[Well, someone isn't happy now that he's back to normal and away from the effects mint has on him. To say he was embarrassed would be putting it lightly; Benson was out and out ashamed. And he dealt with shame the way he dealt with everything else: by being angry as hell and trying to bottle it up.

Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]

[Phone]

...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.

[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]

Yeah, hi.

Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?

[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]

[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.

He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]

[1332 Benny Road - Locked to Housemates]

[The first thing that Hayate realized when she woke up was that this was not her bed. Her bed was done up in silken sheets, something she liked as a luxury at times. Also, last she checked her bed wasn't occupied, even if Zwei or Vita still liked sleeping with her. Sitting up and blinking sleep out of her eyes, she looked around before quietly slipping out into the main room.

Looking around the house, she found the mantle with the pictures of people. Kids, pet, husband, what was going on here?]


[Phone]

I'd like to get a little more info about this place. Also, if anyone's from Midchilda, it would be appreciated to know if they were around as well.


[Around Town - Afternoon]

[Hayate disliked the dress she was wearing. It wasn't bad, but it could USE something. Something more. Even when she was going shopping for food like a "regular housewife", she knew that she had orders to fill when work called her again. But being a seamstress wasn't so bad to be honest; she had a lot of leeway. Already costumes were popping up in her mind and she giggled maniacally.]

 [ 630 Topper - Saturday Morning - Action]

The smell of something cooking might wake residents of the house up, but the source might be a little surprising. Evidently Astral, having watched Yuuma's sister and Grandmother enough in his own world, has decided to encourage actually speaking to his housemates by making them breakfast.

Unfortunately, it's not likely anyone in the house is familiar with a breakfast of rice and wonderfully cooked fish.

More unfortunate, it is five o'clock in the morning, and if he hasn't woken you up by cooking the food, he'll have set the table, dished things out, and then moved to sitting outside your bedroom door so that he can make sure you know the breakfast is there.

In fact, it's likely that when you open the door, that's what you'll see.

Astral, sitting beside it, doing nothing.

[Phone - Saturday Afternoon]

I was wondering... What sorts of activities are 'available' on the weekend? Typically, I would be with Yuuma, playing Duel Monsters, or observing the various occurrences in his city, however as I no longer have with me a deck of cards, I would be glad to know of any sort of activity to momentarily replace this.

[Grell is curently standing in front of a house right out of a daydream. A well manicured lawn, white picket fence...children running around.

What makes this too good to be true is that her clothing has changed. Not that she's complaining. Whoever chose this dress certainly has good taste! But that is besides the point.]

Morpheus, how cruel are you to play such a hoax! [As Grell stares, dumbfounded, a hand rises and pinches her arm, startling her.] OUCH! [Okay, not a dream. A hallucination?]

Oh, there you are, angel! I thought you got tied up at the grocery store.

[Green eyes immediately go over to the handsome man. Nicely dressed, smart looking, a charming smile.

Better play along.]

Well, I'm home now~. [The smile she gives is just a mask. She would like to know what the Hell is going on.]



(ooc: the blue font is her drone husband.)

( Introspection )

1333 Benny Road lawn
[Lithuania is cleaning up the house, as usual. In honor of his birthday he's given himself the day off, but aside from that he's not entirely sure what to do about it when it seems so inherently wrong to be away from his people today.

He does, however, place his flag outside properly--if a bit wistfully.]

It would look better on a proper flag pole... Ah, but they're not really commonplace around here.

[His puppy, recently regained, runs around his legs. He crouches down to pet the animal.]

Maybe next year we'll celebrate at home.

[919 Bilko]
[Hello, residents of 919 Bilko, it seems you have a new pet! Though one who isn't exactly happy to find herself in a doghouse in the backyard of a house in an American town during the 1950s, and not at Myouren Temple in Gensokyo as she has recently become accustomed to. You may find your new pet furiously chewing through the leash that ties her to the dog house. She may technically be a dog, but she's not the kind of dog you can put on a leash, no sir.

Also, while you may expect to here animal-like sounds from her, you may also hear...grumbling. It may be that this new pet can, in fact, speak.]

