[ To say that the last little kink in Mayfield's existence was disturbing and frustrating for Shana is to be understating it. So, in lieu of any more useful release activity, like hunting Rinne or Crimson denizens, Shana is trying to eat herself rotund. (Given her contract with Alastor being in full effect, this is rather unlikely, but she'll give it a good go regardless.)

As such, Shana is eating in multiple places throughout town. ]

First Location: The Park [ Shana is eating melon bread on a bench, several discarded wrappers sitting beside her, and rather less cute eating noises can be heard as she busily digs in. ]


Second Location: The School [ Shana is eating the tasteless lunch provided by the drone lunchladies with rather ferocious gusto, and woe to anyone who dares steal her food. ]


Third Location: Home [ Shana is continuing the quasi-compulsive eating at the dinner table, taking huge portions even of Wilhemina's less-than-stellar (And less than edible cooking without complaint]

Phonecall, filtered from drones and the town authorities, as well as the smiths.

Mou! Did we learn anything at all this time? I mean... we know now their system is imperfect, but we still don't know what powers the mechanism of resurrection anymore, unless someone saw them fix it. Did anyone manage that?

[action, 1665 Nelson St.]

[today, the still-hare-ified-Foster went to the mailbox and got another two things: an envelope with a key to another room that has magically appeared in the house, and a mysterious package. She gets the key first and goes to find which room it unlocks. Housemates can find her staring into a beautiful bedroom. Her jaw drops and then she calls out]

Hoo hoo!! Oh Waaaaaally, you won't have to sleep on the couch anymore! I'm moving in here!! Whee hee!!

[and then she SPEEDILY BUNNYHOPS to immediately get her stuff out of the master bedroom, her cackling continuing to echo throughout the house as she SPEEDILY BUNNYHOPS back out with a big box that she has packed up frighteningly fast. When she gets there, one of the sympathy friends is already sitting in the egg chair. Looks like some of them will be moving out of the garage too.]

[later;]

[In her hustle to move into the fancy new bedroom, she forgot all about the other package. It's on her new bed, though, so she eventually rolls over to open it. Looking inside, her big eyes sparkle and gleam, and she giggles and coos for a moment over her new gift, before realizing

SOMETHING IS VERY WRONG.

Now she's screaming again until she gets to the phone.]

[Phone]

SOMEONE HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT WITH ME!! I got DVDs back but I don't have anything to play them on and IT'S ROD TANGO and this is very important because I never realized just how much I missed his nice tan and amazing studly abs until just now, when Mayfield decided to torture me with them and THIS WILL NOT STAND.

...And I'll let you play in my super cool arcade if you can do it for me!

[you can almost hear her batting her eyes from the other side of the line. She has five shitty movies to choose from guys, start dialing.]

Action A:951 Beulah Street; open to all

(Anyone passing by this particular house may notice this young neko speaking with an obviously droned yellow fox. This fox was her master back home, and after the madness of the broken revival machine, Chen began to feel guilty about not being able to protect her loved ones. Here, she seems to be having idle conversation with the fox, a very thin stack of papers with childish drawings between the two.)

Look, Ran-sama! This one has me and you and Yukari-sama back home! We're drinking tea and celebrating our togetherness...oh, and this one is from when we helped Reimu end the imperishable night and we all celebrated at her shrine! Do you remember that, Ran-sama...?

(The fox seemed very much not interested in the drawings and was simply looking at the young girl before her. It was taking Chen a lot of effort to not cry outside, but she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.)

Action B: Anywhere in Mayfield

(There were many thoughts going through Chen's mind, many more than she was used to. They all managed to trail back to her questioning her worth as a guardian and a friend; in her hand, she holds a little stack of cards, each one detailing her lower-level spells. Figures the town would give her some of her power back after the time everyone was allowed to break things finished. She wasn't too sure what she should be feeling, but whatever it was, she definitely wasn't happy. Regardless of which part of Mayfield you meet her in, Chen will be slowly floating around the area, her head drooping down as she draws a spellcard and wreaks havoc upon wherever she is, unleashing waves of non-lethal bullet patterns on whatever got in the way.

She'll be going through her spells until she is either droned or she runs out of energy.)

