[Phone: Morning| Unfiltered] 

Good morning everyone! Um. 

It's a little late, but I'd like to apologize anyone and everyone I was untoward to. That was rude, and I apologize for my conduct. That...really was not something I meant to do. Truly.

But! I would like to let it be known, as there are troubles that happens: I'm a combat medical specialist in my world. I don't have my powers right now but...I do know my way around general medical practices. It's a little difficult, seeing how I'm considered a child here but...if anyone knows a way I could work in the hospital, that would be great. If they don't, that's fine too! I'd just like to help.

With...anything really.

[Action A: Mayfield General store]

[The little shinigami seems to be frowning, and politely puzzled as he looks for something. What it is...well, you'd have to approach him to know what it is.]

[Action B: 852 goldberg street]

[For those of you who pass on by, you might notice the tiny man cleaning up. It's nothing much really; cleaning up the windows outside, sweeping up the dust that's on the porch. He likes to have things nice and clean. For those of you who come by later, you may notice him in the garden. There's a pile of what's weeds and the other is...flowers? How bizarre.]

[Action C: Jonathon's tools]

[Again, he's looking through all the tools assorted within the store-but he's in the gardening section. What could the little guy have in mind...?]

[Action D: Mayfield High]

[Someone isn't really paying attention to what the drones have to say. Big surprise there, for all the not!kids. But he seems to be engrossed in a few choice materials, mostly on biology and first aid. Hmmmm. Wonder what that's all about.

<sub>[Action; early morning, around town]

[Should you look be looking skyward, or just looking up in general, you might happen to see a certain fairy queen fluttering past, her mother's Psypher bow with her. The bow's nearly as big as she is tall, but she doesn't seem to have too much trouble carrying it.

Really, she could have left it at the house, but she doesn't trust anyone with it, especially after losing it once. Besides, she set up some makeshift targets in the park!]

[Phone; late afternoon]</sub>

I have a request to ask of someone, if possible; I am looking for someone who may be able to tailor some clothing for me, ones that are... less cumbersome to fly in. _{[And closer in appearance to what she might wear back home.]}

[Phone : FILTERED FROM SUSAN. SO VERY MUCH FILTERED FROM SUSAN.

Anyway, answer the phone, have a voice in your head.]

I HAVE A QUESTION FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE USED TO ....EMOTIONS......

HOW CAN YOU TELL IF THE FEELINGS YOU HAVE ARE....I SUPPOSE THE WORD HERE WOULD BE ...ROMANTIC? I'M NOT QUITE CERTAIN. BUT YES. HOW CAN YOU TELL IF THEY ARE?

AND WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IF YOU'RE NOT REALLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE ENOUGH....WELL HUMANITY TO BE HAVING ENOUGH EMOTIONS FOR YOU TO BE ABLE TO IDENTIFY THEM AS ....ROMANTIC, IN THE FIRST PLACE?

I'M NOT SURE IF ANY OF THAT EVEN MADE ANY SENSE.


[So yes. Death is very confused after the flowers have worn off and he realized that yes....there are some actual ...feelings. Feelings, what are feelings. Also.....action!

A. At Susan's house. Coming over to check up on the family.

B. At his own house. Trying to knit. Rincewind however has decided that yarn is not something he is afraid of ...anymore and is making it a little difficult.]

A): phone - mid-morning.

[OPEN;]

[one hazard of spending a good deal of your time lurking on the phone lines is that one might become prone to forgetting that people can HEAR you while you listen. so, it's entirely innocent, of course, when the half-absent and somewhat petulant mumble comes across the phone lines sometime this morning.]

...all this talk of Valentines Day... honestly! As if they're rubbing it in some of us are destined to be forever alone. 'Vow of celibacy'? More like vow of perpetual and ongoing boredom.

[...a pause.]

It's not like I wanted to find out what a romantic holiday with another human being is like, regardless... eh? I'm sure edible underwear isn't all it's cracked up to be, anywa--

[...]

Eh? [wait for it.]

AH--

[...there's a rather flustered squawk, and a hasty CLICK of the phone into the cradle.]

( filters to CHARLES, ESTHER, and DJANGO )

B): ( action, 1648 Albright Lane )

C): action; around town - afternoon.

[the tall, lanky, and often times clumsy priest is among your streets today, Mayfield! anyone similarly prone to hitting up the bakery quite often might recognize his face, or simply wish to gape at the way he's leaving cheerily with a bag under his arm and so engrossed in the effort of inhaling the vanilla frosted doughnut in his hand he is clearly not paying attention to anything else. ...like the sidewalk. which, he may or may not inevitably trip over at an uneven crack and WOEFULLY lose his doubtlessly precious bounty as the bag tumbles to spill the fruits of his labor everywhere...

...and maybe his doughnut might happen to ah. misplace... itself from his hand and end up on your face. WHAT DO?]

D): action; church - evening.

[Abel's day eventually brings him to someplace to seek solace, to rest a weary soul... or something of that effect. one who enters might be hard pressed to FIND said priest who should be more or less easy to spot on the regular, right? how many 6'4 lanky bastards in cassock ARE there in here?

