[Action A: 7135 Brooks, locked to housemates and possibly Marvelous and Ambrosia.]

[Tsukasa hasn't had a happy morning thus far. In fact, it could be said that he was in a lot of pain right now, due to the rum from the bonfire that Ambrosia threw the night before. He shouldn't have drank anything, but...well, he had to prove a point. What that point was, who knows.]

I'm going to kill both of them. I mean it.

[Its great to have friends, isn't it?]

[Action B: MacCready & Son's Law Firm]

Look, I just think that John needs to get his dog to stop going on my lawn. Is that so much to ask, Mister Kadoya? I may have to utilize your services soon if it doesn't stop.

[There is a click and a whirr, the drone blinking slightly as Tsukasa puts down his camera.]

Well, if you ever decide to do so, be sure and come back.

[As the drone leaves, Tsukasa just lays his head down on the desk, still suffering from the effects of a hangover. This day couldn't get any worse.]

[Action C: Around Mayfield]

[Tsukasa had lived through the hangover and the boring day at work, but now is the time to finally do what he really wanted to do: Walk around and take pictures. If anyone would like to be his subjects, they just need to talk to him!]

[ Action; Mayfield High School - Lunch/Afternoon {Open to All} ]

[ Fran is just making her way out of the hectic cafeteria. All of her books and notes are packed neatly inside her backpack. But what she doesn't realize is the big red stain on her shirt. Or maybe she does? Whatever it is, it's awfully noticeable and looks a lot like blood.

And oops! Did she just bump into you with her stained shirt accidentally? Hope you have really quick reflexes. ]

Ahh- excuse me!

[ Action; The Pet Shop - Afternoon/Early Evening {Open to All} ]

[ Rabbits or cats... Rabbits or cats...

Fran is in deep thought looking at a cage of rabbits. She keeps bombarding the shopkeeper with questions about their weight, what injections did they take, kind of diet do they have. Real pointless stuff if you just want a bun-bun hopping around your little abode. ]

Maybe some rabbits would be a good start...

[ Action; 1671 Nelson - Late Night {Housemates} ]

[ There is no rest for Fran tonight. The light in her room is dim so that she doesn't bother her other housemates but the door is ajar. She is too engrossed in...whatever she's doing. Notebooks and papers all over the place. All sorts of wires coming from god knows what.

It's a mess. ]

[Action; Downtown; Afternoon]

[Sure is Droog in his Very Dapper Hat and a suit, smoking a cigarette as usual. The one thing out of the ordinary is the large, brown-paper wrapped parcel he's carrying, roughly the size of his torso - a little taller, a little thinner.

Oh, and he's smiling. It's a bit frightening.]

[Action; Outside 463 Stone Street; Evening]

[Anyone walking around the area will no doubt hear the brassy tones of what is unmistakably a mighty fine saxophone. Droog is sitting on the porch, jacket and hat off as he plays his new instrument. It's all slow jazzy things, like dark bars and shady deals, a casual walk away from the crime scene. Sometimes he goes to something faster, jazz and flash and hard liquor.

He doesn't seem to be paying attention to anyone else around]

[Phone]

Being a banker kind of takes all the fun out of casing a place. Not that money means anything in this dump...

My point is: any of you have any skill with musical instruments? And none of those new age punk things or electronic ear-piercers. Real instruments.

Barring that, who plays pool?