1447 Mitchell Road
[Hilda has left small packages of chocolates for Canada and Holland on the table for them before she left for school. Canada's is held by a polar bear stuffed animal and Holland's has a rabbit stuffed animal.]

Neutron Diner
[Hilda is decidedly more flirty as she skates around today, winking at anyone over about sixteen or so and lingering at the cars she serves. Cinccino is running around after her, looking rather confused by Hilda's behavior but not really able to do anything about it.]

Hey, do you need anything else?

[That's said in the flirtiest way possible.]

Morning - Goldberg Street

[Good morning, happy citizens of Mayfield. As you're going about your business, you might notice the daughter of that lovely couple of 845 sitting on the front step outside, doubled over, clutching her stomach, and making some truly alarming noises as she tries to force herself to vomit back up what she just drank out of a milk bottle.

Even if you don't notice that, of course, you might overhear Isara's panic attack coming and passing at speed outside your window as she races - late for the second time - to school.]

Afternoon - School
[Isara still looks quite peaky throughout the day - slow to move between classes, head down at her desk, occasionally displaying remarkably feats of clumsiness as she trips and falls in the hallway, losing some book or another.

Assistance would be appreciated. Harrasment is expected.]

Evening - Neutron Diner
[Isara has claimed an entire table to herself, here, with the help of one milkshake that she hasn't touched in ten minutes.

An open sewing kit sits on the table, along with a very large roll of beige fabric. A slightly smaller roll of pink sits on top of it. And Isara is sewing, neat, tidy, precise little stitches on a length of the beige. The edging on her new shawl is about halfway completed. Embroidering the designs will come next. And then, and then she can start focusing on more important matters. Construction. Plots. Escape.

But if she can't be Isara the corporal, at the least she can be Isara the Darcsen.

It costs homework time, but Isara will be busily at work here until the diner closes.]

A: 773 Bunker [Action to Household and anyone that sees.]

[Varon got up early to make himself breakfast. He took the advice he received from Olivier and a few other veteran residents. At least he views more than one answer of the same value as the truth and purchased milk from the store. He's been craving it immensely since the milkweed was given to him that broke the daisy's hold on him.

His actions in the kitchen were not only for himself but for his little sister Yui if she decides to come to breakfast. At the very least, it was something for him to do as he thinks about what he's going to say to Fujino when he sees her. Everything just felt weird. He made scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. It was a simple breakfast and he skipped the danishes.

After he finished, he cleaned up his mess and made the plates, setting them on the table. He started his meal in silence. He did his reading assignment as he ate, slowly turning a page and taking mental notes. It wouldn't take him long to write out his essay for history. History comes easy to him.

Once he finishes off his plate, he closes his book and cleans up his plate. Today was soccer practice and he needed to have his head clear.]

B: Mayfield High Morning [Open to anyone]

[His bag is clutched tight in his hand. He didn't want to make a scene so he arrived to school early. He took out his soccer ball and began juggling it with his knees on the yard. Every once in a while, he would kick it against the brick wall off to the side, taking careful aim not to hit the windows.

Once the ball came back, he kicked it up again to resume his juggling exercises with his hands in his jacket pocket. Eventually, a crowd did gather to watch him but he paid them no mind as he continues.]

C: Soccer Practice [Open to anyone.]

[Varon has been chosen captain and had his team work on wind sprints along with him. Being one of the fastest on the team meant a lot of pressure is put on him to keep the team going. He sometimes would have to carry the team if one decides to drop, which does happen when one of his teammates misses the ball.

He swooped in and took the ball from the opposing team that threatened a move and kicks it out from the other in a sweeping slide, pushing the ball out of the way to another teammate. He rolls out of the way in order to avoid being trampled. The coach blew the whistle to stop the play and calls Varon over.]

Son, that was an illegal move.

What are you talkin' about? I didn't touch it with my hands! It's perfectly legal!

Not for high school soccer it isn't. You put yourself in danger and that's not allowed.

Tch. Whatever.

Son, you've got to be more careful out there.

Yeah. We done?

You're good, but remember that to keep those stunts to a low roar.

[Varon rolls his eyes and jogs back onto the field.]

C: Everywhere

[Varon is roaming around, getting his bearings of this town and has materials for the camera project. It's mostly scrap metal that he managed to find and other parts in a burlap sack. This is only the beginning and he has every intention to start fabricating the inner workings. He has already constructed the body. Now it was getting everything else put together to make the camera work. It keeps him busy and sharp to his future fabrication projects. He didn't want to lose that skill.

