[Action, all around Mayfield]

[With such a high population of flying people, surely another shadow added to the mix wouldn't be terribly amiss.

Or at least that was the idea. Iskierka stopped thinking within a few blocks.

The dragon's flight pattern was particularly wobbly almost as soon as she took off, until the dragon finally lands somewhere, anywhere there was some open ground. The pony-sized dragon skips like a stone a few times before sticking in place, as if ill.

...though she does look like she's about to have a fit of sick all over the nearest surface. Her back is arched like a cat and her body all puffed up like there was some bizarre bubble stuck inside her torso, making her long spines stand out at sharp attention. So maybe she was a bit under the weather.

Then her jaws part and, instead of vomit, an abrupt plume of fire a solid fifteen feet jets out of her throat and melts the snow directly in front of her. The burst is short-lived, only a handful of seconds, but the bubble of distress is gone completely. Her spikes seem to come to life, venting jets of heavy white steam from whatever mechanism powered this particular dragon's pyrogenesis.]

Oh, yes. That is much better.

[Apologies about your lawn.]

[624 Topper: Household/Anyone passing by]

[Greed eyes the package carefully, wondering just what could be in it. Unlike some people, he hadn't been disappointed by his regains yet. Sure, he could do without the ouroboros, but he'd like. He shakes the box and grins.]

[He tears it open and frowns at the number of red stones inside. Of course Mayfield had to do this the hard way.]

[One can find him sitting on the porch digging through the stone, picking each one up and eying it carefully before setting it down next to him. He's not sure exactly how this is going to work. Are they each a little piece of his stone, or is one specific one his stone and the rest are just to screw with him?]

[At one point or another he'll chuckle to himself when he does find the proper stone. It seems to sink into his skin, and for a moment, he's lost in the chaos that comes with the Philosopher's Stone. He might not respond to anything for a few moments.]

[John Doe Park]

[Are you one of the many people training with a weapon out in the park? If so, he's headed your way for a test run.]

Wanna see a trick?

[Olney's Tavern]

[Greed seems to be in a very good mood tonight, and if you ask why, maybe he'll pour you a free drink and give you a show.]

A) [Action | Outside 950 Beulah Street]

[The Captain finds a large manila envelope addressed to him. Opening it up, wondering if he has to try to do taxes again this year.

What he finds are newspaper clippings. With pictures! They are of stuff he did back home! Of course, he can't read the articles, but the pictures look cool.]


B) [Action | The Pharmacy]

[He puts the articles up in the employee break room. Wanting to post them up at his job. The pictures are usually of him thwarting some thug or thief. The articles tend to be things like:
( Cut for length )


C) [Action | Anywhere]

[The Captain is in a good mood. He's spending his off time doing super hero things.

In Mayfield, that means flying around and helping people. Even if it is something small, so long as someone looks like they need help, he'll be there.

Maybe your car broke down? Your cat is stuck in a tree? You tripped and fell? Why is it raining? It's sunny out, why didn't you bring sunglasses? Put your shirt on inside out?

Or maybe you have a real need for help?

No matter the cause. The Captain will be there.]


D) [Action | Anywhere]

[Does The Captain know you? Are you out side and easy to spot?

If he does and if you are, he's going to show off his newspaper clippings. If he doesn't like you, it might be just to brag. If he does like you, he is just trying to prove he was a hero back home.

Too bad none of the articles are of things he actually did right.]
(See the two examples above, under the cut, for ideas of what they might be about.)

[phone: morning]

I...um. I'm not sure what to say. I'm just...confused. About everything. I mean...why are we here? And where do our powers go, when we're used like this? I'd....I'd like to know that. I mean, I don't know about the rest of you? But I can't...use my powers anymore.

[He pauses, realizing something.]

But ah, let me apologize! I'm Hanatarou Yamada. I hope we get along well in the days ahead.

