mayfield_rpg | ☠First Reel: Not in Kansas?

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☠First Reel: Not in Kansas?

[Grell is curently standing in front of a house right out of a daydream. A well manicured lawn, white picket fence...children running around.

What makes this too good to be true is that her clothing has changed. Not that she's complaining. Whoever chose this dress certainly has good taste! But that is besides the point.]

Morpheus, how cruel are you to play such a hoax! [As Grell stares, dumbfounded, a hand rises and pinches her arm, startling her.] OUCH! [Okay, not a dream. A hallucination?]

Oh, there you are, angel! I thought you got tied up at the grocery store.

[Green eyes immediately go over to the handsome man. Nicely dressed, smart looking, a charming smile.

Better play along.]

Well, I'm home now~. [The smile she gives is just a mask. She would like to know what the Hell is going on.]

(ooc: the blue font is her drone husband.)

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...Oh dear. Are you all right with the drone Miss?

[He couldn't help it. The poor...lady? Looked so lost, and trying to deal with a drone was not going to help matters. He meant to go and get something from the grocery store this time, but it couldn't be helped. New comers needed all the help they could get.]

[Grell looks over her shoulders and spots a young male. The first thing sh thinks is that he needs to improve his posture.]

Drone? What on Earth do you mean?

Sorry. I know it's a bit of a rude term, but it's what we use for people like your um...partner. It means that he mixes with the majority of the population, and tries to fit in with certain standards that the town wants.

And they can be...pretty dumb.

[Grell does not seem so concerned, despite what this person just said.]

...and how is that a justifiable mean for using caution?

Because if you act too out of place, you can be like him for days.

[She looks to this handsome man, then back to the boy.]

Darling you're making little sense. Are you ill?

N-no I'm not! Just ask anyone!

I may have to, since your warning is rather cryptic at worst. Nonsensical at its finest.

...I know it seems cryptic but it's better once you've seen...everything, really.

Like the town itself. And the photos inside. You woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, with photos you don't remember, and no weapons-right?

I did not wake up in a bed, I--

[Wait, did he say no weapons?!

Grell extends her hand to the side a bit and tries to summon her DEATHSCYTHE, but to no avail. She sort of tries to force it out by shaking that arm.]

The bloody Hell is going on?!

[She then looks to the boy, marching over to him and towering over him in all her glorious anger.]

You had BETTER explain what is going on. Clearly and PRECISELY! Or Heaven help you...

[....Eep.]

You've been taken into a town called Mayfield! It-it does various events in a month, and often there is a power play between the fractions between those that rule the town! A-and there's always a precise number of people in a house and pets...even if they're really talking animals...and you might get your weapon or powers back!

I-if you survive whatever event happens. I hear that for um...one of them, there was cannibals...

[And he's just going to keep babbling what he knows. With his hands up. Lady is FIERCE.]

[..talking animals? Experiments? And now her powers are gone?

Grell does not like how all of this sounds, but if what this babbling boy is saying turns out true, then she'll have to play the game.

She hold up a hand to cease his explanations.]

So, we're all just a bunch of lab rats in a grassy maze of wholesomeness? And... [She looks behind at her drone husband, who waves to her cheerfully.] Handsome men?

Something like that. There hasn't been a reason given yet as to why we're here.

I guess you could say that he's...a bonus and a hindrance? I mean. I've seen better in town. And they're real people who...well...don't try to make you do things.

...you've seen better, in town~? [GRINS. Oh my~!] Is that a Freudian Slip I hear~?

M...maybe a little...bit...?

[Someone let him die now.]

[Grell giggles softly.]

What's your name, cutie~?

[....he's not being mistaken for a girl again right? He. Really hopes so.]

H-Hanatarou. Hanatarou Yamada. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Nope!]

Likewise. I'm Grell Sutcliff. Do feel free to stop by once in a while, hmm~?

[Thank goodness?]

Oh! I will thank you! Um. To visit right?

[Yes. The fact that Grell wishes no harm on him upon their first meeting is a good thing.]

Yes, to visit.

[Yup. Though if that will change...never know.]

I'll make some good tea then, when you visit!

_{[Mercedes had been out frog hunting practicing her marksmanship when the little fairy returns to her assigned home.

... Huh. Who's that unfamiliar lady standing on her lawn?]}

Excuse me.

Your mother just got back from the store, so get ready for supper!

[....did he just say...]

I BEG YOUR PARDON?!

_{[... What did he just call her?]}

-- I beg your pardon as well! She is absolutely not my mother!

CORRECT! I'm far too young to have children!

...are you two playing a joke, here? Such kidders! You know we're all family! We've got the pictures to prove it!

We'll see about THAT! [Grell marches past them both in determination, heels clicking on the pavement.] That man is crazed! Handsome, but crazed.

'Tis no joke! My mother is Queen Elfaria, not this strange woman!

_{[Arguing is probably pointless, but Mercedes feels a need to set the record straight anyway.]}

[Grell steps into the living room and, because of her bright coloring, she could see that the 'husband' is correct. There are pictures everywhere, of her and their 'family'. Green eyes widened in surprise, picking up a picture and seeing her smile.

Her teeth...were normal. Grell uses the reflection of the picture frame to check out her teeth. They aren't sharp at all.]

What in the Fates...

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☠First Reel: Not in Kansas?

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