Theo Crawford
01 March 2012 @ 09:14 am
53rd Resurrection  
[Action A: Anyone inside or around 337 Brady Lane today will hear a lot of noise. The sound of a man yelling, some banging noises and the loud cawing of crows. Seems Theo's familiars are worried about their master, who lately only leaves the house to meet his minimum work requirement. Crows are smart birds, and familiars are even smarter. They've managed to steal his keys and lock him out of the house, and won't let him back in. Anyone inside the house who tries to open any doors or windows will be interrupted by Deimos, who caws and flaps wildly at that them, getting in the way. Theo is yelling from the porch at Phobos, who's cawing at his master from inside the front window.]

No! I told you! I haven't been outside because it's fucking cold out! Let me back in or I swear to Christ I will just blow the roof off and come in that way!

[Except then the house would be cold, too, and he might get droned for all that property damage from his spell casting. Whoops.]

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[Action B: Not really sure what to do with himself, Theo will be walking around town. Huddled in his coat, he's got a cigarette popped in his mouth and looks ten times more miserable than usual. Being March 1st, the snow is starting to melt in Mayfield, and it's not nearly as cold as it was in the winter months, so that's something. Theo really hates snow.

Clearly the solution to his perpetual boredom is to get some wine from the store, sit on a curb somewhere in town and practice some spells. Drunken casting is the best casting. Half-finished bottle of red wine and some spell components at this side, Theo has his spell book out and is making notes as he works. Lately he's been using his gravity spells for levitation. Small to medium-sized objects will be tested upon - nearby trash cans, bicycles, whatever's not nailed down. Maybe if he works out the kinks and can get bigger things, say people, to fly, then maybe he can get himself back in the house by flying up to a second-story window. Even if using spells to fly was a little tacky where he came from, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Care to join him or see what he's up to? Maybe your property or even yourself are the victim of his spell testing. Whichever it is, come bother the cranky mage.]


 
 
Quinn X. Hatch
01 March 2012 @ 10:02 am
26th Fix  
[Phone call, filtered from NPCs:]

Hi, guys. Before it opens for the season, I was thinkin' maybe I would see about takin' hold of the drive-in so we can watch some good movies for a change. Whattaya think? I know it still ain't all that warm out at night, but any time we get to have a drone-free party is good for me. Hell, we can make a party out of it. Watch a coupla movies, maybe bring some food, and I can DJ afterward... We can maybe build a fire or somethin'. Any ideas? Oh, and since I got hundreds 'a movies in my collection, if anyone has suggestions, I'm willing to hear 'em. Granted, we might not be from the same universe, so I may not have some things you're lookin' for.

[That, and he's afraid he might owns more movies where people in Mayfield star as characters, so he has to be careful. That would be way way too awkward.]


[[OOC - maybe I can put up a log post this weekend or next for this!]]

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[Phone call filtered to April Sinclair; not even close to being hackable, kthxbye]


Hey there. I'm thinkin' maybe we should talk...?

 
 
01 March 2012 @ 02:30 pm
Mayfield 22: Navel Gazing  
(Spy's understanding of psychology is limited to the pop-culture understanding of Freudian analysis. So though he knows that his recent non-platonic feelings for the RED Engineer are flower-induced, it still bothers him. He's not too bothered by having fallen in "love" with a man, an enemy for that matter; the Spy's somewhat of a hopeless romantic, it's just that he always thought that sort of thing only happened to other people. Even without his pre-BLU memories, he was fairly certain that his life was always a pattern of remorseless utilitarianism.

He makes a phone call while in the private office of his barber shop, filtered away from Team Fortress 2 canon-mates and housemates just in case.)

I may be in need of a psychiatrist. Or perhaps a neurologist.
 
 
Sarah Jane Smith
01 March 2012 @ 09:29 pm
Investigation 13: The first rule of Feminism Club is please talk about Feminism Club  
[Phone, filtered to the non-drone women]

I know I'm not the only woman here who finds the gender roles Mayfield tries to force us all into incredibly frustrating. The women's liberation movement may not have really gathered steam for another decade, but it was certainly not this.

