[SCHOOL]

[It was after classes today, and Tieria was passing the time doing some studying to keep up with his work so he didn't get droned. Beyond that, he didn't really see a point in doing any of this. It really was rather silly. While he studied, part of his mind drifted to other things. Recent happenings that had been bothering him.]

~*~*~*~*~*~

[HOME, 748 Patridge]

[He got home just before dinner as their droned mother was setting the table. She smiled at him, asking if he'd been late at school again because she was a little upset he hadn't been home to help with some of the chores before dinner. Another reason to stay and study... avoid having to do silly household things that really were just distractions from trying to find a way home in his mind. He waved off the questions, offering short non-answers to satisfy her and turned to make his way up the stairs to his room.]

{A. 愛 Action: 2241 Stevens Road}
[Something isn't quite right. She knows that before she even opens her eyes. The sheets aren't hers, for one, and the bed itself doesn't feel right. She opens her eyes and immediately pushes herself up.

Not her shuttle, nor is it anywhere she recognizes.]

Wǒ zài nǎli?

[Carefully she climbs out of the bed, pushing her tangle of dark curls from her eyes. Glancing once around the bedroom, she creeps over to the door, pulling it open.]

Hello?

{B. 愛 Phone}

Nǐmén hǎo. [Inara's voice is soft and even soothing, though she herself is actually very on edge at the moment.] My name is Inara Serra, and this is quite possibly the strangest thing that's ever happened to me.

[There's a slight pause before she continues.]

That's not the point though... Actually I was hoping that there might be others here who I know. Kaylee Frye? Simon or River Tam? [Another small pause.] Malcolm Reynolds?

{C. 愛 Action: Around Town - later in the day}

[She had found clothing - nothing of her own, but it had all fit her right down to the undergarments. It was possibly the most disturbing thing she'd experienced and she'd truly experienced some disturbing things.

She had needed to get away from the house, needed to clear her mind - needed to do that without looking at all the photos she didn't remember being taken. So she has no idea what she's looking for, but she's wandering around the town, glancing into the various stores she's passing.]


((OOC: Hover over the Chinese for translations))

I ❥ phone (14th) ❥ action optional for housemates 

Ah, hello, everyone! This is Euphemia. I have a question, if you don't mind. I heard some people talking about something called "White Day" today in class. I understand it's a Japanese holiday, but I don't know much more. Could someone possibly explain it to me?

II ❥ Mayfield High ❥ afternoon

[Someone has, unwittingly, become one of the "populars". She was used to attention itself, sure. Comes with the territory of being a princess. But in this place? She was used to being treated the same as everyone else. So it was more than a bit unnerving, having some of the drone girls worm their way into her personal space, denying that they'd ever called her a nerd on her first day of school.]

Are you busy today, Euphie?

Not particularly...

Let's go to the drive-thru then! It'll be swell!

I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

C'mon! That's not like you!

[Don't mind her while she searches for a way to get out of this awkward conversation. Possibly by coming up to you, if you look like a teacher, or doing some sort of eye-to-eye help signal.]

[So some time ago, Negi regained a jar of red and blue pills, and had put them away just in case he ever needed them. Unfortunately, he'd almost forgotten about them, until he found them under his bed, hidden away so thoroughly he almost missed it the first time.

But these aren't your ordinary pills, oh, no. They're definitely what explains why there's an older-looking version of Negi coming down the stairs.]

[ACTION - on the way to school]

Nagi! Oh, hey there!

[Negi blinks, then turns around, smiling politely. It's a drone, of course, walking up to him with a sense of urgency.]

Ah, good morning to you, sir.

Where have you been, man? You've been missing for days!

[He...actually looks sort of taken aback by this.] What do you mean?

You know what I mean! Being absent for three days...the teachers have been throwing a fit over it.

But I don't--

Come on! You don't wanna miss school again, do you?

[Poor kid. He's looking ever more confused--after all, he attended school yesterday, so why would he be absent for three days straight? Someone should explain to him that since, technically, he's a teenager now, he should be attending high school.]

[ACTION - High School]

[So now Negi is lost all over again. It was simpler in elementary, really, and the fact that the drones treat him as if he's always attended this school does not help his confusion one bit.

So don't be surprised, then, when a rather handsome young man taps you on the shoulder.]

Excuse me, I'm sorry if I've interrupted you or anything, but I'm a little lost...

[Or, of course, you can encounter him during lunch break, eating on his own at the table. Feel free to sit down next to him, heaven knows he needs the company.]

((OOC: Just a heads-up, I'll be replying with bishonenteacher, for all the older!Negi [aka Nagi] icons.))

A: 1768 Beaver Street

[After... some time of working on it, Davis is finally unveiling the thing that has caused a few banged knuckles, splinters, and frustration for him in the garage over the last little while. It's the scratching post to end all scratching posts, a scratching complex, really, that includes two posts wrapped in carpet and supporting a carpeted crate. There's a hole in the front of it, and it should be more than big enough for their resident man-eating lion cub kitten.

It's after work, but before supper, when he drags it out of the garage and into the living room, stepping back a moment to admire his handiwork before calling out,]

Simba! I have something for you.

B: phone

Does Mayfield have a book club? Or even a book exchange? Not like the library, but books that we've been sent from home.

Action: Locked to Hong Meiling at 340 Brady Lane

[Feli pokes his head around the corner, looking very nervous.]