[Action: high school]

[If you see Hanatarou in the halls, the eating areas, the classrooms, outside, the gym...prepare to see a little confused face bordering on panic. If a drone teacher calls on him, there will be a lot of stammering-but in biology at least, he get's his answers pretty spot on. Well. Most of the questions anyway.]

((ooc: Everyone who plans on interacting with Luke, please go ahead and fill out the form at this permissions post. Luke has part of his Force senses back and will be regaining the other part soon. It would really help me out knowing what he is and isn't allowed to do to/with your character. Thanks!))

{A: Action - ( Open to housemates )


{B: Action - Open to all}
-- location: All over the neighborhood
-- time: Morning

[Luke's morning run is different today. The Force is with him and he's running faster and farther than he was able to before. He can sense people and things around him, and for a while it's difficult to push away all of the negative emotions from the residents of Mayfield. Things have been difficult lately. Still, there are a few glimmers amongst the gloom.

Whom might a Jedi come across this morning?]

[action 1, park]
[Lucas sits on a bench, looking down at a book he is holding in his hands. The expression on his face seems melancholy. What could have sunk him into such a mood? A family photo album? If you peer over his shoulder, you will see pages and pages filled with pictures of the most bizarre and nonsensical creatures imaginable, each described in such a way as to be somewhat unintelligible. What were Psychic Points? Why are their IQs listed? It evidently means something to Lucas, as he closes the book with some finality and shakes his head. If you approach him, perhaps he may care to explain.

.......A few minutes later, he sits bolt upright.]

Stinkbug? Stinkbug! Where'd you go?

[Oh, no. It had probably been scared by the pictures of the monsters and bolted off somewhere. Lucas rushes from the bench into the trees where he knows the bug would take shelter. The Battle Memory lies forgotten on the bench...]

[action 2, still park]
[There is a large book sitting open on a bench. It seems to be a picture book of some sort as it is open to a large illustration of a strange creature titled The Love Walker. Flipping through its pages will reveal such oddities as the Whatever, the Men's Room Sign, the Cattlesnake, and the Rhinocerocket. Others are more mundane, like the Spineless Lobster. Some are monstrously terrifying, like the Mecha-Drago or the Steel Mechorilla.

There are over 150 entries to choose from...

Touching any one of the pictures will result in a flash of light, a whirring of time and space, and a sensation of being spit out into a psychodelic battlefield complete with background music and the monster of your choice, 1000 times larger than it looked on the page, on the verge of attacking you. Have fun.]

[action 3, park, please have some significant CR with Lucas if chosen]
[For the very, very curious who instinctively flip to the last page, they will find the final enemy. It is a picture of what may be a very familiar boy.

Final Boss: Porky
Level: 67
HP: 6569
PP: 0
Offense: 170
Defense: 182
IQ: 64
Speed: 63

"Believe it or not, this is Porky in the flesh. He is simultaneously an old man and a young boy."

What will happen if you touch the picture...?]

Wait.

[Lucas appears out of nowhere.]

Don't read that.  ...It's not for you to see.

((Thanks to James for the permission!  The monsters can't actually hurt anyone since they are, as the name of the book implies, just memories, there for Lucas and party to practice fighting.))

[ phone ; fail filtered to the ladies of mayfield ]

Uh... hi...

[ someone is sounding a little awkward. ]

So I think I am a woman now, or my flower has bloomed, or some other metaphor for getting my period, but that happened and it's not like I haven't read about periods online but actually getting it is kind of, um-

Can someone... help me?

[ 1338 benny ]

[ Jade has cloistered herself in the bathroom; the cord of the phone stretches beneath the door. Sounds of distress come from within. ]

[Varon tears through his room and grabs all of his shirts from the Polos to the short sleeved casual shirts. His own t-shirt has the sleeves ripped off the moment he discovers it. He knows he's not in Doma Headquarters or at his shared beach house. This place...confuses him.

After throwing all his shirts onto the bed, he starts his hunt for anything sharp to cut off the sleeves. Nothing looks comfortable to him at all despite the weather outside. The moment he looks around the house he stops and stares at the family portrait.]