Wretched thing...what on Earth have I gotten myself into? Surely this can't be some trick of Nue's...

[Around town]
[Wherever you may be today, you'll probably see something a little unusual: a tanuki wearing a tiny pair of glasses on her nose trotting about Mayfield. She's sniffing at everything curiously, but she won't be alarmed if you approach her.]

 [Action - 456 Stone Street]

[Hello, housemates! In the early morning, you're likely to find this young girl running through the house, screaming, banging her head against the occasional wall or table, and...throwing herself forward as if she didn't expect to just land on the ground. 

Have fun with that.]

[Phone]

Onee-sama...Onee-sama! O-nee-sa-maaaaaa! Are you out there, Onee-samaaaaaa?! 

[An exasperated sigh.]

....If anyone listening to this has information on Mikoto Misaka, I, as her herald, expect you to hand it over...!

[Action - the park]

[Kuroko may be new here, but that doesn't stop her from trying to exact her brand of justice on the population. She'll be keeping a careful eye on people's actions--and if she sees you doing anything she deems suspicious, she may approach.]

[The line is open, but for a long time all that can be heard are the sounds of someone highly embarrassed and somewhat distressed. How can you tell that's what those sounds are? Well it seems just natural to understand them as such. However do not worry, Almaz speaks up soon enough.]

I... I'm very sorry! Everyone I'm very sorry!

[He sounds incredibly pathetic.]

The other day, I... I can't really explain what came over me. I... I'll fix any bad thing I did! I'll return all the mailboxes, inflate all the tires, I'll do anything to make up for it. I give my word as a hero! or at least... one who truly admires heroes. Even if it might have been this place, it's no excuse. Please accept this most sincere of apologies.

[He sighs deeply.]

And....

[There's a hint of dread in his voice.]

I'll return your comics Mao, you can even have some of mine! I'm sorry!

[Action, 508 Ricardo Street]
 [On Friday morning there's a thump from one of the bedrooms upstairs. That would be the sound of Iris waking up in a strange place and immediately trying to phase through the floor to get out. Of course, without her powers that didn't work out very well for her and she ended up going splat on the floor instead. When that plan didn't work out for her she decided it might be a good idea to leave this room. If she can leave, that is. To her surprise the door opens and she peeks outside. The hallway is clear, or seems clear, so she creeps farther out of the room to look around]

This looks like a normal house. [This for some reason tells her that it's time to push herself flat against the wall in an attempt to be stealthy. It's not a very good attempt] And there's nobody out here. This is the worst kidnapping ever. How come I can't use my powers though?

[Action, All over town]
[After being informed that she isn't being held hostage and can actually leave the house she was in, Iris does just that. She's out and about in Mayfield, running around the town and looking at things. Occasionally, she'll stop someone on the street, poke them or tug their sleeve to get their attention. In fact, there might be a ten year old trying to get your attention right now. She's not supposed to talk to strangers but this is an emergency. Dad would understand in this case, right?] 

Um, excuse me? Is there a way to leave?

[Action, Park]
[Iris is in the park now, seated on top of the jungle gym with her eyes closed. She seems to be focusing really hard on something and if you get closer you can probably hear her muttering to herself]

Come oooooon, work. Woooooork. [She's determined to phase through the jungle gym, to get her powers to work, no matter how many people have told her it isn't happening. If anything's going to start working, she's convinced it'll be phasing. It's the power she's had the longest, after all. After a moment she seems to give up and sighs, opening her eyes and folding her arms over her chest]

This place is stupid. Everything looks the same, everyone is weird and I can't even do cool things anymore.

●　Introspection
( Read more... )

●　Action ; February 15th

[For about a week, Latvia had been on and off miserable. He’d already messed up his relationship with the two people he trusted most in this town and he didn’t know how well he’d be able to get along with the few people he’d met since then. He was getting pretty sick of being miserable though and without any good outlet he decided to try and distract himself.

Awkwardly he shuffles around the general store with a packet of dry yeast in hand. Latvia looks at the shelves with uncertainty, as if he’s trying to remember or trying to decide something. This makes it the third time he’s walked around the store but there doesn’t seem to be anything extra in his hands]

Should I just go with sugar or do I want something more specialized...