(OOC: A is for sad Chen and B is for angry Chen. For the Touhou characters, her spells are nothing beyond normal difficulty.)

[He had already figured out that he had been in this town before, despite his best efforts to pretend things never happened. After fruitless wanderings throughout the town for days, without food and water... he found himself waking up in that familiar bed. He winced upon realizing something had to have happened. He felt his face, and was startled to feel his own skin once again. ... When his eyes opened, he could see clearly. However, he was still left with that horrible feeling of phantom pains... and as fingers felt where the mask was once stitched, he could feel phantom pains along the seal... and he didn't like it.

So he got up, got dressed in his everyday outfit from home and travelled downstairs. As he made his way outside, he was met with a familiar box. He flinched as he saw it and quickly glanced around. Hol soon realized was able to summon an all too familiar Stand and looking over at the driveway, was a familiar looking motorcycle. His heart sank.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he picked up the small parcel addressed to him and peered inside. To his surprise, it was a pack of his favorite cigarettes from home. Partially pleased and partially disappointed, he went back inside to make a small phone call...]

[Phone]

... Guess I'm back? Hn...

Phone;

I'm sorry if I'm bothering anyone...and I know we all just went through a lot, but I was wondering if any of you would like to do some baking or just go shopping or something...I'm going to start my Valentine's day chocolate today as well, if anyone wants to make their own with me.

A. Action; Around the shops

[Koharu gave herself the day off from school. Her scales had disappeared, she didn't feel like she going nuts and...well it had been a year. Today was a year here.

And she didn't really want to spend it in school thinking about it over and over. So she's wandering Mayfield's shop, almost at random, but her arms are collecting bags slowly but surely. The bakery, the pet shop, the record store, florist, grocery store. Everything will be wandered around, simply to waste a little time]

B. Action; Home 5720 Cunningham Lane

[She has chocolate on her hands and her apron but her first batch of ganache is cooling and she licks a bit off her fingertip]

Mn the next batch needs more sugar...This is a bit bitter for most I think...

A. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, morning]

[Yesterday morning Crowley had woken up with his skin intact and fresh, the scent of dead flesh erased. He was still missing the body parts (fingers, ear, nose, toes) that had fallen off due to Mrs. Johnson's experiment,bet he felt much better. Almost good enough to be around people again.

So he came home that night for the first time since he'd been poisoned and slept in bed next to his "wife". It was warm and wonderful and soft. He wakes up feeling mighty refreshed, stretches, and gets up. As he goes to the loo, he idly scratches himself. It slowly dawns on him that he's scratching with fingers. He looks at his hands and grins then looks at himself in the mirror. He is whole and complete and not gross anymore.

Crowley takes a long, hot shower and then dresses in his snakeskin shoes and a black suit with red pinstripes, red shirt, and a black silk tie. Of course all of those things had been something different before he got his power to change one thing into another thing for Christmas.

In a good mood, Crowley decides he is going to drop in on Aziraphale and have the angel make his morning tea for him. But as he opens the front door, he notices a rather large box on the porch with his name on it. A regain.

Well, no time like the present. Maybe it would be something useful again. He slices through the tape with his keys and opens the box to find it... Empty?

Suddenly he feels his wings burst out of his back, tearing through fabric in an effort to escape. Crowley blessed loudly, his mood souring in an instant.]

My bloody suit!


B. [Action: 852 Goldberg Street, late morning]

[Crowley had hopped on the phone and demanded that both Aziraphale and Giles come over right away. He told both of them to just come in, the door would be open and they don't need to knock. They find him pacing in the living room, perfectly groomed white feathery wings on his back. There is also a small pile of feathers on the coffee table, all a little too old, bent, or otherwise imperfect. He's aware his statement makes more sense to Aziraphale than to Giles, but he still makes it before bothering to look to see which one has come in first.]

They won't retract.


C. [Action: About Town, early evening]

[Crowley has the day off, luckily. So he has some shopping to do for a planned dinner and it's (at the moment) too awkward to get in his car with his ruddy wings so he's walking to the store.]

Phone
What the fuck?! I go through all that bullshit and this is what they send me?

[you can hear something faint in the background]
chuck chuck chuck chuck

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Action
[Panty is walking down the streets of Mayfield, arms crossed, looking rather pissed. A strange little green dog is following her.]