Fighting is just another thing to pass the time and the cuts on his face proves that point. He has two now that he's sporting from his fights with Naruto and Almaz. To him, it's just another day. He's free for pestering since he's out looking for what seems like random things.]

[action; around Mayfield; on the 14th; open to all]
[ Those funny flowers he's seen all over town makes him a bit confused. Was it an ayakashi who made all of them bloom? Or an onmyouji? Maybe he needs to stop thinking that strange things are ayakashi's or onmyouji's doing, too.

There's one thing he knows, and that's that his family is bigger than just Youhime, Rihan and his Hyakki. He knows that that guy --Magnus Bane, wasn't it? is his son. How could he have missed that before? ]

Where's he live anyway..?

[ Well that's a problem. So he's going to look for Magnus, even if he has to look for him all.

And get the feeling that he's somehow supposed to know some of the people he passes.

So he's going to call out to those people. ]

Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?

[ And he'll continue to do that until he finds Magnus. ]

(ooc: affected by carnation, yep)

[Action; 1338 Benny]

[Well, thanks to the power of hyacinth, he'll wake up from the pitcher plant handcuffed down in the basement. Gamzee's clearly sort of forgotten he's here, so he'll just kind of awkwardly get to his feet and make his way up the stairs to knock on the door.]

[Phone; Friends Filter + Doc Scratch]

So yet again we come to everyone's favorite part of Mayfield, awkward mass apologies following the latest round of panfuckery. Yeah. This is one of those, so if you aren't interested, then I think we share the same sentiments on this practice.

So maybe I'll skip the ridiculous part where I apologize for things beyond my control, and just say that you can just discard everything I said and did for the past two days as plant related temporary insanity. So...

[He pauses a little awkwardly, and mutters to himself before continuing.]

Fuck.

No, that's...that's not why I called. I don't know why I always... Maybe I should be shoving whichever hallucinogenic plant makes you hork your emotion sacs all over the audio hook, because I am fucking terrible at this and I don't know any other way to do it.

Shit. If you want to talk to me we can talk and I can ingest whichever floral arrangement makes that conversation happen more smoothly or not. Or if you don't want to, I understand, too, just...

Just it's not that nothing I said is how I really feel. It's actually the opposite of how I feel. Read into that what you will. Or I'll just spell out for you idiots I ruined everything with that you're my fucking friends, and I don't...right. I hate you about as little as anyone's ever hated anything.

Except you, Doc Scratch. The next time you try to make me your puppet, the real puppet is going up your earth human butthole.

((OOC: I'll still be taking tags on my old post, sorry this is so close. Wanted to get this rolling before I leave.))

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[For what has been over a month, the house has been host to a drone. Mika's drone has been quiet and demure, a perfect housewife on top of her nursing duties at the hospital. Thankfully no one is at home when she snaps out of it, as no one is around to hear her screaming in horror as she realizes what's been done to her.

But when everyone gets back, they'll find Mika in a foul mood, having managed to avoid the flowers springing up by simply being too angry to notice.]

[B. Phone]

All right, what the hell have I missed? What day is it and how long have I been a drone?

[C. Streets]

[Mika is in a dark mood as she limps along, on a walk to clear her head from the left-over cottony feel of the droning. Ears flat and hackles up, she hardly seems to have noticed the explosions of color around her...yet.]


((ooc: Mika's plot thread can be found here if anyone wants!))

A. [Phone]; backdated to the 14th

[Okay, now that he stopped blushing long enough to speak into the phone...]

Ah, t-thank you to whoever left these nice flowers. If you tell me who you are, I would like to thank you properly. I am very grateful for the gift. [quietly] I didn't know I had a secret admirer...[He feels a bit awkward about it but..] I promise to keep them nice and healthy!

B. Action; Around Town

[Riku inhaled the scent of the Carnation flowers he recieved, so while he's carrying back home the ingredients for the dessert he's making for the holiday, anyone he spots will be treated like that long lost sibling he's never met. If you're younger than him, he'll especially make sure to dote on you, no matter how annoying it might be.]

(ooc: Riku's got the effects of the Carnation flower, and he will be treating your character like they've suddenly become siblings, and for adults, he might be compelled to look at you like family too! Sorry this is extremely late, things have been a little hectic and I got delayed. I plan on making up for my lack of tagging as well if you'll bear with me.)

