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mayfield_rpg2012-03-01 11:36 pm
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spread the word, tell a friend, tell them the tale
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Hmph. You people don't know how good you've got it. Don't realize how lucky you are to have me.
[Remember Dist? He's still an idiot. He sounds so convinced of his necessity, too.]
I'll have you know I've started printing copies of my letter again, with an additional note towards all those irritating hero types we've been getting lately. Best to cut them off at the start of things, before they make us suffer the consequences of their naivete. I removed the timeline at the end, as well, as it was mostly taking up room and was difficult to edit comprehensively. Thus, you'll mostly find the bare basics, and brand new prisoners will make the best use of it, but you can't deny that arming them with information is a necessity. Until they understand how Mayfield works, they're only dead weight.
If you're looking for a copy for yourself or distribution, you know where the library is. I'll be at the front desk, because working in the shelves is annoying.
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[If you happen by the library, true to his word, Dist is sitting at the front desk, alternately reading, doodling machine schematics on spare pieces of paper, and building what looks like a very tiny device; he's making no real effort to hide the fact that he's not actually working. Next to him is a tall stack of the letters, which are free to take. He is keeping an eye out for anyone who might be in the town's employ, but only halfheartedly. He's more worried about being punished than "letting it go into the wrong hands."]
(If you're just looking to give the intro letter to your character, you don't have to post in if you don't want to; I just wanted to get it back into circulation, so handwaving "quietly taking a note off the stack" is fine. I love CR, though. ^^)
Hmph. You people don't know how good you've got it. Don't realize how lucky you are to have me.
[Remember Dist? He's still an idiot. He sounds so convinced of his necessity, too.]
I'll have you know I've started printing copies of my letter again, with an additional note towards all those irritating hero types we've been getting lately. Best to cut them off at the start of things, before they make us suffer the consequences of their naivete. I removed the timeline at the end, as well, as it was mostly taking up room and was difficult to edit comprehensively. Thus, you'll mostly find the bare basics, and brand new prisoners will make the best use of it, but you can't deny that arming them with information is a necessity. Until they understand how Mayfield works, they're only dead weight.
If you're looking for a copy for yourself or distribution, you know where the library is. I'll be at the front desk, because working in the shelves is annoying.
[action, library]
[If you happen by the library, true to his word, Dist is sitting at the front desk, alternately reading, doodling machine schematics on spare pieces of paper, and building what looks like a very tiny device; he's making no real effort to hide the fact that he's not actually working. Next to him is a tall stack of the letters, which are free to take. He is keeping an eye out for anyone who might be in the town's employ, but only halfheartedly. He's more worried about being punished than "letting it go into the wrong hands."]
(If you're just looking to give the intro letter to your character, you don't have to post in if you don't want to; I just wanted to get it back into circulation, so handwaving "quietly taking a note off the stack" is fine. I love CR, though. ^^)
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Such work ethic! Surely it's very commendable.
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What do you want? You've been here long enough to know everything in my letter.
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My, is it so wrong for me to visit with a comrade? It had been a while since we'd last spoken.
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She doesn't question most of the things described there, having prior experience with strange or inconvenient events—you know, incidents. The whole thing, however, is...] ...more-complicated than I first thought...
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and, truth be told, she sort of wanted to meet the person who made them face-to-face. a long time ago, she was told that the maker would, maybe, get along with a friend of hers from her home. so, since then, her curiosity was sort of perked, but she never got the chance to meet the guy...
so, there she is, looking at him. s t a r i n g.]] Sir, you are the one that wrote these? [[she gestures to the letters.]]
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But of course; you're in the magnificent presence of Dist the Rose!
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As soon as he sees the stack of letters on the front desk, he snatches one up and reads through it. His somewhat curious expression remains the same, up until the point about the Post Office. That's when it turns serious.
Then, once he's done, he pockets the letter and glances at Dist.]
Does the Post Office here do anything other than take things in exchange for our possessions? [Like, you know, actually delivering letters.]
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Occasionally, he does act in our favor, but he's... tricky about it. I wouldn't call him an ally, but honestly I don't think the wretches who run this place would either. They don't have total control over him, which is a rarity here.
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[He's already got a plan cooking up his sleeve. Oh, so no one trusts the Postman here, eh? Maybe he can use that.]
And what if someone decides to start up a post office of their own? How do you think people around here would react?
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Are you the one who has been creating these letters? I would like to thank you. I also want copies of the letter for distribution.
[Because taking copies down by hand was just tedious, not mention hard to read for some people.]
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[He gestures to the stack, nodding.]
Take as many as you like. I can copy more at home; just be sure to mention who you got them from.
[As if they weren't signed anyway. Dist, your ego is amazing.]
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...Dist? Very well, I will do my best to mention your name to all people that I give this letter to.
[She proceeds to grab a sizeable stack composing of 30 or so letters.]
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I like the second paragraph here.
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Yoink.]
This is one of those letters, right? ....thanks for writin' it. Should come in handy!
[Oh god, she's one of those cheerful types of kids. She folds the thing and tucks it into her pocket, then leeeeans in to peer obnoxiously at Dist's work.]
Say, whatcha buildin' there?
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I'm making a voicebox for a robot I have back home.
You'll find that letter extremely useful, yes. I'm brilliant, you know.
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I am indeed! You did remember to mention who created the letter when you were distributing it, yes? I have intricate knowledge of Mayfield; my information would be priceless to a poor, confused newcomer.
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