International Women's Day is on March 8th. The drones would never celebrate it, of course, but I think we should hold a gathering. Some of us have figured out fairly effective ways of navigating around the restrictions and it would be a good opportunity to share that knowledge.
 
 
the doctor
01 March 2012 @ 10:43 pm
[IX] and in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat  
[Voice]

Well, that's nice. A nice gift. One of many from Mayfield, always look forward to one after a particularly horrible time.

And yes, I'm being sarcastic. Getting my head cut open and then being forced to kiss people, and all I get is the bloody Pandorica? Which is, because you're all curious, the greatest prison ever created that looks sort of like a rather large box and about a year ago I flew it into an exploding TARDIS to reboot the universe and save every living thing. Yes, you're welcome.

By the way, if I did kiss you a few weeks ago, you're very welcome for that too. But not quite as welcome as for saving the universe, which is, rather more impressive. But still, I've been complimented quite often on my kissing. Though, I really wasn't planning on kissing anyone at all so don't expect any repeats.

...And back to the Pandorica. Right. Well, if anyone wants a rather large and ugly stone box, I'll freely give you this one. Fits one person inside. Maybe two if you're small. Also, may or may not have restoring powers. Dunno anymore.

Still, if you can drag it off my lawn, it's yours. Use it for a cage for your more annoying friends or something, I don't care.

[Action at 1338 Benny Road.]

[It's easy, even at night, to notice the large, eight feet tall and eight feet wide, and slightly glowing cube sitting in the front yard.

As one passes by the house, it becomes obvious that one side of the box is opened, two doors sliding outwards to reveal a chair. And in the chair, bathed in a soft blue light that comes from inside the box, is the Doctor.

He's curled up in the chair, knees to his chest, and staring blankly up at the sky, lost in thought. It's odd to see him so quiet and so still, and the with the complete absence of any energy, he barely seems like the same man who made the earlier angry phone call.

Whatever he's thinking about, it certainly has a deep hold on his mind as he doesn't seem to even notice anyone approach.]
 
 
buildstherobots
01 March 2012 @ 11:36 pm
spread the word, tell a friend, tell them the tale  
[voice]

Hmph. You people don't know how good you've got it. Don't realize how lucky you are to have me.

[Remember Dist? He's still an idiot. He sounds so convinced of his necessity, too.]

I'll have you know I've started printing copies of my letter again, with an additional note towards all those irritating hero types we've been getting lately. Best to cut them off at the start of things, before they make us suffer the consequences of their naivete. I removed the timeline at the end, as well, as it was mostly taking up room and was difficult to edit comprehensively. Thus, you'll mostly find the bare basics, and brand new prisoners will make the best use of it, but you can't deny that arming them with information is a necessity. Until they understand how Mayfield works, they're only dead weight.

If you're looking for a copy for yourself or distribution, you know where the library is. I'll be at the front desk, because working in the shelves is annoying.

[action, library]

[If you happen by the library, true to his word, Dist is sitting at the front desk, alternately reading, doodling machine schematics on spare pieces of paper, and building what looks like a very tiny device; he's making no real effort to hide the fact that he's not actually working. Next to him is a tall stack of the letters, which are free to take. He is keeping an eye out for anyone who might be in the town's employ, but only halfheartedly. He's more worried about being punished than "letting it go into the wrong hands."]




(If you're just looking to give the intro letter to your character, you don't have to post in if you don't want to; I just wanted to get it back into circulation, so handwaving "quietly taking a note off the stack" is fine. I love CR, though. ^^)
 
 
Varon
01 March 2012 @ 11:41 pm
◊7th Ride◊ From the Inside [Phone]  
[Private to Olivier Armstrong]

Yeah, this is Varon. We met briefly and you gave me that work-up 'bout the town after you shoved milkweed under my nose. Sheppard said I'd be a good candidate for the Resistance. I'll be brief.

She's seen me 'round on campus and interviewed me. I got plans worked up...mostly notes about what's goin' on an' things. I've been a prisoner when I was thirteen so you don't have to worry 'bout me crackin' under pressure. I've got somethin' worth protectin' here and I'm wantin' in.

A call back is appreciated.

[Private to Asagami Fujino]

Um...this is the first time I ever did this but I wanted to wish you a good night. I'll pick ya up in the mornin' for school.

[Open to all]

Listen up. Anyone so much as touches Fujino will have to answer to me. She's mine, got it? Anyone got a beef with that, I'm all ears.