✖ anxiety attack: 010 ✖ Backdated to Monday ✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[For what has been over a month, the house has been host to a drone. Mika's drone has been quiet and demure, a perfect housewife on top of her nursing duties at the hospital. Thankfully no one is at home when she snaps out of it, as no one is around to hear her screaming in horror as she realizes what's been done to her.

But when everyone gets back, they'll find Mika in a foul mood, having managed to avoid the flowers springing up by simply being too angry to notice.]

[B. Phone]

All right, what the hell have I missed? What day is it and how long have I been a drone?

[C. Streets]

[Mika is in a dark mood as she limps along, on a walk to clear her head from the left-over cottony feel of the droning. Ears flat and hackles up, she hardly seems to have noticed the explosions of color around her...yet.]


((ooc: Mika's plot thread can be found here if anyone wants!))

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[wolfishsurvivalist]

Yes, unfortunately it is.

[She growls as she turns, but her tail gives a faint wag of greeting.]

What's up, Crowley?

[eyesofaserpent]

It's been a while since you've been yourself. Though I have to admit, that was probably better than the shit we had to deal with last month.

Er... Are you okay?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

No, I'm not. I had my brain snatched from me for a month, how do you think you'd feel?

[She huffs, venting some frustration and tosses her head. No reason to snap at him, but she does need information.]

What happened last month?

[eyesofaserpent]

Yeah, er... I had to deal with it for 24 hours after I died last... It was not pretty...

[He's not taking it personally. So far the day had been decent enough to him (of course, he hadn't gotten home yet and confessed anything on the phone for all to hear yet, but that is beside the point), so his mood doesn't falter, even if she's snippy. He doesn't really blame her for it, either. He'd probably be pretty crabby too.]

Er, the revival machine was blown up and then Mrs. Johnson decided to perform some experiments on the unwilling, myself included. The revival machine is back, but it seems there are... Temporary side effects now.

On a plus note, I'm apparently the third sexiest man in town.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Revival machine, what? What do you mean, temporary side effects?

[This has taken all precedence in her mind now, the crack about sexiest man in town is completely ignored for the moment in the face of more important matters. She will probably come back to this afterwards.]

[eyesofaserpent]

Er... When I died last week, it took a few days to come back and then I was a drone for a day when I did.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Oh. Is that all?

[eyesofaserpent]

I have a feeling that it isn't the only possible side effect.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

...Great, now I'm going to have to run all over town playing twenty questions just to figure out what the heck's been going on. Love it.

[eyesofaserpent]

It's pretty recent, so you may not get much. But I'd appreciate it if you let me know what you do. It's good to know what we're up against.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

If I can get anything out of them, I'll let you know.

[eyesofaserpent]

Thanks. Of course, like always, any time I'm at work at the tavern, your drinks are free.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Thanks. That might actually help if I ever decide to take up drinking.

[eyesofaserpent]

I can make you something without the booze too.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Now that I might just have to take you up on.

[eyesofaserpent]

Anytime, mate.

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She cracks a smile, her tail wagging.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[His feathers rustle as his wings reposition themselves slightly.]

Just make sure you come when I'm on duty. I'm the only one there I know of that charges drones for people's drinks.