...but if one is apt enough, they might notice that the Father's side of the confessional is occupied. do you care to confess? ...or notice that said Father might just be lightly snoring if you listen hard enough...]

[Action – 502 Ricardo Street]
[If you’re passing by 502 Ricardo Street, feel free to notice that there is a giant, capsule shaped device of some sort on the front lawn of 502. It seems like it’s a container of some sort, a door in front of it swung open wide, allowing anyone to peer into a space not much bigger than a small closet. The device, itself, gives off a sense of unease, as if you could be trapped in there forever if you even set foot in it and closed the door.

There’s also the fact that Pokey has managed to restrain the PorkyBot he got as a regain a couple of weeks back and is proceeding to try and paint it a shade of blue to match his own. The process is not going well.]

I just told you to hold still and this’ll go quicker.

I don’t wanna! I look awesome just how I am!

Yeah, but you don’t look like me!

This is stupid! It’s not even the right shade of blue!

Yeah…I couldn’t find it at the hardware store. Now shut up and stay still.

[Action – Bodine Fashion]

[Here’s a new sight. If you happen to be in the clothes store today, you’ll notice two boys who look nearly identical to one another, although one seems a bit darker shade of blue and has an obnoxious, whirring red light on its head.

But the light gets covered up every now and then as Pokey puts a hat on the PorkyBot’s head, then trying one on his own.]

What do you think about this one?

Laaaaaaame. Super lame.

Okay, you’ve said that about the last three. We’ve gotta pick one of these.

But I don’t wanna wear a hat! Hats are for creepers and old people having a mid-life crisis.

That may be true but it’s that or cut the light off the top of your head. Which do you want?

….Let’s try that one.

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

[Phone]

So. There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time, and I want to see what other people think of it.

For those of you who haven’t been here too long, about two Halloweens ago a bunch of us got a pamphlet talking about the operation of a virtual reality device. The conclusion I’ve always come to, and I think most did, is that the manual is referring to whatever is running Mayfield. However, I think I may have come to a different conclusion than others. Most people probably think we’re stuck in the virtual reality created by it.

I think we might be part of the virtual reality, especially after hearing what happened at the end of the last load of bullcrap when they were performing atrocities against God on people. You guys were told to destroy part of the town to distract her, right? Well, what if that was because she could only focus on repairing the damage to the town, and not whatever the surgeries were doing to revive people? She had to choose one or the other.

Alright I know that sounds obvious but what I mean is: what if the….let’s call it “the repair function” is set to be the same for us and the structures in the town. And we can assume the structures in the town are part of the virtual reality system, instead of being trapped in the virtual reality system. And there’s been several instances where they’ve given us an indication that we function as a power source for the town, in some weird way. They gave us one, sort of, last March, and they gave us one during Christmas. This last load could show that whatever energy we produce isn’t done individually, but somehow split between us as a whole, since some of us needed to be hurt in order for others to revive. It’s like a balancing act.

I’m just saying it seems odd to me that that would be the case if we were entities separate from the virtual reality construct. This is just a theory, and a quick one and I could give more evidence for my supposition, but I’m going to stop now. I want to know what others think, and what others might have to defeat the possibility of we ourselves being some form of virtual reality construct, since I know while I know a lot I don’t know everything here.

It’s just something I’ve been thinking about for a while.

[Action - School]

[Marisa is sitting on top of the table in the cafeteria, legs crossed, as she's finishing up telling a tale to the other students sitting around her at lunch.]

...and that's why you need to be careful when you see lots of flowers just suddenly appearing all over the place, like they did here, ze. They could be a bunch of dead people just waiting for a lazy shinigami to take them across the Sanzu to Higan.



[Action - Makeout Point - Evening]

[Anyone attuned to the flow of magic with the capacity to sense it feel a surge coming from Makeout Point. In fact, this sudden concentration feels VERY much like Shana's Guren no Souyoku Unrestricted Method that grants her wings of flame.

Only it doesn't feel quite right. It doesn't feel like fire, but... starlight? A shimmering yellowish glow can be seen from the Point.]


[Phone]

So who wants to go to the Drive In? It's almost dark and I feel like seeing a movie on that really big screen with popcorn and some friends and b--

[She cuts herself off. No, no drinking tonight because... The phone is partially muffled as Marisa yells something back into her own house.]

Oi! Ciel! I'm taking the car tonight. No, I'm not going to drink. Yes, I know how to drive. And no, you're not stopping me. I already got the keys, ze.

[And back to talking on the phone.] So who wants to come with me? No boring people allowed.

Hey, guys, I've got a great idea.

Let's stop killing me, or trying to.

Actually, on a second thought, how about we stop killing each other, like, period. I'm serious this time guys.

If you hear anything about anyone hurting anyone else, give me a call. I'm dealing with this. I'm done just watching everything go to hell, and trying to stay out of it because it's none of my business. I've been here more than like, half of you. I'm making it my business. If you need help, you know--

Just call for Huntress.

