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mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 09:53 am
bloodsugar) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-20 09:53 am
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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...]
[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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You're... deadset on going? [oh no. this will not end well, and-- now he realizes that HE'S the one that put this thought in Django's head, however unintentionally.]
W-- wait, wait... We need to think this through! You really might be killed, Django! What if the revival machine goes down again or-- the town turns to chaos again? We might need you!
[SDLKJF TRYING TO COERCE HIM NOW]
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(Abel's roll for bluff = 4. Django is still set on going. Will the coercion level rise for dramatic effect?)
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THE ACTION TYPE
aka the most meddlesome to deal with!! at least he isn't storming off guns blazing like some other troublesome colleagues he's ah. affiliated with.]
You don't know for sure you'll even get anything remotely useful, even if you get inside! There's no guarantee there's anything in there at all, Django! It isn't like you're bartering your life for a fail proof ticket to our freedom -- this is all entirely a mystery. There could be a plain office in there, and you could die for just having seen it at all, just because you're not where they want you to be!
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If we all stay where they want us to be, then we might as well be drones!
(He pauses for a moment.)
...I know there's no guarantee I'll find anything. I know I probably won't find anything of use, but at least I'll be able to say I gave it my best effort. If Mayfield so desires my death, then I'll give them the greatest fight I can give them.
(You don't want to get mixed up with a guy like him. He's a loner, Abel. A rebel.)
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there's only two options if he can't dissuade him, as is obvious. either to stop him, which he might very well try, or to be an accomplice and try to make it as successful as possible.]
...Your life is too precious to throw away on the slim chance there's something even remotely useful to find. Think about the people who you'd hurt doing something like this... it's not worth it. It really isn't worth it...
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I've lived my entire life trying to help others; it's all I really know. I've seen and endured things that no other person should have to endure. I'll truly let them down if I don't do everything in my power to protect them. As long as I can ensure their safety, then my life will have meaning.
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...I can't... let you do that, Django. [he really can't. he would never forgive himself if the boy went and got himself killed acting on this foolish idea.]
Do you even have a plan? An idea what you're looking for? What you would do even if you found it?
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If I can't take it with me during my escape, then I'll memorize everything I possibly can. If I find something, I will bring something back.
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...Any of those places are bound to be incredibly well safeguarded. Considering how advanced the technology is around here, I'm sure they'll know you're there long before you get inside.
What do you plan to do? [maybe if he sees the flaws in this... he can be talked out of it? D:]
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I'm going to investigate the outer perimeter first; the front entrance is too convenient and might be the most difficult approach. A back door or even an open window would be a better option.
From there, I'll be able to get a better idea of how guarded it is: how many people are there, how they move around and when to sneak past them. With that much down, I'll search each and every room if I must.
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What if there are sensors? They could detect you're there and you don't even know they're there! You could be droned, or... killed before you even get up the lawn!
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As I said before: the town will drone or kill us regardless of what we do. Doing nothing will only mean letting them win.
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Are you doing this for the right reasons? Putting yourself and others at risk to accomplish a goal when you have no reason to believe that goal CAN be accomplished... Or for your own peace of mind? Is it you who can't stand doing nothing, or the town that needs you, right here and now, to do something?
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If it'll put you at ease to say I'm doing this for my own selfish purposes, then so be it. I won't allow myself to sit on the sidelines while I still have things that need to be taken care of.
(One can't hold back an adventurer's spirit for long, sadly...)
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not that he wouldn't have been just as reckless if he believed there were something in there worth it to find.]
...I'm sorry. If you try to do something like that, Django, I'm going to stand in your way. I can't let you do this... as your friend, and as your partner.
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Abel...please don't do this...
(Smell the hypocrisy, Abel? Delicious, isn't it?)
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What choice do I have? ...I couldn't let you throw your life away like that. Even... if you believe you're doing what's right.
[look he is the biggest hypocrite forever NO APOLOGIES...]
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I don't want to fight you. Please let me through, Abel...
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...If you can beat me, then you can do whatever you'd like. I won't stop you.
[he shakes his head again, hardened resolve in his eyes.]
Otherwise, I have to stand in your way.
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...
(Django leaps backwards and readies his gun. With much regret, he points it at Abel.)
If that's how it must be, then I will not hold back. Prepare yourself, partner!
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[seeing Django sincerely draw the weapon and point it at him, his heart sinks. but -- he isn't backing down, even if he heaves a dejected -- and resigned sigh. if that's how it'll be, then...]
...It looks like there's no way around it, doesn't it? [he isn't drawing a weapon, however -- eyes steady on the other.]
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FIGHTING FAMILIESthis would be no different.)I sincerely wish there was...
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but despite it all, he gives him a tiny smile of reassurance.]
...Even so, it won't change the fact that I'm your friend. No matter what happens.
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The reassurance lets Django heave a sigh of relief. HE EVEN SHOOTS...a smile.)
The same for you, my friend. Regardless of who wins, we shall remain comrades.
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[HE LOOKS SO HARRIED BY THIS FACT...]
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oh right SORRY FOR THE HORRENDOUS LATENESS? somehow i forgot to type that above... salkjdf /sobs
It's cool; I thought of it as "and they enjoyed the day with dinner and milkshakes THE END"
AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER?
WITH RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS TWILIGHT SPARKLE CAN THREADJACK FOR EMPHASIS IF NEEDED
oh my goodness i don't know if i can handle all this........!!!
As Scar would say, "BE PREPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARED!"
I DON'T KNOW IF MY BODY IS READY
Shhhh it'll be ok...it'll be ok.
...do you promise /eyes sparkle...
You have my word.
/eyes... shine......... SPARKLING LIKE THE SUN...