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mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 11:42 am
jumpsinline) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-15 11:42 am
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01 ~*~ Dude, where's my grave?
[ Action : 436 Peepers St. : Early Morning ]
[ Yoshika awoke from her deep sleep to the gentle nudging of her drone husband who, in a classy fashion, claimed she smelled like rotting trash and really should get cleaned up. Bleary-eyed and stiff in body (nothing new, there), she dragged herself out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. She had asked him to work the faucet because she couldn't figure it out on her own, but it wasn't until she was halfway into cleaning herself up after that bath that she noticed that something was very very wrong.
Her hands were held out in front of her toward the mirror and she stared at them with such shock and horror that you'd think she was bleeding. When she cried out, her voice was high and loud, and no regard was given to how it echoed in the tiled room, or out of the open door into the rest of the house. ] My elbows are broken?!?! [ No, Yoshika; that's called being able to bend your joints properly. ]
[ ...someone's a little slow on the uptake. ]
[ Phone : Open : Later ]
[ Greetings, Mayfield! You are joining a conversation already in progress. The first voice that pipes up is that of a young lady who sounds very much alive, if very confused. The latter is a younger, perkier girl who has been doing some (read: LOTS) of explaining. ]
—now I just talk into it?
Uh huh, uh huh! Just talk into it and people will talk back!
...how do I hand it to them to let them talk?
You don't need to. The sound travels through the phone. Kinda like one of my echo chambers.
Ohh!
I don't know how those work.
Just trust me, okay? Sound is my specialty.
I trust you but it just seems weird --- aaa!
[ A clatter as the receiver is dropped onto the table, but it doesn't disconnect. ]
... Do you want me to handle introducing you, Yoshika?
I think so. This is all too weird. Too weird!!
[ A sigh. The receiver is picked up once more. ]
Hello everyone! This is Kyouko Kasodani reporting from... apparently my new house! My friend from home is here, though! Her name is Yoshika Miyako! So be sure to give her a friendly Good Morning, okay?
[ From the background: ] Good morning people I can't see!
(OOC: Replies can come from either or both girls. Specify if you do not want threadjacks please~!)
[ Action : Around Town ]
[ Yoshika is taking her newly whole body for a test drive!
Literally. If she was any less adept at walking normally and keeping her arms down, she would need a "Student Driver" sign tacked onto her forehead. Or any kind of sign. It's kind of unusual, not having a slip of paper dangling between her eyes perpetually. She is half wondering how she did so for what seems like such a long time (though it really wasn't), and now, how she is going to live without it.
She's shuffling around rather stiffly, and occasionally just sort of hops for no discernible reason. She's so focused on this that she doesn't see who, or what, she might run into. A person, a stop sign, a parked car.
And when she does, she loudly exclaims: ] Ow! Why did that hurt?!
((OOC: Please put a note if your character is affected by or carrying along the scent of any particular kind of flower(s) for the event. I am open to absolutely everything, even violent stuff! Yoshika will just be an oblivious derp about it all, but she may try to bite characters who get violent.))
[ Yoshika awoke from her deep sleep to the gentle nudging of her drone husband who, in a classy fashion, claimed she smelled like rotting trash and really should get cleaned up. Bleary-eyed and stiff in body (nothing new, there), she dragged herself out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. She had asked him to work the faucet because she couldn't figure it out on her own, but it wasn't until she was halfway into cleaning herself up after that bath that she noticed that something was very very wrong.
Her hands were held out in front of her toward the mirror and she stared at them with such shock and horror that you'd think she was bleeding. When she cried out, her voice was high and loud, and no regard was given to how it echoed in the tiled room, or out of the open door into the rest of the house. ] My elbows are broken?!?! [ No, Yoshika; that's called being able to bend your joints properly. ]
[ ...someone's a little slow on the uptake. ]
[ Phone : Open : Later ]
[ Greetings, Mayfield! You are joining a conversation already in progress. The first voice that pipes up is that of a young lady who sounds very much alive, if very confused. The latter is a younger, perkier girl who has been doing some (read: LOTS) of explaining. ]
—now I just talk into it?
Uh huh, uh huh! Just talk into it and people will talk back!
...how do I hand it to them to let them talk?
You don't need to. The sound travels through the phone. Kinda like one of my echo chambers.
Ohh!
I don't know how those work.
Just trust me, okay? Sound is my specialty.
I trust you but it just seems weird --- aaa!
[ A clatter as the receiver is dropped onto the table, but it doesn't disconnect. ]
... Do you want me to handle introducing you, Yoshika?
I think so. This is all too weird. Too weird!!
[ A sigh. The receiver is picked up once more. ]
Hello everyone! This is Kyouko Kasodani reporting from... apparently my new house! My friend from home is here, though! Her name is Yoshika Miyako! So be sure to give her a friendly Good Morning, okay?
[ From the background: ] Good morning people I can't see!
(OOC: Replies can come from either or both girls. Specify if you do not want threadjacks please~!)
[ Action : Around Town ]
[ Yoshika is taking her newly whole body for a test drive!
Literally. If she was any less adept at walking normally and keeping her arms down, she would need a "Student Driver" sign tacked onto her forehead. Or any kind of sign. It's kind of unusual, not having a slip of paper dangling between her eyes perpetually. She is half wondering how she did so for what seems like such a long time (though it really wasn't), and now, how she is going to live without it.
She's shuffling around rather stiffly, and occasionally just sort of hops for no discernible reason. She's so focused on this that she doesn't see who, or what, she might run into. A person, a stop sign, a parked car.
And when she does, she loudly exclaims: ] Ow! Why did that hurt?!
((OOC: Please put a note if your character is affected by or carrying along the scent of any particular kind of flower(s) for the event. I am open to absolutely everything, even violent stuff! Yoshika will just be an oblivious derp about it all, but she may try to bite characters who get violent.))