mayfield_rpg

[Locked to 435 Peepers Street]
[ Obviously this is a dream. Obviously. He can't remember a dream like this, but it's pretty damn elaborate. And bright. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. And as he looked to his left and saw the empty eyes across from him, he found himself leaning towards the latter. This solidified once she uttered the word "children."

Rose from one nightmare to find himself in another. Well then. This was a terrible hand to be dealt.

This place was like nothing he had ever seen, and all of it served to make his headache even worse. However, the detail that stuck out to Spike the most, at least to him, was the fridge. He wasn't even half-dressed, despite (and perhaps fueled by) the doll's constant chittering about him going to work. He was honestly in no hurry. So what harm could a little peek in the fridge do?

So he opens the fridge - and he just stares into it. Anyone coming through the kitchen will notice the half-dressed man standing in front of the fridge, gawking into it's confines. Hypnotized, almost.

Well, wouldn't you be surprised if there's actual meat in the fridge? Come on. ]

[Action - Throughout the Town - Early Morning]
[ His wife told him he had to go to work. He told her that he didn't have a job, not the kind she was harping about anyway. Hell, he didn't even know who she was, or the brats that were his supposed children. She wasn't having any of that though. She was smiling even more audaciously, and he assumed this was how she showed irritation. There was no winning, it seemed, so he decided to roll with the waves.

He still wasn't planning on going to work. There were plenty of reasons. Biggest one? He had no idea where he was.

So. Step one. Find what the hell this place is. Spike decides to hit the concrete. His coat is draped over his shoulder, and he's giving everything a once over. Needless to say, he does not look impressed. Rather bored, actually, like he's been kidnapped ten times over and this was nothing new.

He's trying to be inconspicuous, but he has a green jewfro and a slump as wide as a camel's back. So. ]

[Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon]
[ Spike eventually finds himself buried deep within the confines of the Grocery Store. He's propped up against a wall, his face buried in a magazine. Occasionally his eyes will linger away from the magazine, but only for a second before diving right back in.

It doesn't look like he's here to buy anything. Actually, from the rather heavy bag at his side, it appears as if he's already checked out. Spike is not hiding this fact whatsoever. It also doesn't look like he's going to be shoplifting today either. He's got all the necessities. Nope - all he plans on doing is sitting back to read every last magazine on the shelf, no matter how bland and uninteresting the content is.

He is currently on Ladies' Home Journal. Exciting stuff. ]

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[Tsukasa was also in the Grocery store, picking up some essentials too. He notices the guy reading the magazines. He gives the guy a stoic nod.]

Anything good?

[ Spike looks over at the new guy, giving a stale glance back at the magazine in his hands. He shakes his head. ]

You're asking the wrong guy. [ He taps his cheek. ] Though they don't sell instant noodles, so there's that.

[Tsukasa indicated to the magazine.]

I was talking about the magazines. I haven't had a chance to look at them yet.

Oh. [ He feigns surprise. ] There's an article here on how to get stains out of flannel. Plenty of recipes too, though I doubt I would ever bother with those.

[Tsukasa nods a bit.]

Well, that one could be useful, if I knew anyone who wore flannel.

[He starts to page through another.]

Any books on photography?

None that I could find. Maybe there's one around that I haven't found.

[Tsukasa nods]

I'm still getting a handle on this place. The magazines are...odd.

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Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon

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