[she turns around and yells at it.]

OI, go fucking bother someone else you little piece of shit. FUCK!

[ Home - Midday ]

[After hovering uncomfortably close to death for much of the past week, confined to bed in misery, Integra awoke feeling warm and alert. Her skin has lost its ashen appearance, warm tan once more and bearing no signs of the surgery she'd been put through. She stumbles over the hound on the way to the bathroom, lifting her shirt (Giles's, actually) to the mirror once there to stare at herself. Integra does a turn. Not a mark.

Flooded with relief, she's spent her morning making the most of it, showering and putting things to right throughout the house with ruthless efficiency. It's only until close to lunch that she emerges to check the mail, comfortably dressed in a coat, black cigarette pants and a fitted indigo jumper, acquiescing to the town's wardrobe options since everything else is in the wash.

The black, 2000 Mercedes sedan parked in the drive affords her a head turn.]

Yes! [She throws her fist into the air, triumphant. Today is going better than expected.]

[ Mayfield - On the road - Afternoon ]

[Integra's left for a drive now that she has the car. Baskerville sits in the passenger seat to her left, all eight eyes squinting against the wind and his pink tongue lolling out of his wide mouth. She's all for following traffic laws, at least until she's near the end of town at the entrance to the highway. After that the road is hers for the taking.]

Action - Home

[It appeared the postman had brought him something that morning when he went out to get the mail. Bringing it into the house, he unwrapped it to find a curious board that had little parts lit up on it.

Picking it up, Thrall almost dropped it when it burst into golden light, swirling around him. Instantly he felt something settle back into his body, like a calming power, yet turbulent.

When he opened his eyes, lightning crackled from the two orbs that were alight with the power of the storm.]

My power... the elements, I can feel them once again! Truly this is a gift to have this part of myself back.

[Reverently, he set the box down, the plaque having vanished into thin air after doing its job.]


Action - anywhere

[Thrall could feel it more keenly now as he took his walk after work. The crisp air flowing through the trees, the smell of nature, it was like taking his first steps into the world of shamanism once more.

Moving deeper into a secluded area, he set up a target. Content that no one would get hurt if he tried out his abilities, he took aim. The storm grew around him, and lightning crackled as thunder split the air for a brief moment. And then, he thrust his hand out as a bolt arched from his hand, and split the rock in half. Another blast struck the rock, and then jumped to a fallen tree and another. And a third was blasted off its perch from a gust of wind.]

Excellent. No further testing is required I see.

[ Action: 7134 Brooks Lane ]

[ With things mostly normal now, Ambrosia is glad to not be hearing those damned sirens in her head anymore. That being said, she decides to wake up early to check if there's anything waiting for her in the mail, since she's heard stories of people receiving personal effects from home. And lo and behold, there is a sizable box waiting for her.

Instead of waiting for her housemates to wake up, she begins to open the box and first sees a longcoat and instantly wraps it around herself, along with a white blouse and a pair of black pants with her boots. Then what she uncovers next are two of her trusty sabers. At least Mayfield is nice in these regards.

However, what's in the box puzzles her. She takes out what appears to be a ship in a bottle. ]

...what in th' blazes is this? It looks jus' like th' Mary.

[ Yet, even though the ship is in a bottle, what's outside is the actual Bloody Mary in all her pride. Although, it is parked right on top of the car with the anchor in the garage. Have fun with that, guys.

However, it seems like that's not the end of the stuff in the box since there's something else inside of it. ]

...eh? What's this--?

[ She gets quiet all of a sudden and notices that there's a small wooden heart. Her small wooden heart that's usually in her hair. ]

So, ye are here after all, huh?

[ A smile creeps up a bit to her face as she takes it into her hand gently, as if it'd break at the slightest touch. All the treasure in the world couldn't compare to this wooden heart. ]

[ Action: Later On ]

[ Now that Ambrosia has noticed her pink elephant in Mayfield, she's deciding to work on cleaning the ship. And this is one of the many times she misses her crew because she can usually holler at them to work on everything while she stands at the wheel.

