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mayfield_rpg2012-02-29 05:25 am
geniusmage) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-02-29 05:25 am
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[Action A: 1449 Mitchell Road, locked to housemates.]
[From a moment of intensity grew sudden drowsiness, as her feet pace around the home. Everything is such unfamiliar style, certainly nothing out of Terca Lumireis. Brooding quietly in suspicion for a few minutes, she yells out.]
Whoever the hell brought me here, come out and show yourself! Duke!? [Maybe a bit useless. Like Duke would dress her in different clothes. But then what could it possibly be...? God, maybe she's dreaming. The confusion quickly brews her a burning headache. Working her way further around the house, Rita gains a bit of education to her surroundings, but is ever more disturbed. Whatever happened to bring her to this place...
Her eyes stop on a photograph, quickly grabbing onto it, holding it close to her face.
Green eyes widen.]
Wh-what the...
[Action B: Streets of Mayfield.]
[Those wandering the streets of Mayfield might find a curious, eccentric RitaMordio Gumshoe examining the town. After all, this place wasn't running on any sort of blastia, or at least it didn't seem like it. There's no telling how useful this information could be once she gets back home, and the thought of new technology is fairly stimulating. No point in complaining about being stuck here, since evidently it's going to be a while. Or forever.
Nothing else to do but push forward, and climb up on a lamp post to check it out.
That's where you'll find her.]
[Action C: Mayfield Public Library.]
[Okay, next logical step in figuring out this town. The library. The literature would have to be telling about this place, wouldn't it? Maybe something about the technology here, or the history, or...
How to make a perfect omelet?
What the hell? Her pokerface quickly turns disgusted as she pens over the rows of books, finding only more cook books, cleaning, gardening...Nothing substantial at all. Shoving the books back into the shelves like a clip into a magnum, she stomps off to keep looking. This couldn't seriously be everything, could it?]
[From a moment of intensity grew sudden drowsiness, as her feet pace around the home. Everything is such unfamiliar style, certainly nothing out of Terca Lumireis. Brooding quietly in suspicion for a few minutes, she yells out.]
Whoever the hell brought me here, come out and show yourself! Duke!? [Maybe a bit useless. Like Duke would dress her in different clothes. But then what could it possibly be...? God, maybe she's dreaming. The confusion quickly brews her a burning headache. Working her way further around the house, Rita gains a bit of education to her surroundings, but is ever more disturbed. Whatever happened to bring her to this place...
Her eyes stop on a photograph, quickly grabbing onto it, holding it close to her face.
Green eyes widen.]
Wh-what the...
[Action B: Streets of Mayfield.]
[Those wandering the streets of Mayfield might find a curious, eccentric Rita
Nothing else to do but push forward, and climb up on a lamp post to check it out.
That's where you'll find her.]
[Action C: Mayfield Public Library.]
[Okay, next logical step in figuring out this town. The library. The literature would have to be telling about this place, wouldn't it? Maybe something about the technology here, or the history, or...
How to make a perfect omelet?
What the hell? Her pokerface quickly turns disgusted as she pens over the rows of books, finding only more cook books, cleaning, gardening...Nothing substantial at all. Shoving the books back into the shelves like a clip into a magnum, she stomps off to keep looking. This couldn't seriously be everything, could it?]
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