Part A | Back yard of 5721 Cunningham Lane

[There is sound from the back yard. But it is not the usual grumbling of Groot. No, it sounds like a happy tune being hummed or whistled. Could it be that Groot is actually having a good day?

Yes, it does seem Groot is in high spirits as he moves about the back yard. He has sectioned off some edges of the back yard, and it looks like he is planning on doing some major gardening. Or at least getting ready to. It looks like he's gathered some vegetable seeds from leftover produce at the grocery store and has plans to set up a garden near the back of the house. But there's still some other areas he's already set up that have yet to have anything planted in them.

Of course, the drones stopping by giving advice is really starting to get on his nerves.]

I swear if one more of those drones ask me about a victory garden, I may very well see how helpful they would be as fertilizer...

Part B | Outside the flower shop

[So. This place. Groot has set up the vegetable garden alright, but he also wanted to plant some flowers as well. And he'll need to get more supplies as well. Which means going to this place of botanical enslavement. If he had the wealth, or felt he could get away with it, he'd just steal all those poor trapped plants, forced to grow in a stunted environment for the amusement of others, and plant them in more open and free areas such as large yards or the park. As it is, he'll have to make do with the small numbers he can save with his current means. Or he would if he would just go inside the store already. He's mostly just standing there, bracing himself, maybe trying to psych himself up to not get angry about what's going on inside there. Maybe offer some encouragement?]

[A. Action - John Doe Park]

[There was a Rin doing exercise in the park; push ups, sit ups, general warm ups. She was dressed in a severely modified track suit left over from one of the drone boys that had once made up their family unit, and the sleeves were pushed up and tied off with twine.

Falling into a martial arts stance, she moved around, trying to get a feel for her motions again, remembering the lessons Gohan gave her. It was in the middle of this kata that she slowed to a halt, wiping her forehead.

Going over to the pile of rocks that she had set up, Rin hefted one up, testing its weight. One verbal command later and Cure Rouge stood there, holding them with ease. And with that in mind, she threw it high into the air as the butterfly on her wrist sparked.]

Precure Rouge FIRE!

[BLAM, the rock shattered under the flaming butterfly impact, and fell to the ground.]

Nice, that worked out awesome. Now to see about the rest of it.

[Carefully, she moved over to the large boulder, and began to tug at it, the boulder shifting out of its foundations and soon Rin was holding it over her head.]


[B. Grocery Store]

[Having finished her workout and testing of Precure powers to make sure they were all working, Rin was doing the groceries. It wasn't that she didn't trust the drone mother to do her job, but it kept her occupied. She's looking a few bruised apples and putting them back while making a face.]


[C. Malt Shop]

[Rin wasn't a popular girl, considering her tomboyish ways. But there was a lot of things to taste there. She wanted to take a short break and get a soda before she returned home. She blinked at the menu.]

The heck is a float?


[D. 2242 Stevens - Housemates/Neighbors]

I'm home!

[Ignoring the cheerful welcome back from their drone mother, Rin brought the groceries in and started putting away the groceries.] Hey, Nozomi, Einhard, you two home? Whatcha want for dinner? [And totally consigning the meatloaf to the rubbish bin; it didn't taste good anyhow after the last fifteen meals of it.]

option a: closed to kyon; 916 bilko.

[Today seemed like an ordinary day in Mayfield. Yeah, right. Of course, Haruhi's most definitely going to do very horrible, horrible things to Kyon. ... Not that she knows that Kyon got turned into a girl because Haruhi deemed it so, not at all.

So ding-dong, Kyon. Answer the doorbell. Or else.]

option b: phone.

Ahem.

Today is a very special day! And that day, ladies and gentlemen is White Day! The day where you give back what was given to you on Valentine's Day. But that's not important. What's important is that I'm giving all you boys -- yes, boys -- and girls who may be interested in a cute teenage girl who does menial tasks!

That girl is the cute, adorable, Kyon-chan! Anyway, she's currently single and is willing to take anyone out on a date for one day only! That's right, here's your chance to go on a date!

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to call back. I'll take them into consideration.

option c: all over mayfield.

[And so, Haruhi and the now feminine Kyon will be going around town for various reasons... would you wish to actually bump into them?]

[OOC: Option B may be threadjacked by Kyon! And Option C is in this order: your character > haruhi > kyon.]

[Phone; filtered from drones and especially from John Egbert]

Evening, neighbors!  Some of you might know this already, but my son John's birthday is coming up, exactly one month from today on April 13th.  And since it's his first one away from home and all, I was hoping to do something a little special for him.  So I'm putting the call out to his Mayfield family, his friends from home, all the trolls he met on that Internet he's always playing around on, and any friends he's made here in town to give him the best birthday party a kid could ask for.  I'll take care of baking the cake myself, but we're going to need decorations, entertainment, snacks... oh, but nothing with peanuts.  But yeah, the whole nine yards.  The sky's the limit!  Nothing is too big for this one.  Money is no object.  I want to make sure it's a night to remember.  Oh, and most importantly: not a word of this to John in the meantime.  We're gonna pull off the biggest surprise party this town's ever seen.  The party will be on the night of April 13th, right after school lets out.  And if you want to get him a present but can't think of what to get him, he's always been really fond of clowns.  Just call me back or come over to 311 Miller Street if you want to help or discuss plans. 

Well, that's about all.  Hope to see you all at the party!

[Phone]

A thought occurred to me, friends. We're all from different worlds. Each one of our worlds follow different laws, invoke different means of progress through technology or even magic. However, they're all still very unique. Things that were impossible in one world is very possible in another. Limits exist in one while those same limits are nonexistent in others. There's little consistency.

