[Phone]

Alright, alright, so it's come to my attention there's probably a bunch of you all with your panties in a bunch over Valentine's Day. Lucky for you, you all have a wonderful, beautiful altruist like me to help you. Yep. That's right. I, Haruko Haruhara, Love Doctor, Md., certified in 37 state, 20 countries, and 5 of 7 continents, not to mention intergalactic qualifications, am here to give you all the advice and wisdom on matters of lovelorn or confused hearts you could ever ask for.

So c'mon. You all need someone to talk to before you stupidly ruin every relationship you have, and I'm here to help you. I promise a policy of complete non-disclosure unless I find it just that damn funny so you can trust all your tepid and horrible gossip with me.

So hey! Let's get crackin'! You've got hearts that're cracked and I've got the clue in my whimsy and insight and all that corny asshole shit, so get talking you mooks!

Part A | Phone | Thursday

[If you pick up the phone early enough, you might hear the strained sigh of the Planet X Monarch before he begins speaking.]

So tell me, do all Earth holidays require the death of plants to celebrate them?

I mean, I was willing to bite my da'st what is it called, oh right tongue when most of you were waving the dead flowers in each others faces, mostly because it seemed they were thankfully blooming everywhere and alive elsewhere, but then last night they just all wilt and die by some kind of strange order? It's enough to make this Monarch weep.

Now, I know this is mostly this "town's" doing, but the killing of flowers, essentially what a plant uses to reproduce, as a gesture of affection in the hopes of procreation? That is just horrible. I want you all to know I am disappointed.

Part B | Action | Inside 5721 Cunningham Lane | Early Friday Morning

[Groot has been trying hard to take things easily. He's still been learning about the town here and there, but some things are still puzzling. Like his Christmas gifts. One he recognized, even if it had some bitter memories tied to it, but the other... Well, it was merely like one of those before and after pictures during one of his recoveries after a Guardians mission. He had no idea what the point of it was.

Or at least he didn't until he was making some breakfast and cut himself. Annoyed about the pain, he tried to do the normal human thing and suck on the wound before getting a bandage. Except the wound was gone. He looked again. Yep, healed right up.]

...Well this is new. Still, I wonder how much of my regenerative ability I now have. Now what would be the best way to find out...

[Groot glances around, contemplating this, and then his eyes land upon the cutlery drawer...]

Part C | Phone | Shortly After Part B

D'ast it all, how do you humans stand having so many pain receptors?!?

I merely chop off one of these finger things and I felt I was going to faint from the pain!

Oh, and now I'm leaking sap, no, I mean blood, everywhere. I swear, being a mammal is just one annoyance after another!

Part D | Grocery Store | Later That Day

[Despite his morning, Groot has a job to do. And if anything, he understands responsibility. Of course, that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

So anybody picking up groceries today, there's a surly looking guy at the cash register. Or stocking the shelves. And he has his hand and pinkie finger completely surrounded in bandages.]

[1768 Beaver Street]

[Simba has a problem.

And that problem is that he has nothing to sharpen his claws on.

But luckily for him he's discovered that his weird human caves have plenty of soft things to dig his claws into!! So Simba will be helping himself by clawing up the sides of the furniture, because the people who live here won't mind that right? Not to mention these cushions are incredibly fun to bite into and tear up.]

[Phone.]

[Simba's managed to knock the phone onto the ground during his destruction of the house playtime. Not knowing what a phone is, his immediate reaction is to bat it around a few times before doing the next logical thing: chewing on it.

For anyone listening in, you will hear sounds like someone trying to bite down on the plastic, before licking it. You will probably even hear a few growling sounds as well.

Do you interrupt?]

(Public phone call:) Now dat Miss Taiwan's gone on "vacation", I'm takin' ovah as manager 'a da cafe dat she was runnin'--da rest 'a ya who woik dere, you don't mind, right? I promise I won't boss ya around too much.

Foist item 'a new management, we're hirin'. We need everything--people ta cook, bus tables, do dishes, wait tables...you know how it is. Men, it's your toin ta step up and look as pretty as da ladies!

(Action: Cosplay Cafe)

(In between interviews, Bugs is redecorating. At the moment, he's contemplating color samples.)

Phone

[On the other end you can hear someone taking a breath like they were about to speak then silence for a few seconds. Then another breath, then silence.]

Listen...

[Sollux wasn't quite sure how to properly... apologize.]

Uh... It's... It's Sollux.

[Oh god he was the most embarrassed]

I'm sorry everyone that I...

Everyone that I hit on and...made out with.

Phone; Filtered to Aradia.

I know it isn't much at all considering what I did but I am so, so sorry for what happened on the 14th. I have no idea what came over me and I want to make everything up to you so if you can stomach talking to me again, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me if there was anyway to redeem myself.

[He already washed his mouth out like 10 times this morning...]

Action [730 Anderson Lane]

[Xigbar slowly comes to consciousness in what he now realizes is not his bed, wearing what is not his sleepwear.  He doesn’t recall drinking at all last night… probably a sign of the severity of the problem.  He gets out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, taking in his surroundings as he goes.  He looks in the mirror, and sees two eyes on a scar-less face looking back at him.]