But, you know what? She's done it before and she can do it again if need be. So, while she's in her pirate regalia and cleaning the ship, she's singing an old pirate song. ]

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle 'n loot!
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!
We kidnap 'n ravage 'n don't give a hoot!
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!

[ Action: John Doe Park ]

[ Well, since she has her sabers back, Ambrosia's deciding to do some well-needed practice in the park with them since she feels like her ability to dual wield is severely lacking. She can be found practicing on one of the trees and making small cuts in it, though she's definitely willing to have a sparring partner to help her out. ]

[Action; Cosplay Cafe]

[Yuna's been laying a little low lately, what with having been part of the group that blew up the revival machine and all.  But today she's got a shiny new regain back in the mail and is finally starting to feel good about herself again, so she can be found at the cosplay cafe showing off her kimono from home (second from the right in the top panel).  It's a classy looking royal blue number, accented with white flowers along the bottom and an orange obi.  She's also got her hair tied up, and is wearing a few daisies in it to match the floral print on the kimono.]

Irasshaimase~!  Welcome!  What can I get you today?

[It's a little early in the season for kimonos, but hey, no reason she can't bounce around and act cute anyway.  After all, that's basically what cosplay cafes are for.  She'll be laying it on extra thick today, winking and bowing and feeding little pieces of cake to all of her lucky male customers.  And if your name happens to be Negi Springfield, you might even get a little special service.  Obvious perverts or people who are just plain unclassy about their staring will end up with cake or tea in their laps, depending on how much they piss her off.]

[Action: outside 727 Anderson]

[Wes steps out of the house on his way to his oh so thrilling job. He stops and staresn at the airspeeder sitting in the driveway]

Is that? Oh that is!

[Action: All over Mayfield]

[Wes isn't flying anywhere in particular. He's just flying. Because he can. He'll stop for those he knows... to show off his new toy. Okay, and for any total stranger who flags him down]

[Action: 2237 Stevens]

[He does, eventually, turn serious. In the end, flying has always helped him clear his head. And when that happened, he knew where he had to go. Knocking on Gavriel's door.]

( Action; 456 Stone, yesterday )


[Phone]

Hey! Is everybody okay now? I mean, I figure you are, and it's not like I give a damn about every single one of ya, but... just checkin'.

Also, I wanna thank everyone who ran into me when I wasn't feelin' so good, alright? Since, y'know, I couldn't do it then. I know I got off kinda easy, but to hell with that - I had a free pass to bust shit up, no catch involved, and I was too fuckin' mopey to take it! The guy's called Will, right? Will, ya better give me another chance now that I'm actually thinkin' straight.

Anyway, I'm openin' a store and I guess I could use some associates. Who's with me?


[Action; at the Park]

[Clover sits on a bench, apparently relaxing. Every so often, she follows the local wildlife with her gaze and mutters:] ... Man, this sucks.

[Action - Outside 505 Ricardo]

[Hakuno has bounced back from her illness surprisingly quickly. Her throat is still a little sore from all the coughing, and there are a few dull purple blotches on her cheek and neck that haven't completely faded, but other than that, she's fine!

So after gathering what she hoped would be the right amount of money for a fancy belated birthday present (ah, the joys of having a friend for... a parent...), she made her way out of the house. Out of habit she stopped by the mailbox, and after checking it, noticed a thin letter addressed to her! She opened it, and read the two words written on the paper inside.]

Magic circuits...? Wha- [And then it hits her. Pain, like being struck by lightning, shoots through her from the top of her head straight to the tips of her toes; she yelps, dropping the letter. It's immediately followed by a light tingle at her fingertips; the familiar feeling of magic flowing through her body, ready to be unleashed.

It all subsides as quickly as it came, and a wide smile crosses her face. With her ability as a magus back, there's no way she's going to just sit by and let things happen. Not like last time.]

[Action - Main Street]

[Hakuno is walking down the street, passing many of the shops and restaurants. Her eyes are darting from one shop to the next, this side of the street to the other, looking for the right one. She's mumbling to herself as she does so.]

There has to be a store around here somewhere... that boy said he bought some for Christmas, didn't he...

[Action - 310 Miller Street]

[Knock knock knock! There's someone at the door! After returning from shopping, Hakuno hurriedly wrapped the present she found and headed out to the address Rin had given her.]