[ Action : 436 Peepers St. : Early Morning ]
( I swear I parked it right here... )

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[ Phone : Open : Later ]
[ Greetings, Mayfield! You are joining a conversation already in progress. The first voice that pipes up is that of a young lady who sounds very much alive, if very confused. The latter is a younger, perkier girl who has been doing some (read: LOTS) of explaining. ]
—now I just talk into it?
Uh huh, uh huh! Just talk into it and people will talk back!
...how do I hand it to them to let them talk?
You don't need to. The sound travels through the phone. Kinda like one of my echo chambers.
Ohh!
I don't know how those work.
Just trust me, okay? Sound is my specialty.
I trust you but it just seems weird --- aaa!
[ A clatter as the receiver is dropped onto the table, but it doesn't disconnect. ]
... Do you want me to handle introducing you, Yoshika?
I think so. This is all too weird. Too weird!!
[ A sigh. The receiver is picked up once more. ]
Hello everyone! This is Kyouko Kasodani reporting from... apparently my new house! My friend from home is here, though! Her name is Yoshika Miyako! So be sure to give her a friendly Good Morning, okay?
[ From the background: ] Good morning people I can't see!
(OOC: Replies can come from either or both girls. Specify if you do not want threadjacks please~!)

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[ Action : Around Town ]
[ Yoshika is taking her newly whole body for a test drive!

Literally. If she was any less adept at walking normally and keeping her arms down, she would need a "Student Driver" sign tacked onto her forehead. Or any kind of sign. It's kind of unusual, not having a slip of paper dangling between her eyes perpetually. She is half wondering how she did so for what seems like such a long time (though it really wasn't), and now, how she is going to live without it.

She's shuffling around rather stiffly, and occasionally just sort of hops for no discernible reason. She's so focused on this that she doesn't see who, or what, she might run into. A person, a stop sign, a parked car.

And when she does, she loudly exclaims: ] Ow! Why did that hurt?!

((OOC: Please put a note if your character is affected by or carrying along the scent of any particular kind of flower(s) for the event. I am open to absolutely everything, even violent stuff! Yoshika will just be an oblivious derp about it all, but she may try to bite characters who get violent.))

Phone, open:

Which herbivore was it that made all these flowers grow everywhere? It's disrupting the discipline.

[ Which, really, it does in many cases. People action all out of character, and everything.. ]

Action A, 13th, 14th, all around Mayfield:

[ Hibari got back his precious Namimori school uniform just the other day. He is quite happy about that, and it can be seen in his slight smirk. Although it's not the new uniform, with the blazer and all that. It's the old gakuran that the scool once had. See, Kyoya, that's why there are rumours that you're the 'Ghost of Namimori's Pride' and such things.

1: And why isn't it surprising that he is napping again?

2: It might be a bit surprising that he is not napping, though. He might wander around glaring at the flowers, too. Or just wander around without any other purpose than walking around with no real goal. ]

Action B, 14th, school:

[ Lovestruck fools. Perverts. Idiots. That's all he can see. And every single one of them are herbivores down to the core. He finds it incredibly annoying, all of it.

1: He's by his bench in the classroom, for once. Looking extremely bored.

2: He's passing through the corridors on his way.. somewhere. To some place where there is not much people.

3: He's on the roof, looking at the sky and ignoring that it's not very warm outside.]

[ a. action inside 2239 Stevens Road ]

( yeah )

[ b. phone (open) ]

Okay. Okay. Not panicking. Ahhhhh. Why won't my number work. Why won't my mom's cell work. It's okay, Mac, pull it together...You're done panicking...

[He kind of wheezes into the phone. He has no idea who he's actually talking to.]

[ c. action on the mean clean streets (also open) ]

[Nothing to see here, just a morose and somewhat twitchy kid walking to school. His not!mom told him he had to go, and gave him a bookbag to carry with him that he hates purely on virtue of it not being his tried and true backpack, which he also couldn't find this morning. But he is basically done with panicking for now, at least.]

[A: Action, around Mayfield; backdated to yesterday]

[Wow, Clo looks pretty happy today as she strides through Mayfield. This is because she's high on carnations. So high on that sweet, familiar smell. Mmm. She has a few people to see, but if you want, you can approach her too. Just be prepared for her to declare you her brosis for life. Or perhaps your own scent will overpower her feelings of familiarity...? It's up to you, really.]