Just what kind of world did I wake up in anyway?  Doesn’t matter, I’m outta here.

[He puts up a hand to open a door to darkness, to no avail.  This sends a slight surge of panic through him, further amplified after failed attempts to teleport and call his arrowguns too.

Not wanting to be caught at a disadvantage (which he already has been), he takes to the nearest closet and throws on one of the many bland suits in there.]

These duds are pretty tacky.  Guess it beats running around in pajamas.

Phone [Open]

Hey, whoever listening here, someone mind letting me know just where the hell I am anyway?  Is this some kind of bizarre 1950's amusement park?

Action [Around town]

[Looking to get an idea of what he’s up against, he wanders the town, spying in on passers-by.  Man, this walking stuff is for the birds…]

[Action A: Morning; 852 Goldberg Street]

[Wilhelmina was sitting on her front porch stitching something. It looked like a dress of some sort though the size would be too small for herself. Paying attention for any amount of time would indicate that she's hand sewing an outfit. There are scraps of cloth to her side as well as materials for other things. It seems when she's done with the dress she may make a pair of shoes.]

[Action B: Afternoon; 852 Goldberg Street]

[The door is wide open, Wilhelmina herself is a mess. Her apron is burnt and stained, there's black marks on her face as well as smoke billowing out from behind her. It's almost as if there was some kind of fire inside. She seems embarrassed but otherwise her expression is hard to read.]

[Action C: Evening/night; Around Mayfield.]

[She starts off from one of the tallest structures in town, City Hall and then moves to the Church and other buildings. She uses her ribbons to glide from one to the other. She has no particular goal other than to take note of what people do at night. Understanding the routines of those within the town would better help her form plans in case there was a situation that required it. It also could give her an idea of people to be weary of as well as people she could rely on as a potential ally.]

A) Action / 768 Bunker Street / Locked to housemates:

[When Lizzie first wakes up, it's silently. Though she does panic a bit, she quickly composes herself and roots around in the drawers and closet, looking for her things. When she can't find them, she'll start doing the same in the hallway closets and other rooms, working her way downstairs.

Should she come across anyone as she goes, you had better be either really fast at dodging or fall to the ground as quick as you can: this girl is trying to spin-kick you in the face (or whatever part of the body her not-terribly-long legs will reach).]

B) Phone:

Hello, operator? Would you please connect me to Ciel Phantomhive?

[There's a pause, and the girl sounds on the verge or either yelling or crying.]

No answer? Ohh, is there no one at all who can help me? This is awful, just awful!

C) Action / Bodine Fashion:

[Outside of the clothing store, a young girl is leaning up against the window, eyeing the dresses inside.]

These clothes... How terrible! There's nothing cute about them at all, and they're so short. How can anyone even think of wearing these?

[It's all terribly scandalous, by her tone.]

I - [locked to 1449 Mitchell]
[He couldn't exactly say he'd experienced this before. Granted, he'd done a lot of weird things in his short life, but never had he woken up in a place he'd never been before. Nagi's notably weirded out, walking all over the house, almost in a trance. Opening doors, mostly, trying to get a small grasp at where, exactly, he is.]

Hello? Amakawa-sensei? Is this some joke of yours? ...it's really not funny. Kind of unnerving.

[. . . .]

...you can come out, now. Really.

II - [streets, later afternoon]
[Trying not to panic? Really, really trying not to panic. Not working out too well. His attempt at taking a walk to clear his head is resulting in some lost stumbling around pratically hyperventilating. Approach?]

III - [phone]
I think someone told me earlier we weren't supposed to drink the milk, or something. Any reason why? I...don't remember any of the dairy products back home being lethal...this place is weird.

773 Bunker Street and neighbors (meaning all who happen to pass by and notice)

[Varon has set up the barbecue grill with the intentions to have a little fun while he works on the car. Seeing that it hasn't been driven in a while, the gas has gone bad in it since it has a fifteen day limit before it begins to separate. He has two 5 gallon jerry cans filled with fresh fuel from the gas station and a can of ether to clean out the carburetor for priming.

His intentions are to flush the entire fuel system out, clean the plugs and hope that the seals didn't go bad. He managed to start it up once and took it to the part but the idle was way too rough to stay running for long and had to push the blasted heavy car back home.

Before he starts working on the car, he starts up the grill. While he waits for the coals to cherry, he starts his trek into the garage to get the needed tools. This is the type of work he lives for.]

( And so, Kyon woke up in the middle of a monologue, as he tends to do )

[A: 915 Bilko Boulevard

Kyon spends the morning lazing about at home, mostly fiddling with his phone in the hope that it'll let him time travel.

B: Around town

Kyon wanders the streets of Mayfield, reacquainting himself with the area after the time he spent away. Occasionally he may stop to fiddle with his phone a little as he mutters to himself.]

Stupid useless bookmarker things...

[C: Phone, evening]

... Yo, so apparently I went home for... (Two days? A few weeks? Minus one month? Could I really even call it "home"? ... Temporal anomalies are weird.) ... a bit. Did I miss anything?