What. The. Hell?

[He approaches it slowly and at first he thinks it's just another trick the Orichalcos pulls when he is sleeping. He's had dreams like this before but seeing the portrait with his supposed little sister in it, his eyes widen and he tears through the house in panic.]

WHO'S HERE!

[This dream is way too vivid to be a dream. He's feeling what he's feeling and his gut is telling him that something is very wrong.

He throws open the front door to see a quiet suburban neighborhood. He is definitely not at home.]

RAPHEAL! AMELDA! DARTZ IF THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR TRICKS IT'S NOT FUNNY!

[The Australian teen is definitely not in the mood for games.]

Action | 1247 Williams | Morning

[ When Magnus wakes up this morning, he neglects looking in the mirror. If he had, he would've noticed that his eyes are no longer human. They're now cat-like; golden with a slit, vertical pupal. He just rolls out of bed and shuffles into the kitchen to make himself some tea.

He still misses Starbucks and his cat tripping him in the mornings. ]



Phone | Midday

Oh, what a week it has been. I've had better. But I've also had worse.

And just out of curiosity, did anybody run into a guy who was hearing things and talking nonsense about a war a couple days ago?

[950 Beulah Street]

[She's not sure how she left or how she returned. All she knows is that once she wakes up, she knows exactly where she is. The lingering smell of beer, the gaudy colors of the house...it's just as she had remembered.

There's a nagging feeling in her gut that something might be off, but for the time being, she ignores it, choosing instead to get up and wander around the house, checking to make sure everything is in place like she had last seen it.]

[Action | Beulah Street | Early Morning]

[Once she's done looking over the house, she'll come out to glance around the neighborhood, curious to find out if there's some new neighbors.]

[Action | Whichever street she's in (please specify) | Late afternoon]

[By afternoon, Fujino will be walking around in Mayfield, still as curious as ever, and maybe even bumping into someone else by accident. In which case, she'll take a bow and apologize profusely.]

[Phone]

...I feel sort of strange. Did I miss anything?

[ 432 Peepers Street | Morning ]

[Shilo, you're the world to me.

His vision swam in a sea of black and red, his daughter's face a pale moon in the spotlight's gleam. Nothing seemed to hurt anymore, his wounds unimportant and superficial, his crushing guilt abating as the night's opera drew to a close. Marni was calling to him, lifting a lamp in the darkness to light his way home. He closed his eyes...


...and then Nathan Wallace woke up. The early morning sun is bright, cheerfully warm on his face. Someone is beside him, a sensation he hasn't felt in so many years. The woman is unrecognizable, her fair hair in tight pin curls, her sleep as sound as death.

He's not sure precisely how he made it outside, but he's standing on the front stoop in his pajamas blinking in the light, the steps cold on his bare feet. Pushing glasses that aren't his up his nose, Nathan stares at the cookie-cutter houses around him, at the white picket fences and the still, postcard-like quality of the scene. He sags back against the front door, nudging the metal basket of fresh milk beside it with his ankle.

He died. He died, he knows it. Is this the afterlife, some form of Heaven distilled into the shape of 1950's quaint perfection?

Or is it Hell?]


[ Phone ]

[Residents familiar with a certain Watcher might recognize the voice on the other line, though it's absent its customary dulcet accent, Midwestern American replacing Giles' upper-middle class British. Nathan is hurried, anxious.]

Is there anyone out there who knows what's going on? What is Mayfield?

Right now, Kyoya is of the opinion that something is terribly lacking. And that is fighting. He has not had a decent fight for such a long time; not at all since he came here, really. The zombies during halloween were just too weak, as were those insects. And Belphegor, too. That fake prince is boring to fight.

[ Phone: morning - open ]

[ He sounds really irritated, because really, he's itching for a fight. ]
Is there anyone strong in this faked town? And I don't mean the Fake Prince, because I already know that you're weak.