And yet, Mayfield supports all of those with its own rules, of course. It's fascinating, isn't it? I'm sure many of you would understand!

I've been considering the idea of writing a journal, or a record, on all these different worlds and their distinctive features. Granted, it won't be all too comprehensive, but a journal filled with general, first-account information will be substantial for my purposes.

Well? Does this pique anybody's interests?

[Filtered to KINGDOM]

Ah... Would you mind coming over to headquarters for just a little while? There's someone who wants to meet all of you there.

[Action: KINGDOM]

[In the underground base of KINGDOM, past the all the series of caves and plantations, the Doctor sits waiting in his stone-carved throne. It's still not exceptionally comfortable, but thrones are what all tyrants sit in. Accompanying the Doctor in the room is Dist who doesn't seem all too well at the moment. A Red Crystal is still hovering over him, following if he should try to move away. The Doctor isn't looking at him at the moment, but across the room, waiting for more of his friends to appear.]

 [Action - All around town]

[A certain catboy is up to his usual routine, walking--or teleporting--around looking for mischief.

What one is likely to notice, though, is that today Schrodinger is wearing a Hitler Youth uniform. If people didn't know he was a Nazi before, it should be obvious now.

He's likely to approach anyone he sees and give them a friendly greeting.]

[Phone]

It has come to my attention that many of you seem to have great difficulty understanding the Schrodinger's cat thought experiment. I'm almost starting to get bored of explaining it! [Except not really, because he's found that the results of trying to explain it to people in Mayfield are often hilarious.]

So, let me ask...how many of you are already familiar with it? 

[Action - Park] 

Today, Astral is sitting in the park with a large pad of blank paper and a pencil. He seems to be staring at various objects for certain amounts of time before looking at the pad of paper and starting to draw- and this goes on for quite some time in fact.

The interesting thing however, is that something that most would pop out a 'gesture drawing' from is coming out as a full scale, heavily detailed and accurate pencil sketch, and he doesn't even seem to be finding this difficult unless one counts the fatigue his fingers are beginning to feel.

For the moment, he might actually have just finished a picture of a bird, the playground equipment...

Or perhaps you, in whatever pose you were in a few moments ago.

It really depends.

[Action A: 1248 Williams Road]

[Makoto was really comfortable in bed for a little while there, not really realizing that she shouldn't even be in a bed. And as she rose from the bed, she didn't really catch onto that fact until she was hanging her legs over the edge of the bed and was rubbing her eyes. Yeah, that was when she realized something was fishy about her surroundings. Once she got her bearings, she would have panicked about it if she didn't know better than that.

So, she moves to stand up and walk around a bit to investigate, when she realized that her balance felt waaaay off. Almost like her tail was--] Huh!? [Now she was going to panic and kind of yell in the horror of missing her tail.]

[Action B: John Doe Park]

[After getting the gist of what was going on around this place, Makoto didn't really want to stay cooped up in the house trying to figure out what to do. A good walk never hurt anyone, and maybe she'd come up with some sort of idea of how to fix the situation she got herself stuck with. Not that much was coming to mind. So there she was, just wandering through the park aimlessly, looking pretty down.

Half of that was that she definitely didn't ask to be human.]

[Phone]

[It's not until way later that she attempts to use the phone. This definitely isn't the first time that Makoto's been exposed to a phone like this, but it's definitely one of the first times she's had to use one. And she is probably going to end up making this as awkward as possible because of it.]

Uh... Am I doing this right? Pretty sure I am, I think! Heeeeelloooooo?

[She's still kind of bothered by the whole human thing to bother with trying to be all official and professional. Or say much of anything else right now.]

{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard }

[ Conan isn't doing much today, he's done his homework (with some difficulty due to the cast) and is now going over some extensive notes he has on the place-including his milk projects and the results he's gotten from various other projects. He also has a list of names and some observations he's made about them. Things like estimated Height, estimated weight, some personality traits, possible hobbies, and his personal thoughts on the person listed. Some them are flattering. Others... not so much. ]

[ He's obviously deep in thought as he reviews his notes, chewing lightly on the end of his pencil, occasionally erasing something and adding in something else. ]

{ →!Phone | Public }

Ne, I was wondering if anyone could help me with a riddle I've been working on. Also, is the person that was coughing up blood and collapsed on the street that I had to drag to sidewalk still around? Are you all better?

[Oh whoops. Someone bumped the phone off the hook! And just in time for a very interesting conversation to be heard, too.]

[... Because it honestly sounds as if there are two people arguing. Or one person is ranting and raving while the other sits there and takes it. One voice is lower, slightly more distorted than the other. It may be recognizable to some.]

[Someone got their crazy spirit friend back -- and said friend isn't entirely pleased with the situation they've landed themselves in.]

-- they amuse themselves with pointless questions and meaningless power struggles! With matters of affection. Trivial pursuits while those in power continue to hold back what is rightfully ours!

They restrain and shackle us! We are no better than tranquil! Animals, grown content with our cages!

[Something slams against a hard surface -- a hand into a countertop, probably.]

Something will be done about this. Such entrapment, such complacency will not last.

There is work to be done.

[The voice trails off, and there's silence for several long seconds. Finally, someone picks up the phone, and sets it back in its cradle.]

[... Only to call out again a few minutes later, as if nothing at all had ever happened.]

I... have a question, to any who might respond. In regards to our status here, in the town.