[Phone / Unfiltered]
H-hello. Is this object… am I using it properly? This is a… telephone, yes?

I’m still wondering what happened to me. But… I apologize for my actions. It was an attitude unfitting for… in honesty, anyone. I do not wish to become, er, “Great Goddess Supreme” of Mayfield, or be in any position other than figuring out my way around here. And perhaps being useful in any upcoming… skirmishes.

Please accept my most humble amends.

[Phone]

Alright.

So the whole....droning thing. Is it normal for people to stay like that for a long time? I mean, I know some people don't snap out of it, but...

They're back home, right? If they stay like that for good I mean. It means they're back home and out of whatever this is.

It's just...I'm curious.

[Action; Mayfield Public Library]

[There's a wiry, thin man sitting in the library and browsing the books. Though browsing might be a very simple way to put it: he seems to be examining them as hard as he can, brow narrowed. Not hoping to find anything about the town but as if he's trying to find something, anything, in the book itself. As if there might be some answer to a question he's looking for in the book. A way to just go ahead and lose himself in the book.

In the end, there isn't. But that doesn't keep him from looking through book upon book anyway. And he neatly puts each book back in their spot. And puts any books left out by others back in their spots as well. He isn't a librarian, but he could very well look like one.]

[Action; Downtown]

[Benson is trying to be as inconspicious as he carries several brown paper bags. He'd made a run to Grey's ABC and, to be honest, he'd rather people not see the amount of alcohol he's stocking up on.

Of course, because he doesn't want people to see it one of the bags has to drop to the ground. The sound of glass fills the area as the bag hits the pavement and becomes soaked from the liquor leaking out.]

God dammit...

[Benson is tempted to just leave it. To let the bag and it's broken contents lay there. But he can't. Some idiot might get hurt from the broken glass. He tries to pick up the bag only to have the bottom tear away due to being so wet, the broken contents spilling across the ground. Surely now, he'd have a good reason to just leave it be. To just walk away and-

No.

With an annoyed sigh, he puts the bags that are still in one piece on the ground and proceeds to start picking up the glass and wet paper and get it off the street.]

[1 - Phone]

I find myself with much time on my hands of late. I wonder - is anyone out there good at games of strategy such as Go or that Chess game that is popular here in the West?

I don't mind where it might be, but I believe I'll take the chess board we have here in the house out to the park.

I suppose card games will suffice, as well. And I do have a sword if anyone enjoys sparring. [Yeah, she's just That Bored. Beware: Miko is known as a genius, so games of intellect will be a difficult prospect for others.]

[2 - Action - park/anywhere you choose]

[You want to play a game? Come meet Miko at the park, or... just about anywhere else you might want to play a game with her!]

CITIZENS OF MAH-FEE-ELD!

Your cozy, sometimes evil, little town is about to become much more evil. I AM MEGAMIND and I am here to wreak more havoc than any villain has ever wreaked before! [He lets loose an evilly sinister laugh.]

...

Any questions?

[1 - Open phone call as she hasn't figured out all the tricks yet.]

'ello? [This was what she had seen someone do... At least, as much as she could see them do, these things were small and hard to see all the fine details of.]

Dunno what's 'appenin' 'ere but this place seems off. Neva' seen anythin' like it in my life. [The line goes silent for a few moments as she compares this to Cocoon and Pulse in her head, glancing around the area while she does so.]

An' I thought Cocoon was bad. [The words are a bit mumbled but still clearly discernible. At least, she's assuming this isn't Cocoon....]




[2 (Action) - Outside the house, front yard, at 841 Hastings Boulevard...]

[The........ Hell.

Fang's standing out in the front yard, looking up at the house rather confusedly. This place was too neat and clean cut for Gran Pulse and didn't have even half the technology she remembered Cocoon having. Every once in a while something would move suddenly or flicker by in her peripheral vision and set her on guard.

However, nothing ever came too close and nothing seemed to be threatening her. The passing bikes, vehicles and other things seemed odd. Sure they had things in Oerba and they also had the hover bikes and things in Bodhum but... These things seemed stuck between the two times almost... but not in the same instance. The puzzle pieces she's picking up aren't fitting together in her head. She woke up in a bed, in a house, that looked similar but at the same time, nothing like any house she'd ever seen. The clothing that had been around, that was in her size seemed... Horrific. Even if it had been Cocoon clothing, she could have dealt with it better than... This crap.

In the end there had been some clothing that seemed to belong to someone else she'd tried to put on. A man she suspected, but had no idea why there would be men's clothing in this house but... Yes, here she was, in the front yard, having tried to make who ever's clothing this was fit the best she could... And it looks quite awkward at the very least, if not utterly atrocious. It's probably earned her a few stares at this point but she's so wrapped up in trying to observe things and figure out just how things work that she's only partly noticed.

Noticed enough to realize that she probably needs to go change if she wants to avoid drawing a lot of attention to herself. Which, possibly being in enemy territory? Was most likely a good idea.

However, she's going to pause for a moment to take one last look around.]




[3 (Action) - Somewhere around town.]


[Okay, so, she's in (what she's guessing to be) her clothing and, hates it, but at least she's not sticking out like a sore thumb anymore. First rule of survival, don't attract unwanted attention to yourself. She'd learned that in the wilds of Gran Pulse and had adapted it when she woke up on Cocoon. Now, she's adapting it again waking up... Here. Mayfield she thought she'd heard someone call it. After scoping out the house more, finding her brand gone, her tattoo gone, her scars gone, her necklaces gone and well... Everything that she'd grown accustomed as being 'her' over her 21 years of life gone... Fang had decided it was time to figure out what the hell was going on here.

And the only way to do that? Recon.

Fang looks pretty determined, focused, alert and probably a bit out of place with all the drones.]

[Not long after Megamind's tied up the line with ranting and raving, Roxanne sneaks onto the phone herself, and makes sure he's not going to pick the call up from another point in the house.]

[That means this call is pretty low-voiced, almost whispered, as she's-- trying to keep him out of this.]

I'm sorry-- uh, for earlier. Megamind's -- having a hard time after a particularly... upsetting package in the mail. [HER FAULT. Oh the guilt.] Please-- he's harmless. Entirely. I promise. He's-- never hurt me, in all these years of insanity.

Just please-- don't bait him, don't -- don't engage him while he's like this. If he doesn't get a good challenge, he might come to his senses.

[...she can hope.]

Thanks.