[ Action A: All around Mayfield - , after the phone-call to mid-afternoon ]

[ Kyoya is looking around Mayfield for anyone who look like they would be strong. Do you happen to cross his path? Do you see or don't you see the tonfa that may or may not be in his hands?
Either way, when you meet him, there are two things that he may say. ]

1: You, are you strong?
2: Do you know how to fight?

[ It's not much variation in the question, but it might be differently phrased whether or not you know him already. ]


[ Action B:  All over Mayfield - Late afternoon ]

[ Kyoya may be found in any place that has grass in it in Mayfield. It may as well be your garden, who knows. Kyoya has, though, gotten tired of looking for people to fight, or, if he successfully fought people, is content for the day.
So for the moment, he is looking for a nice and warm patch of grass, that's located in the sun and that's not wet or has any snow on it. Here, you have quite a lot of options on where you might meet him, or what he is doing there. Well, not really, but there are some. 

1: He has just trespassed in your garden, and is in your tree.
2: Or on your lawn napping.
3: Or in the park napping.
4: Or in the park still looking for a placve to sleep.
5: Or anywhere, sleeping.
6: Or anywhere, looking.

Take your pick, and see if he gets annoyed or not. ]

[Phone]

*Kanaya's voice sounds strained and exhausted. But that's usual, these days.* ...in a momentary lapse of its customary cruelty, it seems that this town has seen fit to return to me a Matriorb.

Then... it truly is possible for us to rebuild. If I can actually manage to accomplish my trusted duty this time and protect it instead of succumbing to the swiftly coursing waters of abject failure, our race might be able to rebuild.

This is all kind of monumental, to be honest, and I'm not quite sure how to-- or what I should be doing.

*A pause* I'll think of something.

In the interim, if we are acquainted and you have no desire to become a meal I would like to remind you all to please stay away from my hive. Because I am very famished right now.

[Action; outside 311 Miller; early afternoon]

[A package is delivered to the Egbert household today, dropping onto the step outside the front door with a loud THUD. The box isn't all that large, as boxes go, but the force of the impact seems to have cracked the concrete rather impressively. Dad comes out a few minutes later to check the mail, almost tripping over the box on his way to the mailbox. Despite its apparent ridiculous weight, he lifts the box easily, unwrapping it and taking out a thick tome with a smile.]

Well, well! It's grandpappy Sassacre's old book! This sure brings back some memories...

[Action; outside 311 Miller; late afternoon into early evening]

[After spending a few hours inside brushing up on his japes, Dad's ready to entertain the Mayfield masses with some clever illusions and chemical surprises. He's standing out in front of the 30 foot tall statue of Zazzerpan the Learned with various tools of the trade (mostly borrowed from Mayfield High's chemistry lab) - and, curiously, a mint julep - lined up on a card table. Anyone stopping by will be treated to one of the following three tricks:

1. For this trick, Dad has a small metal bowl set up on the edge of the table with a fire burning inside. He takes his pipe from his mouth, adds a small amount of some unidentified powder, and then covers the opening with clay. Then he puts the pipe into the fire. Within minutes, smoke begins to issue forth from the stem of the pipe, eventually stopping. Once the smoke is gone, Dad flicks open his lighter, applying the flame to the stem of the pipe, causing it to glow brightly for several minutes. If anyone hangs around long enough, once the pipe has cooled off, Dad uncovers the end with the clay and shakes out a small black lump.

2. Taking an egg from a bowl, Dad displays it to the audience. He then does the same with a small-necked glass bottle, the opening clearly too narrow to fit an egg through. After this fact is allowed to fully sink in, he sets the egg atop the opening, pushing lightly on top until it squeezes through the opening and lands at the bottom. Should any member of the audience accuse him of trickery involving hard-boiling, he will proceed to fill the bottle with water and show how the egg is able to retain its original shape and consistency.

