Phone
Good day, Mayfield.

[Bernkastel's voice is as calm as it usually is, as if she either hadn't noticed the chaos erupting in town or simply didn't care about it. Well, it's certainly not that she hasn't noticed.]

Once again you wail and writhe under the weight of another mini game. You're incredibly predictable, in your way. You will suffer and you will recover and you will suffer again, in small ways or large ones. Any mindless animal could see this pattern. Any child observing you could see you dislike it. Why, then, do you do nothing?

You will tell me that you are too preoccupied now, dealing with this obstacle thrown in your path. Let's accept that for now, shall we? When this mini game is complete, its scores tallied, you will recover from it. You will have birthday parties. You will throw dances at the school. You will recover until the town begins to tear the flesh from your bones once again. So often your plans to fight fall to pieces.

But it's only to be expected; most creatures are incredibly selfish. Under stress, you run for your shelters and your friends. Everyone else doesn't matter. As long as you don't care about them, their screams of pain while they're ground to pieces can be ignored. And there are always some people you care about more than others, right? Continue putting pressure on someone, and you will see their loyalties as easily as you can see the blood of those who didn't make the cut, so to speak.

You cannot mount any sort of unified defense against this game because there is not enough common ground. I have seen those with more fall apart for less reason, so don't worry too much about it, okay? My suggestion would be to stop fighting when, without some sort of miracle, you will fail to support each other in any meaningful way, but you wouldn't take that sort of advice anyway, will you? That's fine. If you accepted the hopelessness of your situation, I might just die of boredom.

Maybe your next plan to fight back will succeed?

[ Phone - No filter. ]

Guys. I have a couple of questions. One, what do you do when your arm smells really bad? [ Do you think she has a brain to mouth filter? ] Two, how do you prevent your drone parents from kissing? It's so gross!

[ Action A - Bunker 766 Street. ]

[ Did a drone version of Rudolf Ushiromiya really just fly out the window? Yep. He sure did. Nena appears by the window, glaring and yelling down at the newly droned. ]

And stay out!

[ The drone just picks himself up and walks back into her home again, only to be punched out the wall in the living room which leaves a hole in the wall that's shaped exactly like him. ]

I said stay out! [ She's serious about this. Maybe you want to tell her to stop yelling? Or at least prevent the drone from going back inside again? ]

[ Action B - Your Street! ]

[ For some reason, there seems to be an awfully long wake of destruction down the side walk of your street. Street lights are toppled over, fire hydrants have exploded with gushing water everywhere, there's impact craters on the sidewalk, and, your mail box seems to have been personally smashed open. Continue to follow this path of your mysteriously destroyed street and you'll find Nena.

Unlike her normal brand of malice, this seems entirely accidental. Or maybe she lost it. You'll find her doing, what looks like, wrestling with an invisible squid. But, upon a closer inspection, it's really just her being forcibly misguided by her arm, which has rotting flesh just above her new metal replacement! Fantabulous! ]

Whoa!

[ Action C - General Store -> Anywhere! ]

[ There is a girl that's carrying ten bags of sugar with one arm. Why is she carrying all of that sugar with one arm?! Did she even pay for this?! ]

[At the hospital]

[There is a guy covered in blood waking up outside of the hospital.]

[There are dried trails down from his eyes, his ears, and his mouth, along with a shallow cut along his neck, freshly bleeding once again. He holds himself anxiously, shoulders up to his ears and feet practically tapping out a twitchy rhythm. The state of his own body seems to confuse him, because he keeps glancing down at his bloody hands with a puzzled frown.]

[Eventually, he can be found crouched down near a large snow pile, using the snow to wipe and wash away the blood on his hands and face. The hospital? He's only glanced at it once with a distasteful curl of his lips.]

[Around town]

[Hopefully you aren't peeking into any alleys, or trying to use them as shortcuts. The Psiioniic can't stop pacing, brow furrowed and bloodstains still on his shirt. In his hands is a short, jagged piece of metal- a shank, yes. His footsteps can be heard, sharply click-clacking on the ground.]




[[ooc: After being killed by a Notsovast Glub courtesy of his friend Signless, the Psiioniic has finally come back to life. However, this has left him with a rather nasty case of amnesia that's taken out his few memories of Mayfield and even a bit before. Needless to say, he'll have a lot of questions. And yes, he still looks human.]

A;   Action:    January 31st;   John Doe Park;   afternoon

[  It looks as if he is fighting imaginary enemies, but his eyes might be a bit too serious for just practice. He does, however, use this situation for a bit of practice, even if he does tire on it all. How long was these shadows going to attack him. This was almost like sparring with Rui on one of her bad days, or when she was embarrassed and suddenly attacked. But yes, this was getting tiresome. Because while he has found a spot in the park that has very few shadows, his own is still enough for him to be irritated, even though he usually is pretty blank-faced.  ]


B;   Action:    January 31st;   7138 Brooks Lane;    evening

[  It must be the first time since the first day that Yukihina let his so called 'wife' make food. He wasn't pleased to eat food someone else made (although there were exceptions, of course. Rui and Kouji, for example.) But he didn't trust this woman. He was a bit busy, however, with fighting with both his own and the other residents' of 'his' house shadows. ]

 [phone]

( Leadup - WARNING FOR THOSE SENSITIVE TO EYE INJURY IN BOTH CUT TEXT AND BELOW )

[phone]
[He laughs.  He laughs and he laughs and he sobs and he rocks in place until...
He feels it.
He takes it.
He holds it in his hands.
And he knows what they were waiting for.  He knows what he was waiting for.  Grimsley laughs again, a soft, weak, resigned sound.]

This... This is what you wanted all along...  Helpless...  No.  No, this isn't helpless.  I've never been better able to help myself than I can now........

I'm sorry, Feferi.

[It is a letter opener.

The next sound that rings throughout the phone lines is a bloodcurdling scream of pain.  ...Two bloodcurdling screams of pain.]

Done.  It's done.  They're gone....................

[action, 5722 Cunningham Lane]
[He has passed out from the pain.
It is likely he is in need of medical assistance, but he lies content on the floor with a smile on his face, even as two red pools of blood slowly form around his head.]

[action, hospital]
[Approximately 6 hours after this call, Grimsley can be found occupying a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around his eyes, a cast on his foot, and small bandaging around his hand.
Otherwise, he seems extraordinarily cheerful as he quietly takes his dinner.]