[ Action : Mayfield High ]
[ Yes, today's a holiday and the school is closed.

No, Touma didn't seem to care ... or didn't remember this in advance and showed up anyhow.

The point is that he's here and that he's taking the time to enjoy the relative solitude. His book-bag is on the outdoor table, and he's using that as a sort of pillow as he lays there on the surface, an arm up and shading his eyes from the glare a bit as he stares up at the sky.

Something's on this boy's mind today, and it's best that he isn't where anyone can find him while he thinks things through. Or he hopes he can't be found. It'd be just his luck if that happened anyway... ]

---

[ Phone : Drone Filter ]
I need driving lessons. I can pay you, or tip you, or whatever you want to call it. I thought that if it came down to it and I needed to use the "family car" for any kind of emergency, I'd better be able to drive it without ending up in a ditch or wrapped around a tree.

So... okay this might be a long shot, but say you found out that in some other world you apparently have a daughter and she just showed up here. But where you come from you don't have a family like that.

Anybody got any tips on sudden and unexpected fatherhood?

[phone a; drone and evil jerkwad filter]

...okay, okay, this has been put off long enough. [He's muttering at first, but his next words are louder.] Good morning, Mayfield. This is Caesar. Since we've managed to survive the latest string of atrocities, I figured it might be a good time for another DA meeting. As of now, I'm really not going to bother with special messages anymore. They haven't proven any more secure than the phones and, frankly, are less inclusive and too much of a hassle.

[See: he's too lazy to do that ever again.]

For those of you who are new, the DA is the Defense Association. We still aren't the Resistance and we aren't a secret society. The DA is supposed to focus more on helping one another, since we're all stuck in this mess together. We have people who are willing to teach you how to defend yourself and a few other projects on the table to try and make this place slightly less horrible. [But only slightly.] Anyway, it's open to anyone, anyone can drop by the meeting, or not, whatever. Just try not to be a murderous psychopath when you do.

Moving along, the meeting will be Thursday night. We'll be using the high school gym this time, since the UFO doesn't exactly have heating set up and it's still cold out. It won't only be DA business. There will be an open forum part in the meeting if anyone wants to come along and add their own two potch on, well, anything, I guess.

If anyone has questions that they don't want to ask over the phones, I'm not at my usual house right now, but I can tell you where I am. [Just not publicly. Uh, because. Reasons.] And no, I don't have snacks for the meeting. Don't ask, not unless you're offering to provide some...

( [phone b; filtered to DA and Resistance folk] )

[After the phone calls, Caesar can be found hanging out around 747 Partridge Drive for the rest of the morning. Inevitably, he deigns to make an appearance at school for a class or two, maybe even lunch! He'll sleep through that for the most part, since he still has no plans on learning from that joke of an institution. Nonetheless, he can be found skulking around there or between school and Partridge Drive on his way back to, well, hiding, because let's be honest, that's exactly what he's doing.]

Action: Throughout the Day, Around Town

[Paprika is wandering around downtown, looking into all the shop windows and occasionally stopping in to check out stores. She hasn't bought anything, but she's browsing like she's looking for something. She isn't, actually, not really, but she's the type that likes to observe everything anyway. When drones greet her she answers back brightly and without any annoyance in her voice at all. If she sees a person, such as you perhaps, she'll wave and say hello.

Later on she'll be stopping by the more important buildings: City Hall, the Dairy, and the Police Station. She doesn't try to enter the Dairy, she just stands outside and looks at it. She pokes her head into City Hall for a bit, but doesn't stay long just in case. She doesn't linger long outside the Police Station either, but that doesn't keep her from looking.

Late afternoon she'll be at the roller rink, gliding around happily.]

Phone: Evening

So that was quite an eventful Valentine's Day, wasn't it? I know it's old news by now, and people are probably just trying to forget it, but denial isn't always the best in situations like this. It might be hard, but sometimes you just have to accept that you're not in control and move on!

Action, makeout point

[ An 8 foot tall armored figure is running full tilt towards the edge of the point, a huge armored backpack (even more huge than his previous one), is strapped to his back. What do, Mayfieldians? ]


Action, Zemekis office building An armored figure seems to be flying in an arc towards the top of the office building, jetting from from some sort of backpack device, and lands atop it with a notable crunch. It stands, moving around, and looks down at the townspeople, silent. It doesn't appear to be assaulting the building, or the people, just... practicing. Do you come up to take a peek?]

Action: 2237 Stevens, evening Garviel is unarmored now, just, just staring at the droned version of Flonne with a flat look on his face. His fist clenches, every now and then, and finally he looks away from her, stepping out to his backyard, and looking up into the night sky. ]

Action: The highway. Garviel is cruising along the strip before the highway repeats in his combat bike, pausing every now and then to scan the terrain, obviously doing what appears to be reconnaissance. ]

Phone, filtered to resistance members and his friends: : I know our last undertaking against the town was less than successful. Who is still willing to try again?