3. This trick will be performed as the sun starts to set, because it's more impressive in dim light. Dad shows the audience a pea-sized lump of red material before immersing it in a small amount of strong-smelling clear liquid. After the red lump has dissolved, Dad turns around, makes some motions with his hands, and when he turns back around his face and hands appear to be alight with a mysterious and fiery ethereal glow! He makes the appropriate accompanying 'OooOooOoOOoOOoOoo~' noises and wiggles his fingers around to complete the impression that he has transformed into some sort of ghastly apparition.]

[Phone; evening; intended for drunks and classy gents]

I was wondering if any adults in town would be interested in joining me and the wife for cocktails and a rousing game of snapdragon.  It's all right if you've never played before, it's very easy to learn.

[ Action | 503 Ricardo Street ]

[When Japan first wakes up to realize he's in clothes that are not his, a room he doesn't recognize and surrounded by things he may not have seen prior to now... Well, it'll be quite loud. In fact, first thing, he falls right out of bed (without stopping to even notice if anyone happened to be beside him) with a loud "Uwah!" and scrambles around trying to figure out where he is.

He's not really making much sense at first, stuttering things about opening his borders and America being too demanding and forceful, but feel free to greet him! Or stand there long enough and you'll catch his attention. You can also catch him after he's calmed down a bit! He'll be sitting somewhere and just trying to think it all through.]

[ Phone ]

[It's after the initial shock that he's able to pick up the phone (albeit a bit shakily) and speak. His voice comes across as hesitant and... well. Worried. At the same time there's a certain sort of determination to present himself well. To... whoever would be receiving this. He wasn't quite sure yet.]

H-hello? Ah, surely this must be a mistake of some sort... Is this a city of America-san's? [Westernization wasn't supposed to happen overnight. There's a pause as he tries to work this out in his mind.]

I-I did not agree to this, so if anyone is hearing me, please explain this immediately! Ah... that is... [It seems like he's struggling to come up with a way to fix his wording, so he sort of fumbles. It's a few moments before he properly hangs up.]

[And of course action can be open to anyone who wants to stop by or pass by etc!]

Action: 626 Topper St (Household)
[He's used to nightmares - since P-- since he was accepted into the League, his dreams have been filled with blood and screaming, they show him all the things he could have done better, should have done better, and then they show him how he would have screwed it up anyway.]

[But usually, when he wakes up from these nightmares, he's alone, in his chair, with a headache from the goggles pushing into his forehead. When he wakes up in a bed, he just lays there for a long minute.]

[Right up until he realizes that there's someone beside him. A woman. A...wo--]

Who are you? Where am I?

Phone: later
So tell me what kind of technology we're looking at, here.

( action / 1651 albright lane )


action / bodine fashion;

[You were probably taking a nice walk out and about town, or maybe you were on your merry way for something when you just happened to pass by the local clothing store. Nothing to see here right... Except there probably is, and the sight to see today is one distressed drone worker trying to deal with one very, very angry child.]

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care about any of them at all! The polka-dot one, the striped one, not a single one! You're not even listening to what I'm saying, are you?! [The drone keeps trying to calm her down but (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ NOT TODAY.] God, you're so annoying! Stop trying to act like a cool adult when you can't even listen to the plain words of a kid! The world is in trouble if these are the kinds of people in charge!

[Still sufficiently pissed off, the girl throws the dresses offered to her at the worker and stomps out the store. LIFE IS HARD OKAY.]


phone;

Oho, so this is the situation I've managed to land myself in? Onii-chan would say I've gotten myself into trouble, but it's not like I was looking for it in the first place. Oh well, it's not like solving trouble is anything to new to me.

So worry not, Mayfield! Your lawless lands and problematic lifestyle have gone on long enough--justice itself is now here to help you out! Don't worry, there's no need to thank me, justice will do as justice does. [Wow what kind of girl calls herself justice itself. c_c] A tooth for an eye, a blunt weapon for a tooth... Mmhm, I'll show this town what justice is really like!