[B: Phone]

Alright, let's get the completely fuckin' obvious outta the way right now: all that lovey-dovey crap I did yesterday? Forget about it.

... And if I did anythin' else that's insane and that maybe I don't remember because hell, who knows all the stuff those flowers really did, forget 'bout that too.

But...

... Nope, that's it.

[Filtered to Negi - Phone]

Apologies for kissing you like that Negi. I wasn't quite in my right state of mind... but I don't think any of us were. Again, sorry.


[Filtered to Cain - Phone[

Cain I am so sorry for how I acted under the influence of flowers. I still want to remain friends though, if you're willing.


[Filtered to Yuna - Phone]

Yuna, that teacher of yours is a cutie. But I dunno if I could kiss him again after this. How are you by the way? Have a good date?


[Phone - Drone Filter]

Apologies to anyone else I've kissed. No harm done?


[Locked to Housemates or Street Members]

[Once her phonecalls were done, Ako sighed as she went over to the bed to flop over onto it. This sucked. She had been completely out of her control. What's worse was that she was feeling conflicted about this. Dodori floated around her, chiming a little. If the housemates came by, Dodori would flit under the pillow.]

That sucked. And worst of all is that I think my 'parents' did it.

[She did the laundry, she KNEW.]

{ →!Action | Outside 915 Bilko | Sometime around 5AM }

[ Ever since the effects of the surgery was fixed Conan has been trying to catch the milkman on his rounds. So far, no luck. Regardless, Conan has tried every morning. He frowns heavily at the sight of the seemingly harmless bottle of milk on the porch.]

[ Suddenly, he has a very childish urge to just kick it over. Instead, he just settles for glaring at it. It's too early for this. ]

{ →!Action | Mayfield Elementary | Second Grade }

[ After his attempts to catch the milkman and genius decision to stay up late reading a book and then wake up EXTRA early he's fallen asleep at his desk. Feel free to wake him up but he might be a little grumpy. ]

{ →!Phone | !Action for 915 Bilko }

Ne, everyone, I have an experiment I'd like to try but I need some volunteers that don't mind waking up really early! Anyone interested?

[FEBRUARY 12 (7132 Brooks Lane, Evening)]

[The flower bouquet provided for the household on Sunday morning hardly escapes the notice of Key-Fu. Well, almost. He'd been power walking right past them before freezing in mid-stride and turning his head to look at what's different about the mantle.]

Behold! A wire of flowers has darkened the desktop!

[So Key-Fu leans forward, sticking his head right into the mass of flowers, and taking a big whiff—and keeping his head there, even while he remarks on their scent.]

By the boulevard of broken dreams! I have been bequeathed a buttermilk bouquet!

[Looks like Key-Fu figured out it was milkweed he'd received, but if Key-Fu really didn't enjoy the smell of those flowers, it sure isn't visible from that crosseyed grin of his.]

[FEBRUARY 13 (7132 Brooks Lane, Evening)]

[Despite the almost overpowering smell of sour milk that permeates the house, Key-Fu doesn't seem of a mind to complain. But something happens right around dinnnertime, just as Key-Fu's sitting down to the dinner table. After a moment's time, he goes to stand back up, but pauses midway, staring right at the wall for a good half-minute. Then—he leaps onto his feet, thrusting a pointed finger into the air!]

Forsooth! The pyramid of much dieting demands more cowbell!

[And with that, Key-Fu springs out of the house, nearly knocking the door off its hinges as he does. Dinner? Forget dinner, he's got a more pressing craving to take care of! Key-Fu is about as gentle with getting into the family's car and tearing out of the driveway, too. That poor defenseless mailbox didn't know what hit it.]

[FEBRUARY 13, 14, AND 15 (Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[So, Mayfield, you've got a malaproping martial artist burning rubber through the town streets every so often from the evening of the 13th to the 15th, as he speeds to the Neutron Diner for a mlkshake every few hours (if that) in the day. Are you affected by Milkweed too? Do you crave milky marvels of your own? Flag Key-Fu down and prepare to join the FEAAAAST! Or, Key-Fu can pick you up and haul you to his car if you desire.]

[Key-Fu being who he is, though, he's not exactly the safest of drivers. So you better fasten that seatbelt! Or ... just look both ways before crossing the street.]