( Arrival )

[Action - Throughout the Town - Early Morning]
[ His wife told him he had to go to work. He told her that he didn't have a job, not the kind she was harping about anyway. Hell, he didn't even know who she was, or the brats that were his supposed children. She wasn't having any of that though. She was smiling even more audaciously, and he assumed this was how she showed irritation. There was no winning, it seemed, so he decided to roll with the waves.

He still wasn't planning on going to work. There were plenty of reasons. Biggest one? He had no idea where he was.

So. Step one. Find what the hell this place is. Spike decides to hit the concrete. His coat is draped over his shoulder, and he's giving everything a once over. Needless to say, he does not look impressed. Rather bored, actually, like he's been kidnapped ten times over and this was nothing new.

He's trying to be inconspicuous, but he has a green jewfro and a slump as wide as a camel's back. So. ]

[Action - Grocery Store - Late afternoon]
[ Spike eventually finds himself buried deep within the confines of the Grocery Store. He's propped up against a wall, his face buried in a magazine. Occasionally his eyes will linger away from the magazine, but only for a second before diving right back in.

It doesn't look like he's here to buy anything. Actually, from the rather heavy bag at his side, it appears as if he's already checked out. Spike is not hiding this fact whatsoever. It also doesn't look like he's going to be shoplifting today either. He's got all the necessities. Nope - all he plans on doing is sitting back to read every last magazine on the shelf, no matter how bland and uninteresting the content is.

He is currently on Ladies' Home Journal. Exciting stuff. ]

{432 Peepers Street}

[Austria had been reluctant to open her eyes as she laid in bed. She could feel something was off from the moment she'd started to wake up. She was quite positive that she was not in her own bed, as she rolled over to bury her face in a rather stiff pillow. She reached a hand over to pet the other side of the bed, only to hit air instead of more mattress as she was used to. This was definitely not her bed.

Perhaps, she'd wandered into the wrong room in the middle of the night without realizing it. Her house had been going under continual changes and renovations as of late and she could have easily slipped back into one of the servant rooms in a sleepy daze. However, that failed to explain her change in dress. The cotton night gown she was now in felt coarse against her skin. It was a complete divergence from the soft chemise she had gone to bed in.

Opening an eye, Austria was certain that she was not in her home and this room was not to her tastes. Pink with white trim dominated every aspect of the design and her belongings were nowhere to be found, replaced with foreign looking little novelties. The closet, incredibly small, was filled with barely finished, unfashionable dresses that were in no condition to be worn cleaning, let alone out and about.

Had she possibly been kidnapped, she began to wonder? It certainly wasn't an impossible idea, but she was Austria. At another time this might have occurred daily, but not now. Not when her dominion and power stretched throughout Europe like it did. Whomever it was that had taken her hostage was obviously no ordinary individual.

Quietly she rose from the bed and made her way to the door, testing the strange doorknob. She hadn't been locked into her room, obviously her kidnapper did not mind if she roamed around on her own. Moving slowly and quietly she makes her way through-out the home. She didn't have time for this kidnapping nonsense.]

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{Around Town}

[Hesitantly Austria wanders around town, continually reaching down to pull at the hem of a dress she'd found in her closet. It was much too short for her liking. A young lady's ankles and calves being visible was completely inappropriate, however she couldn't very well wander around in nothing more than a nightgown.

She could have stayed inside, but she was rather convinced there was something decidedly off about the house's other residents and she wasn't entirely sure if they were even remotely trustworthy. She needed some time alone to gather her thoughts regardless.

Tugging her hem down awkwardly again, she hoped her visit to Mayfield would be nothing more than brief.]

option a: phone call.


Ahem. [ Haruhi Suzumiya coughs onto the phone before continuing, her voice serious as she speaks. ]

Anyway! If any of you met me while I was a drone, forget that. It's not important, and that wasn't really me, either. But that's not why I called. Right now is the best time to advertise, so!

I'm Suzumiya Haruhi, the brigade chief of the SOS Brigade. That's the... [ She takes a deep breath before shouting as loud as she can! ] Saving the world by Overloading it with fun Suzumiya Haruhi brigade!

I'm not too interested in ordinary humans, but if you bring something interesting to the brigade, I'll consider. And if you're a friend of Kyon's or Yuki's you're automatically a part of the brigade.

Anyway, we're here to search for the supernatural and to solve the problems of Mayfield! If you have any sort of mystery, come to us! We'll solve it for you!

There will be an info meeting for you newbies out there tomorrow, after school, right after the bell rings. Don't be late, or else you'll get a penalty!

If you have any questions, just call back - I'll be sure to answer them!

option b: open action; all over mayfield.

[ And for the rest of the day, Haruhi will be wearing a variation of outfits:

In the morning, a maid outfit, in the afternoon, the bunny girl outfit. Either way, she'll be passing out SOS Brigade flyers! ]


[OOC: And for those who are interested in the SOS Brigade, I've put up an open log over here!]

[Outside Mayfield Elementary]

[After school lets out for the day—or a little before, Flandre was proud of how very sneaky she was—Flandre can be found clambering all over the playground again, making full use of her claws and her wings.

