27 July 2012 @ 03:36 pm
Third - Phone  
[It's rather unnerving to wake up and realize that a chunk of your memory is missing. Minerva can gather that she was somehow turned into one of the drones, but beyond that, she'd like some answers.]

Is it common for those of us who were brought here to become drones on occasion? An effect of the town, perhaps? Or something more malicious.

It's disturbing the amount of power this town sems to have. I don't suppose anyone has ound a way to counter it?
 
 
08 June 2012 @ 07:37 pm
Second  
[Minerva generally checks the mail out of habit, as something to do, even though there's rarely ever anything very exciting in it. Bits and bobs aimd at maintaining the illusion that this town is a real town, and this "family" is a real family. But when she sees the long, thin package, marked with her name, that arrives in the mail today, she can feel her heart flutter in anticipation. She leaves the rest of the mail on the kitchen table and retreats to the bedroom to open it.]

[Phone - Unfiltered]

It's funny, what a grand effect a small change can make. That is what happened over the weekend, I believe. Our histories were altered, somehow. It seems like a dream now, but...

Just one little action can change your whole future. But of course, you can never know what the effect will be, until it happens.

[Action - John Doe Park]

[The wand hadn't worked. Of course it hadn't. If the town had stripped her of her magic, returning her wand wasn't going to bring it back. Nevertheless, there is a sense of comfort to be gained simply from having it by her side again. She'd made the right choice, she knew that for certain now. But it still hurt.

If anyone would like to bother her, she'll be sitting a a bench in the park, reading a book. She appears to be deep in thought.]
 
 
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.]
 
 
15 May 2012 @ 07:54 pm
First - Action  
[So what do you do when you wake up in a strange place (with a distinctly American flavour), your wand is missing, and you don't seem to be able to do any magic at all?

Well, first you panic a bit. It's only natural. But then you compose yourself and set out to find some information. And so Minerva does.]


Excuse me. This may sound strange, but I don't suppose you could tell me where I am, or how I came to be here?