through a banish and bless cycle... and Ilsa has just run out of salt.
]

Egon, I'm sorry - if this is the sort of "ghost" you've dealt with, I apologize for my attitude about your work.
 
 
19 March 2012 @ 09:55 pm
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring...  
[ 20 March, Dead of Night, 1490 Kramden Road, Backyard ]

[ Just shy of a quarter hour after midnight on the 20th, there is the sound of a flute in Kramden Road. The musician is not a polished professional, but they aren’t a rank amateur, either. ]

Music at midnight can be good or bad. )
 
 
Current Music: Vivaldi: Concerto No. 1 in E major, Op. 8, RV 269, "La primavera" (Spring)
Current Location: 1490 Kramden Road
 
 
13 February 2012 @ 03:02 pm
All across the nation, such a strange vibration  
[ 1490 Kramden, 13 February, Early Morning ]

[ Botanical Agent Status: Inactive ]

[ Ilsa has had all manner of fresh herbs in vases for some time, so the mint in the kitchen is nothing new. The fact that she has more of it than usual prompts her into a planning stages for a party before the town messes with them again. She thinks. ]

Hm, we still have a few limes, but I can pick up more on the way home. Could use another bottle or two of rum, besides.

[ Phone, filtered from drones, 13 February, Afternoon ]

[ Botanical Agent Status: Minimal ]

I think it’s been long enough for moping about - I have limes, mint and rum. The first batch of mojitos will be ready about 6:00 this evening. Everyone is invited to drop by.

[ 1490 Kramden, 13 February, Early evening ]

[ Botanical Agent Status: All Systems Go! ]

[ There’s music on the hi-fi, and Ilsa has been busy mixing drinks and setting out bowls of nuts and pretzels. Since this morning, there have been daisies, carnations, iris and more mint appearing in the house (( your choice what scent hits your character ))

Ilsa greets everyone at the door by putting a drink in their hand and a kiss on their cheek. Minors get minty limeade and a hug, at least.
]

Glad you could make it!
 
 
06 February 2012 @ 10:30 pm
from the grave of a broken dream  
[ 1490 Kramden Road, 6 February, morning. ]

[ Ilsa has been avoiding the house, save for that uncomfortable night huddled in the car, hoping to avoid being droned. This is the first time since being taken to the factory that she’s been able to think of the place as a refuge, rather than as a target. She’s still twitchy, and seems to be sneaking about, but has gotten ready for work, and is making breakfast for the first time in almost a week. Not!Family and friends might not want to sneak up on her, just in case. ]

[ MacCready and Sons Law Office, 6 February, midday. ]

[ There’s really not a lot for her to catch up in work, considering how little actual work there is in the office, but she is typing with the Dictaphone headset half-off, to make it easier for her to hear someone approach, or answer the phone. ]