[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane - Morning]

[A brilliant idea has come to Picky today. An excellent, brilliant, incredible idea. If there's all this snow... then he has to build a snow fort. Of course, that's a lot of work for one small Picky to do on his own. He has barely managed to outline the area on his front yard. And his clumsy robot's help isn't that helpful, being that the robot is so clumsy. But he has a plan. He knows what to do.

Pokey has already been called. Pokey will know what to do! Pokey might even, like, have a robot that'll build forts! Or at least steal enough snow from all the other yards so they can get something REALLY AWESOME going on.]

[Action - 7132 Brooks Lane - Afternoon]

[The fort is built! There's a lovely wall of snow in the front yard of 7132 Brooks Lane, and faint boyish voices coming from inside.

Also, snowballs. Snowballs are definitely being launched from inside, if you get too close. Do you dare get too close?! CAN YOU SURVIVE SUCH A PELTING?! CAN YOU?!]

(OOC note: Tags will go Originator > Picky > Pokey for order!)

Phone:

Did anyone else get a visit from Jill Smith the other day? She came by my house. No one was hurt. It was just very strange. But I was wondering if anyone else had had anything similar happen to them, or had heard of anything happening.

Action:

[You can find Nina:

A. At the High School, waiting for Johan to be done with his class. While she's waiting, though, she notices one of the greaser drones trying to cram someone into a locker. It takes one quick aikido move to disable him, and shove him inside the locker instead. If the person she helped wasn't a drone themselves, she'll turn and ask if they're okay.

Or maybe you'll just bump into one another in the hallway?

B. At the Grocery Store the next morning, out shopping. She seems to be having trouble reaching some on one of the shelves, though, hopping up to try to get it and still not quite making it! Help her out?

C. Throughout the week, Nina will also be in and out of the Library, like she's supposed to be. She'll go right over if she sees anyone she knows, though... or anyone important to talk to.]

[Action - Around town, Morning]

[See Haruko.

See Haruko staring at a street lamp.

See Haruko staring at a street lamp for a minute on end.

See Haruko leap towards the street lamp with incredible speed and begin to climb it in a swinging motion in a few seconds flat. She reaches the top of the lamp incredibly fast and, with one open palm, holds herself up on it, body straight and composed, before swinging off of it and landing on the ground gracefully, still standing.

See Haruko looking smug and pleased.

See Haruko after she's gone to the Post Office and regained her true body in exchange for a few memories. Not that she knows she's lost them.

See Haruko proceeding to do a bunch of flips, kicks, and acrobatics as she breaks her body back in. It's been a long few months without it.]

[Phone]

Alright, alright everyone listen up! Especially you folks who call yourself teenagers cause I've got some important news for you! It could even save your lives. Seems I got a call back on Friday that I'm gonna be getting a new job. That's right. You've all got a new school nurse. Aren't you lucky?

You are. That isn't even a question. MOVING ON!

I dunno how things are done there now, but it's gonna change when I get there on Monday. Oh yeah. First thing we're gonna do? PHYSICAL EXAMINATION TIME! Gonna make sure you're all developing healthy and being healthy and all the other shit I'm apparently supposed to care about. And so we're not leaving anyone out? This goes for teachers too! In fact, your teachers are even more at risk to be out of shame, shameful slugs because of their soul crushing jobs of teaching a youth who neither cares about their own futures nor has any aspirations of their own.

This is not debatable. It is mandatory and by God I will see to it with all the authority a high school nurse might possess.

See ya Monday.

[Phone, Filtered to Mart]

Hey kid. Got my shit back, and I could use some sparring practice.

Wanna brawl?

[Action: High School, forward Dated to Monday]

[She wasn't joking.

During class, students and teachers might be alarmed as they here a loud slamming noise as a pink-haired woman dressed in a nurse's outfit barges through the classroom door, pushing a tray full of medical items with as many stethoscopes and tongue depressors as she has scalpels and needles. She even has a saw on it. Not a medical or bone saw. Just a saw like you might buy from a hardware store.

And she's currently blocking the door.]

Examination time!

EXAMINATION TIME!

LIIIIIIINE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!

[A. 850 Goldberg | Locked to housemates]
[After being woken up from a long over due sleep by the bells and whistles going off almost a week ago, Nageki's just been hiding out in his room only leaving it to eat. He has so many unanswered questions...

Why didn't he pass on?
If he did, is this what the afterlife is like?
What are Hiyoko, Ryouta, and everyone else doing now?
Why is he a human and not a bird in the afterlife?

To put it it quite frankly, he's super depressed right now. You might want to cheer him up or find some way to get him to leave the house.]