But she’s a bit more careful this time! She looks around before she starts sliding down things like pipes, watching for people approaching. If a person is spotted, the vampire promptly sits on her hands and furls her wings away and looks innocent.

Right next to whatever she just put giant scratches in the paint of.


…no one really taught her how to use the fireman pole okay.]


((OOC: Chronologically the thread with Marceline goes first. Also there may be bats in your thread instead of tiny vampires because everything’s better with bats.))

A → [ 2241 Stevens Road ]

[Having just woken up, Amu was in a state of panic and confusion. This wasn't her house, it wasn't even her bed either]

Are you kidding me? Dia, I thought you knew where you were-- [The lack of response was unsettling and the minute she realized her guardian character was nowhere to be found either, it made her worry even more to lose her as well] Huh? Not you too...what's even going on here?

[She took a deep breath before looking around the room she found herself in as well as other places in the house for any clues or just any of her belongings, the latter she didn't have much luck with. She saw various things around and picking up one of the family photos she couldn't help but stare in disbelief]

N-no way. This can't be real, what sort of joke is this? It's not even funny.

B → [ Phone ]

...this even working? This just keeps getting even more weirder by the minute. I was just trying to call my- [she pauses for a moment before sighing in frustration] Ugh. Stupid thing. I'm not sure if it's even connecting me to the right number at all.

Can anyone hear this?

C → [ Around Mayfield ]

[Sometime later Amu heads outside, she is just walking around trying to get a better idea of her surrounding right now. She's in the middle of considering asking someone for directions, either way feel free to approach her!]

[The thin, wavering voice that speaks over the phone is so quiet that you may need to strain your ears to hear it. The Fair Lady has awakened, free of pain for the first time in centuries. She feels stronger and more clear-headed than ever before; not only is the pain of the Blight gone, but so too is her... lower half.

And yet for all the physical relief, with it comes mental distress. How has this change come to pass? Where is her sister, and her unseen servants? The world around her is unfamiliar, alien. For Quelaan, who has remained in the same room for centuries, the shock of waking somewhere new cannot be overstated. She can see again, but what she sees is a room that is not hers, in a town she has never seen before. These pictures, the ones with her face on them, only serve to confuse her further.

The sound of her own voice is strange in her ears. She stumbles over her own tongue, practically whispering into the device from which she heard voices.]

...h... hello?

Quelaag? Sister, are you there?

( [A. Action ❖ Backdated to the 14th (Flower event) ❖ Outside 1129 Taylor ❖ <i>Forget-me-nots</i> ❖ Locked to Spain] )

[B. Phone ❖ Present day.]
[For some reason, Belgium sounds kind of down.]

Hey, it's Belgium again.

I went to check on a few people, but they're...um...sorta gone now. So I was wondering if anyone was still interested in having the girl's meeting. It's going to be a little smaller now, but at least its something.

Also if anyone showed up, including from the same world as Canada is, you guys are welcome to come. I mean like I said before it's probably like you guy's normal meetings. Believe me, though, this meeting is far from the world meetings you can get!

[Phone]

...I wonder if this is what it feels like after a long week of drinking alcohol. I've never had any before, but I've read that blackouts are common when one binges. Anyways, I seem to have lost some time, so I apologize to anyone [she attempted to jump into the lap of as if she was a chihuahua instead of a wolf] I acted... unusual toward.

I do have a question for you all. How many of you consider yourself kin to canines? Dogs, wolves, foxes or the like...

[She then chuckles.] And Garviel? You don't count for this purposes of this call. But I'd like to see you.

Phone: Filtered from drones

For anyone who met me between the time the revival machine was broken and fixed, I was not myself. Nor was I myself during that ridiculous holiday the drones around here call Valentine's Day. So don't go getting any ideas about me unless I was shoving milkweed at you. That was me.

If you'd like to meet the real me, I will be holding a bingo night at 1671 Nelson. We need to get organized. I encourage leaders of other such groups to join us. It will be for the best if we try and work together.

1671 Nelson: Locked to household

[She's going to be making sure the children of the house are all safe and ask if they have plans for the night.]

Flower Shop: Open

[She's a bit distracted today, trying, and failing, to forget everything she did under the influence of that pink goop and the flowers. It'll take a couple attempts to get her attention.]

1671 Nelson: Open

[She'll greet those she knows with a nod, and ask for names of those she doesn't know. Then, she'll whisk you away to an underground base through a tunnel hidden behind what appears to be flawless wall in the basement. The room is furnished sparsely with a group of tables that form a giant rectangle, chairs ringing the outside perimeter of it.]

Underground Base: Open

[Once everyone is settled in, she will sit on the table.]

In order to get this thing running properly, I need to be more familiar with you all. Are you experienced with battle? Are you better with defense or offense? Do you still need training? Or, are you good with intelligence and technology? Maybe first aid and healing is your thing? I'll need someone skilled in each area to take charge of those units. Once we get a proper system going, we may be able to actually make a difference.

[ooc: feel free to join in the mingle thread for the last option, or create your own, and go ahead and hit up the Resistance Roster if you'd like!]