[Action to Household / Saturday night]

[Varon has tossed everything off his shelves from the fake soccer trophies to the pictures of his supposed teammates and friends. Everything about this place feels fake and he can't stand looking at it anymore. The false smiles, the pretense of having a family...all of it.

He growls and punches the mirror of his dresser that causes his knuckles to bleed from the glass shards. He doesn't stop there. Next, he takes the trophies and throws them out his window, causing even more glass to fall. All the frustration and hate he feels from this place is enough to cause not only damage to himself but to his supposed belongings.

Drones passing by stop and stare as one trophy zooms past the head of one by stander as he yells out.]

GET AWAY FROM THIS HOUSE!!

[They didn't move. This passive display the drones give sends Varon over the edge once again this time he vaults out the window and running toward the drones. His bleeding knuckles balled into tight fists.]

I SAID LEAVE!!

[Just then they break and scatter with the girls screaming in a highly dramatic fashion. Varon stops his pursuit and watches, making sure they never return.]

[Action around town / Sunday afternoon droned]

[Later that afternoon, Varon is picking up some items at the hardware store to fix the damage he did to the house. He's smiling with that fake plastered smile and he's humming some happy little tune. He's even polite as he passes people by.]

Good afternoon, folks. Church was swell today.

[To make matters even worse, he's wearing sleeves on his shirts, his hair is combed out and he has on a tie.]

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[ On this particular morning, you will come down into the kitchen to find not breakfast, but what looks like the aftermath of a tornado passing through. Drawers have been ransacked, their contents flung every which way, and at this point nothing has been left untouched. River is in the midst of all of this, still dressed in a nightgown, still rummaging and searching. ]

[ afternoon ; hardware store ]

[ River is dressed to the nines and looks as fabulous as someone forced to deal with a lackluster 1950s wardrobe possibly can, leaned over the counter and chatting almost venomously with the drone worker. ]

What do you mean I need my husband present to purchase a firearm? I'm perfectly capable love, more than you could even imagine.

[ The fuss is beginning to cause something of a slowdown for those doing their shopping, and River is quite disappointed that flirting seems to have no effect on the drone. ]

[ phone ]

You know, there's lots of good reasons why time travelers never stick around in the 1950s. Sure, if you're a white male what could be better, but I'd much rather break my way out of this transdimensional lock box as soon as possible. I'm a busy woman, very important time and space schedules to keep up with.

There aren't any Stepfords I should be looking out for, are there?

1. [Action :: Morning :: Streets of Mayfield :: Open]

[Tyve has managed to steal a nominally comfortable t-shirt and pair of pants from her drone!brother and is jogging around town. After all, exercise helps to keep a soldier (Even one who isn't full-fledged) in tip-top shape. And it gives her time to think. Feel free to run with her or ask why in gods name she's running so early in the morning.]

2. [Action :: Afternoon :: Shooting Range :: Open]

[Have a disgruntled girl dressed in a long-sleeved blouse, mid-length skirt and saddle shoes at the range today. Apparently while she was out running, drone!mom thought today was perfect for laundry and her usual uniform is in the wash. At least there's shooting to take her mind off the travesty. She's noticed a few drone stares but nothing she can't handle as she settles in and loads her rifle. She steadies herself, letting the butt rest against her shoulder and pulls the trigger. The first one is off target. Tsking at herself she adjusts the sights of the gun before shooting again. This time the bullet hits closer to the mark.

Feel free to talk to her or give her tips between shots. Just don't bring up the outfit.]

3. [Action :: Late Afternoon :: 727 Anderson :: Open]

[After a productive day of shooting, Tyve does the responsible thing and cleans out her gun. She had planned to do it in the house, but the hassle of the drones is annoying enough that she's currently on the front porch. She's humming to herself as she carefully clears out the barrel of the rifle, looking rather at ease with this activity. She won't say no to a little conversation right now if you're passing by.]

4. [Phone :: Open]

Ah, has anyone been beyond the edges of this town? I'm curious as to how large this place is. Also, how dangerous is it outside of the town? [After all, she wants to be aware of any dangers she may encounter as she continues to explore Mayfield.]