[Slipping into a daze he doesn’t quite calculate his route around the store properly and ends up walking into and knocking over one of the stands at the end of the aisle]

●　Phone ; February 15th

This may be an awkward question but does anyone have a large, airtight container I can use for a few weeks? Preferably one that can hold a few gallons.

I promise I’ll get it back in good condition! Maybe we could do an exchange or something? Although I don’t know if I have anything you would want...

●　Action ; Afternoon

[For whatever reason, Latvia seems considerably more at ease today. On the way home from school he takes quite a detour, wandering around the town and quietly singing to himself in Latvian. On his winding way through town you can find him in one of three places]

A ; Wondering through John Doe park, eating something that looks like a bread roll filled with bacon and curiously studying the statue of the Mayor.

B ; At the bakery, eyeing some of the sweet pastries and deliberating over which one he should buy as a treat for later on.

C ; Passing by the flower shop and staring, somewhat longingly through the window. After the sudden arrival and disappearance of flowers all around Mayfield he kind of misses just having some around to brighten the house.

[Gakupo is staring at a reflection of himself outside of a shop, because one moment he just went out to meet a friend, and the next he's in an entirely different outfit. He panics and looks around for...something! Anything! Where is his cellphone?!

He checks his person. Nothing...except for a paper with an address on it. What is this for?

Gakupo spots a payphone and runs to it, slipping inside quickly and picks up the receiver. Oh, right. No money. Well, the operator must be able to help him, right?]

This is the operator, how may I direct your call?

Ah, yes, I need a bit of help. [He looks down at himself before continuing.] I think someone stole my clothing!

A: 1447 Mitchell Road

[After a peculiar week, Canada is determined to end it well for the household, which means being up bright and early to make breakfast, before anyone else is usually up. That done, she gets the drone child up, then heads to Hilda's room, to knock at her door.]

Hilda? Breakfast is ready.

[Netherlands can do what he wants.]

B: outside 1245 Williams Road

[She had wanted to come visit with Taiwan, to check on her and the cafe and make sure things were all back to Mayfield normal. But then she ran into Taiwan, not herself in that depressing way drones always were. Now she's just standing out front with her polar bear and moose calf, looking rather upset.]

C: outside 1447 Mitchell Road

[The best thing for blues associated with a droned friend? Tree time. Thankfully, Canada had regained just the perfect tree earlier this week, and so along with the generic local tree that used to be there, the front yard of her house is now sporting a gigantic, sprawling sugar maple tree. It's bare for the winter, but buds are starting to sprout where the leaves will be, given a few safe months.

Today (and all weekend, more likely than not) Canada can be found up there, curled up between the branches and watching people go by.]

D: phone

Hello, umm... I was wondering: what's everyone's favourite thing to do to cheer themselves up? Especially if they miss someone. Or a lot of someones. Do you think that requires anything special? Or will the normal sorts of cheering up do?

[Action; 747 Partridge; Saturday morning]

[Well, it's been a few days since the end of the event, when Lyon stormed up to her room and locked herself in out of sheer embarrassment.  She was droned for seemingly no reason about ten minutes after that, and Mayfield's been treated to the cheerful drone named Mismar bouncing around town in her place ever since - doing her hair up in curls, going on dates with the Prince's drone, and just generally having a nice relaxing time in the wonderful town of Mayfield.

...All of that comes to an abrupt end on Saturday morning, however, as a red beam of light tears through the roof of 747 Partridge Drive, bright enough and wide enough to be seen from anywhere in town.]

[Phone; filtered from drones]

...Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I'm back.  How long has it been here?  And can anyone help repair a hole in a roof?

[Action: 307 Miller]

[Death has been thinking. The feelings from the daisies faded, of course. But when she thinks about what she said. Some of it still makes sense. A lot of it, actually.

She's sitting in the living room, watching her fish swim around as if that will make things clearer.]


[Phone: Filtered FROM her close CR. ESPECIALLY from Susan.]

I feel... a bit silly, asking about this. I'm sure you're all used to hearing this more from the... twelve to fifteen age range. But...

I could use some advice on the, uh, romance front.