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[bloodsugar]

A): phone - mid-morning.

[OPEN;]

[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]

...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.

[...a pause.]

It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--

[...]

Eh? [wait for it.]

AH--

[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]

[filter to Charles Fei-Ong]

Alright, so maybe I'm a little late in checking in. You'll forgive me, right? After all, I'm sure you've been busy collecting recipes and taste testing! [no really are you okay... :| last time he saw you, after all, was... uh, colorful, to say the least.]

...I don't suppose you'd be up for a cup of tea, Charles? [he has a feeling you'll just bs him even if you weren't alright over the phone, anyway. CLEARLY HE MUST BE NOSY IN PERSON.]

[filter to Esther Blanchett]

Esther-- do you have a minute? There's... ah, something I wanted to ask you. [AND IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH EDIBLE UNDERWEAR HE SWEARS DEAR GOD.]

[filter to Django]

How are you holding up, partner? I hope the radio silence is because you've been gloriously enjoying the sunshine, hm? Making up for lost time and all that...! [are you okay partner? :(]

B): action; 1648 Albright Lane - lunchtime.

[there's the smell of something burning, late in the morning approaching lunchtime -- and if Rachel or Cain follows their nose, they might find the source in the form of one (1) Abel Nightroad with his drone wife's FRILLY PINK APRON several sizes too small draped around his neck and haphazardly tied back in the process of butchering... grilled cheese. yes, he is a total failure.

...somehow, he's gotten butter all over the counter and is trying to catch an overturned bottle of orange juice that is apparently spilling its contents over and onto the floor. the pan is burning and he's jostling cups and plates, trying not to drop EVERYTHING EVER as he fumbles to cease the spill of juice fruitlessly.

NO ONE SAID YOUR DAD WAS GOOD AT BEING DOMESTIC. this is why.]

C): action; around town - afternoon.

[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...

...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]

D): action; church - evening.

[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?

...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]

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ignore that previous comment tab key is evil sometimes

[sunnydwithagun]

(Your curiosity shall be answered, faithful student!)

Indeed it does. It's a very customizable gun and while its battery is refueled by the sun, changing the lenses changes the element of the shots. I can change how it attacks as well, but I need the parts for them first. It was my father's before I inherited it.

That's great news! I'm glad he made it through; I definitely have you to thank for my recovery.

1/2; damn you tab key...!! /shakes fist at

[bloodsugar]

[o-oh sensei... *^*]

Elements? As in, the elements of nature? [man that is... a lot more badass than a normal gun isn't it. and his father's baww ;; so sentimental value, too?]

2/2

[bloodsugar]

Ahh... you know, I suspect your will had a lot more to do with it than I did! [slkdjf Django ;;] I'm sorry there wasn't more than I can do.

[sunnydwithagun]

(Lots of sentimental value and lots of badassery.)

That's right. There are lenses for fire, ice, earth, wind, sol and darkness; although each shot is concentrated sunlight, the type of damage done can be any of those I mentioned. I currently have my sol lens.

Perhaps, but it was your assistance that helped me regain my will. It's not uncommon for people to be lost in darkness; finding the way back to the light is easiest with a helping hand.

[bloodsugar]

I don't suppose you could show me how it works, could you? [idle curiosity. totally. not like he'll fanboy or anything. IT SOUNDS COOL ALRIGHT don't judge...]

--Ah... when you say it like that... it makes me feel like some kind of hero or something! I think I just got a little manlier!

[sunnydwithagun]

I wouldn't object to that. I can show you anytime you'd like. (It is very cool and understandable why Abel would want to see it.)

It wouldn't be wrong to say you're my hero. You did help me out of my morale slump, after all; I'm still thankful for that.

[bloodsugar]

[.......Django sldkjfslkdjf stop it his heart...]

Y. ...I got dust in my eyes, hold on. [DRAMATIC TOUCHED SNIFF.]

[sunnydwithagun]

No problem.

(Django's not too sure what's going on over there, but he's still waiting by the phone. SHED THOSE MANLY TEARS, ABEL. MANLY TEARS)

how did that y get there... /squints LMAO

[bloodsugar]

[o-oh you're such a bro, Django. /tears shine in the sun...]

--Ah. Right. Good, I'm good. Really. Not at all sentimental, if you were planning to suggest such a thing!

I thought that was for dramatic effect, honestly.

[sunnydwithagun]

(Bros for life, man)

If you say so.

Oh! How was your Valentines Day? Did those flowers mess with you, too?

oh let's roll with that. yeah totally on purpose.

[bloodsugar]

--Ah. Not too terribly, really! I lucked out, I think. [let's just not talk about that in too much detail okay he'll start blushing and you just made him get misty eyed HOW MUCH CAN HE TAKE.]

How about you, Django?

But of course.

[sunnydwithagun]

I think I may have gotten lucky as well. I didn't get involved with romance, but I had this unnatural craving for milk. A friend of mine had the same problem, so we joined forces and drove over to the diner.

...if you ever meet a man named Key-Fu, know that he is a very reckless driver. He's very skilled and supportive, don't get me wrong, but his driving is honestly scary.

(How thankful Django was to return his feet to the ground after that...)

[bloodsugar]

Reckless driver... got it. I'll try to refrain from hitching a ride then, hm?

Well! It looks like it didn't turn out too badly all around... harmless compared to the usual sort of thing, huh? [he'd take flowers over Dr. Johnson any day :|]

[sunnydwithagun]

(Agreed.)

Very much harmless. It could only get as dangerous as love regularly would, but otherwise this event wasn't too bad.

[bloodsugar]

We could only hope it'd be a trend from now on, huh. Embarrassing, maybe, but...

[sunnydwithagun]

I sure hope so. Embarrassment is a much more tolerable torture than anything else I've seen from this town. Especially when that woman's experiments began...

(So many dying and suffering people...it was truly a dark week, even for Mayfield.)

[bloodsugar]

...mm. I would be happy if we never saw anything like that again, long as we lived.

[sunnydwithagun]

I couldn't agree more, my friend. Perhaps we can try preparing for the next event, just in case?

[bloodsugar]

That seems like a good idea. I've been mulling over possibilities of doing that myself, though I'm not quite sure where to start considering the variety of things that could happen around here... it's all very unpredictable, isn't it?

[sunnydwithagun]

It is. While some of the events are practically random, there are those that seem to follow a theme based on the nearest holiday, like the flowers and Valentines day. Perhaps we can try figuring out what to do in accordance to the next holiday?

[bloodsugar]

Mm, that's a good idea... We can narrow it down to holidays celebrated in '50's America, as those are the ones that are the focus, too.

[sunnydwithagun]

That's exactly what I'm thinking. However, there's a bit of a problem with that: I'm not familiar with the holidays here.

(Separate world, so just gonna headcanon the lack of typical holidays.)

[bloodsugar]

Mm, it's been a rather long time since the Americas were habitable for me, too... I'm not familiar with their calender of holidays. Maybe we could look around in the library?

[sunnydwithagun]

That might be best. Hopefully, they would at least have a book on holidays; the library isn't as useful as it should be.

[bloodsugar]

That's true. Do you think there's someone here who might know more about it? Or maybe one of the older residents who've been here for previous years and knows which they tend to pick?