Aside from that though, about this... [there's a bit of a lengthy pause until:] Pshaw.

[And with that she hangs up YES SHE QUIT TALKING IN THE MIDDLE OF HER OWN SENTENCE!!]

[Phone]

My, it should seem, friends, I might need to offer my apologies for last week! It seems I might have been a bit more irritable then necessary, and I certainly hope there were no feelings hurt. Surely, surely, you all know just how much you mean to me, and how little I would wish to offend you!

Which brings me to something else! It came to my attention, Sir Hellsing, that Schro might have...ah, caught you in at a compromising time! I wish, of course, to offer my apologies, but boys will be boys, now won't they?

And now! We're approaching quite a wonderful time of the year for the younger of us here! Valentine's Day is just around the corner, isn't it? Which makes me wonder: what is it those of you here love, my friends? And surely, there must be something.

After all, it's only the inhuman, the monstrous, that have nothing they love.

[Action - The Police Station]

[Hey fellow policemen, check out the badass new swivel chair the Major has hauled in with him. At the moment he's hard at work doing paperwork, which is made a bit easier by the small, robotic arm that has popped out of the top of his chair, which hands him some of the sheets he's working on that he happily takes.]

Action A: 1247 Williams Road; locked to housemates

(For those who've been in this particular home for a while, you may have noticed a lavender unicorn droned into acting like a cat. Not only is she now fully conscious and aware of her actions, but she's now walking through the house as though she's seen it all before. She has memories of her previous adventures in Mayfield, but they're fuzzy at the moment. It might take her a moment to remember you, but it could happen! Maybe.)

Action B: Around or inside the library

(Part of her Mayfield memories have started returning and while she remembers the collection at the library being...less than preferable, it's where she's most likely to figure things out. Anyone who wants to help jog her memory or say hi is welcome to do so~)

I - [Peepers Street]

[Imagine waking up in a house full of drones. Imagine it. No other kidnapees to tell you where you are, or why, or anything of the sort. Just a woman who claims to be your mother, when you know you haven't seen your mother in several years; a man that claims to be your father and who greets you warmly with a head-ruffle--when you know your father couldn't care less about your very existence; a boy and a girl who claim to be your siblings...when, undeniably, you have never seen their faces before.

Before she can even spit out the essential question, she's asked what she's doing down this late and not dressed for school. School, she wonders? She went to school in disguise, at Ashford, but...

Is this Area 11? she asks. Area 11? replies the father. Euphemia, were you out partying last night? Be careful around those new kids. They're nothing but trouble.

Then...where are we?

Why, it's our lovely Mayfield, dear. ...do you want some toast or orange juice?

Without another word, Euphie bolts out the front door, still clad in her pajamas. What was going on? Where was 'Mayfield'? What happened to Lelouch? Suzaku? The SAZ? She remembered talking to him, then everything went fuzzy...there was blood, blood on her own hands, a lot of shooting...and then she closed her eyes. And here she was.]

Hello? Hello?! [She becomes desperate. Frantic. Almost to the point of having a panic attack. She calls out to anyone on the street, anyone at all. She runs up and down the snow-coated block in her slippers, occasionally stumbling but never actually falling.] Hello? Someone help me, please!

II - [phone, afternoon]
Um...hello, everyone. [Once everything was explained, including the phone system, she tentatively picks it up.] My...my name is Euphemia.

I...was wondering. If there's anyone here from a place called "Britannia" or "Area 11"...

III - [Mayfield High - next day]
[HI EVERYONE, there's a girl with ridicu-long pink hair fumbling with her locker. She tries once, twice, to open it, to no avail. She ends up dropping her books on the floor, only to get laughed at by a squadron of girl drones. Loser. Nerd. Clutz. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't bother Euphie in the least. She'd just tell them off and walk away. But the shock of being in a new environment, learning she was alive...let's just say it's making her shaky. Halp?]