[B. The high school| Monday.]

[B1. Today is Nageki's first day of school since killing himself and the first day of school as a human, so there's a reason he's acting a little awkward around new people. When the time comes, he introduces himself like you would expect...in a sort of flat, somewhat feminine, quiet voice.]

My name is...Fuji...Nageki Fujishiro-Beilschmidt. It's nice to meet everyone.

[He then quietly sits back down in his seat.]

[B2. He's sitting alone at lunch. Come and talk to him? Introduce yourself? Figure out some way to cheer him up?]

[B3. Feel free to run into him anywhere in the halls during class change.]

[C. The library | Monday.]
[Old habits die hard. Instead of going straight home he decides to visit the library.

He starts scanning the shelves with great interest.]

[Oh hey what's that on your roof?

Depending on the time of day and how much snow is on it, it could be a.) absolutely nothing, b.) a raven of slightly unusual size skidding down it like a penguin or c.) a six-foot woman with gigantic raven wings on her back rolling down the roof and making remarkably ravenlike cawing sounds.

Utsuho has discovered snow! Again. She probably should be doing something else but she's...pathetically easy to distract sometimes.

Whenever she's knocked down one rooftop's supply of snow, the hell raven lazily flaps off to the next to start the process all over again. It might be your roof next! Or your neighbor's. She's pretty flexible.]

A.[2242 Stevens Road]

[Einhard knew that something was wrong almost as soon as she woke up. The fact that the place that she was a rather small room had been a pretty big clue. So was the fact that she was dressed in frilly pajamas that she had never even seen before, much less worn. But unlike the last time she had woken up in an unfamiliar bed, she didn't remember challenging someone to a fight and getting beaten into unconsciousness.

She didn't spend too much time looking over at the stuff in the room that she was in as she sat up in the bed. The important thing right now was getting changed, preferably into her own clothes. Though it also didn't take her that long to realize that her clothes... weren't there. At the very least, they hadn't been left where she could easily find them.

She got out of the bed, heading over to the nearby closet and opening it, frowning at what she was. There was nothing that she could see that would be remotely comfortable to fight in if it came down to it.

She took out a blue dress and immediately got started on getting changed, not taking that long to get dressed as she started heading out of the room, looking for the way out of wherever she was.

And was immediately blindsided by seeing a photo of herself. Along with two other girls. And people who were obviously supposed to be her parents. That didn't look anything like her.

Though that wasn't the biggest, most distrubing part.

She was smiling. Not a small smile, big wide toothy-grin smile. The types of smiles that she had seen on Vivio's face a few times.]

What... what's going on here?

B. [Mayfield Public Library]

[Einhard was not in a good mood. Now that she knew that 1.) She was stuck where she had woken up as that was her "home" and 2.) had no magic, she was not in a good mood.

So she had decided to take a walk, making sure that she knew exactly how many turns she had taken to get from "home" to wherever she ended up.

Which was when she ended up standing in front of the library. She let out a sigh, not doing much at all before deciding to go ahead and walk inside it. She might as well see what type of information about this place she could get.]

[Action; 311 Miller; locked to housemates]

[Things have been busy in Mayfield since Christmas, and unfortunately Dad and Mom hadn't gotten around to opening their presents until today.  They've also been a little apprehensive, since they'd both heard that sometimes the town gives back bad things.  But today is certainly a joyous occasion and a cause for celebration, because in addition to Dad's MANGRIT and Mom's pink scarf that took thirteen years to get back to her, the entire house is now full of paintings of wizards and various harlequin-themed decorations.]

Well, well!  Isn't this a surprise!

[Action; outside 311 Miller]

[But that's not all, oh no.  Out on the front lawn stands the magnificent capstone to this hideously mismatched set of decorations - a twenty foot tall wizard statue made entirely of granite.  Yes, it is the majestic and noble visage of Zazzerpan the Learned, towering over the house for all to gaze upon in awe and admiration.  And Dad and Mom can be found outside doing just that - Dad smoking his pipe and nodding appreciatively while Mom sips at her fifth martini of the day with a somewhat wry grin on her face.]

[Phone; Dad to John]

Son, if you've got some time, why don't you come over for a visit?  I've got a surprise here for you!

[This clearly shouldn't worry you at all, John.  Especially not coming from your dear old dad, right?]

[Phone; Mom to the town; filtered from drones]

I am interested in acquiring the services of an artisan to craft a large statue.  If any are interested, generous compensation will be provided.

((OOC: Anyone who tags the second prompt will be tagged by either Dad, Mom, or possibly both.  No post order necessary, but feel free to specify if you want one in your comment.))