((OOC: this is all backdated to Thursday, FYI))

[Around town]

[With Valentines day fast approaching, 10032 has become concerned with what to do, and how to do it right considering the object of her affections is rather.. oblivious, she has to do it right.

And that means making chocolates herself. None of this store-bought stuff will do! And its frustrating, because for one, she doesn't know how to make chocolate. And she doesn't know what exactly to use to make it either, which is why she's sort of wandering around town, like looking at sappy v-day cards and the chocolates with them as if suddenly she'll have an epiphany and know how.

Eventually, she'll give up, and start questioning anyone she can see.]

'How do you make chocolate?' Misaka questions insistently considering the importance of the day coming up.

[ action ☆ 1333 Benny Road ☆ backdated ]
[ Almost a week ago, Madoka woke in her bed from a nightmare. She'd been killed, but it took replaying the horrible memory over and over in her mind for the fact to sink in. She'd died. Being revived couldn't erase that fact, no matter how much Madoka internally begged her memories to stop playing over and over.

But she pulled herself out of bed
and started the mechanical routine for school, as if nothing was wrong. She'll have kept this up all week, only taking the time to cry when she feels she's alone. ( If you want to backtag an instance of this, just make an action reply! )  ]

[ phone ☆ ]
Um, excuse me for bothering!  I'm glad that everything seems to be okay now, I really am. But... but, even though it's been a while, something has been.... been bothering me, I... It's about something that... that happened, I um... [ Madoka hesitates. She wants to talk to someone about how scared she was, and sort of still is, in regards to being killed. But as the words start writing themselves out in her head she realizes it... She's being so selfish. Her first thought is of Mami and Madoka immediately starts tearing up. ] I um... I wanted to... I'm just not sure how to feel, I...

[ Mami has died. Her friends have probably suffered. For her to be freaking out over this is selfish, right? When they've all bee so strong... But does treating it that way mean she thinks Mami would be silly to cry?
Madoka lowers the phone, her voice getting softer. ]

That's, I...

[ She goes quiet... then speaks up, her voice shaking despite all attempts to sound tough. ] I just wanted to check up on everyone! Even if things are fixed, I want to be extra careful from now on... I was wondering if someone could teach me a bit more first aid? The things I learned as a Nurse's Assistant at school really aren't any good in such situations... Oh and um! With Valentines Day coming up...  Has anyone made plans yet? For what to do? I'd like to try doing something instead of just watching, for once, um... Please, call me back if you have time!

[Action | 728 Anderson]

[And...pop! There's Yamame, all nice and resurrected in her bed after being dead for so long. Her eyes snap open, and she looks around the familiar room frantically. Even her plush is there, gripped tightly in her arm.

She scurries to a sitting position in her bed, hands feeling her body in various places to make sure she wasn't actually a transparent ghost or something. She just sits up in her bed, staring in disbelief around the room. She's not back home...but she's back in her Mayfield home. She was sure she'd never come back. She had prepared for it and accepted her own death...so being suddenly resurrected again came as a bit of a shock.

Oh Gods...everyone she knew must have been so sad. She wonders briefly if everyone will be angry with her for making such a big deal out of it even though she came back, before finally snapping to attention and flinging herself out of her bed.

She doesn't even bother changing out of her little nightgown, running downstairs in a frenzy and looking around when she hits the bottom.]

Kaa-san! Papa! ....! [She stops short...not really knowing what to say at that point. OH GODS PARSEE-NEE.]

[Phone | Unfiltered]

Um...Yamame isn't dead anymore? I'm sorry I made it such a big deal...

P-Parsee-nee? Please don't be angry with me.

[Action | All around town]

[Instead of waiting too long for responses on the phone, she's burst outside...still in her damn nightgown. She's going to just run all over the place, physically looking for anyone she might need to apologize to. She's happy to be alive again, though. If you have CR with Yamame, you'll be getting a big hug.

Hell, if you cross her path and DON'T know Yamame you might end up getting a big hug anyway. SHE'S ALIVE!]