Ve? Meiling, can I ask you for something? It's not something big, but I thought I'd ask you anyway and you and Patchouli and Koakuma can come along too if you guys want...

Phone
Pronto? Buongiorno everyone, this is Feliciano Vargas! Err...if you know me from my home or if you've met me here in Mayfield, than I'd like to invite you to a pasta party at my place, via Brady Lane 340 this coming Friday night at 8pm. There'll be different sorts of pasta, some risotto, and I'll be making tiramisu for dessert! I just want everyone to have a good time and enjoy themselves, so please come by on that day! Grazie e ci vediamo~!

((OOC: Feli is throwing a pasta party on this coming Friday the 16th of March. Information is in this post. Thanks!!))

(in which kex catches up on a lot of regains)

[action, park]

[It has been a very long time since N's checked his mail, so it's understandable that a thing or two has gone unnoticed. Four things, actually; three boxes and an envelope. He absconds with the whole lot off to the park, where he's set up a semi-permanent shelter beneath a tree, and settles in to inspect the contents.

The first is the envelope, and when he opens it there's no paper actually inside. It's pretty baffling, at least until Purrloin comes to settle in his lap and he hears something he hasn't heard in ages.]

What's in it?

[It's... He heard him. Purrloin, he heard his voice. N just has to confirm it.]

Wh-what did you say?

Oh, you heard me that time? I wanted to know what's in the boxes.

[Okay, N might be just a little bit too overwhelmed with emotion to react properly just yet. Pidove and Scraggy are having something of a mock battle outside, and it just...

He bites back relieved tears and scratches behind Purrloin's ears, then opens the rest of the boxes. Two Pokéballs, and... and his crown. The one Ghetsis had coronated him with, marking him as Team Plasma's king. Kind of a downer considering the rest of his things; for now, he sets it aside and releases his friends from their traps. He was not expecting to see who materialized.

Zoroark, the one friend who's accompanied him his whole life.

Reshiram, the Pokémon he'd tested himself and his ideas of truth in order to befriend.

Yeah, now he's crying, but it's not sad. N collapses forwards, Zoroark catching him and Reshiram lowering his head and extending a wing over the lot of them. Yeah, this is a happy reunion.]

[action, around town]

[Finally, N is somewhat confident enough to go wandering about town, though as usual he's not alone. Rather untypically, though, who he's accompanied by is a person... people... ...a person who switches forms every so often, usually when they see someone who looks more interesting. Also, the giant white feathered dragon flying overhead, who occasionally lands on a building to wait for the pair to catch up. That's there too.]

 [It's spring...almost. But it's starting to get nice so Ai can be found.

A. Outside her house sitting on the staircases, surrounded by paper cranes. She's making another, while a cat is sneaking up on one to the left of her ready to jump on one of them.

B. Are you walking down the street? Do you feel like you're being watched? That would be the small girl sitting on the telephone pole watching you walk by.

C. In the park. Jumping in puddles. Doesn't seem to be paying attention to people walking by. Hope she didn't just splash you....]

[ phone ]

Hi everyone! Jade Harley here again, and I had an idea I wanted to talk about! I got back one of my computers a while ago, but I haven't really been able to do anything with it. I think I remember someone mentioning they had set up a wireless network for Mayfield, but if only a few of us have computers, that's not doing us a whole lot of good, right?

So I was thinking, we have a lot of really smart people here, and people with cool magic powers, and I know a lot about computers myself too! I think that maybe if we put the brains and the magic together, we could make some more computers, and set them up somewhere, like the library! Then anyone could use them, and, I dunno, computers are pretty great and with more people able to use them, I bet we could accomplish a lot of stuff!

Uh... I don't really know what kind of stuff yet, but we can come up with that later!

Is anyone interested?

[ mayfield high ]

[ Jade's skipping class to hole up in an empty classroom, where she is dissecting her lunchtop with the utmost care. She doesn't seem particularly worried about being caught out of class, as she's left the door wide open while she works. ]

[ hardware store ]

[ At some point after school, Jade can be found perusing the shelves of the hardware store. Sadly, a 1950s hardware store is hardly equipped to build any sort of computer. She frowns, folding her arms and loitering about. ]

Well that sucks!

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Those who are in Diana's classes will find a new little companion on her desk just scuttling around as she moves it around with the eraser of her pencil. She's trying desperately to hide her smile. Hey, at least it's better than listening to yet another droll lecture of stuff she already knows.

During lunch, though, she can be found in the music room busy playing the piano in there with her companion on the top part of the piano. It seems like it's happy to be with its' master.

Any other time, the companion can be found making his home in Diana's suit, being carried along for the ride. ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. After School. ]

[ It's a project she's been working on for months now, but Diana can finally feel the fruits of her labor paying off. She places a few wires in where they need to be before sitting back in her hoverchair, sighing and wiping the sweat off of her brow. ]

...Finally.

[ She decides to admire her work a bit more before heading inside. ]

Hey, N! Mokou! Nall! I've got something I want to show you guys!

[ Phone | Filtered to Emmett Brown. ]

I heard you wanted to speak to me, Mr. Brown?

[ Phone | Filtered from drones. ]

I've been wondering if there was any sort of engineering team or club set up in Mayfield. I know we have a few people who do build things, however, as far as I'm aware, there is no central area to meet at or to discuss plaans with. It could be of great value for those who cannot obtain materials easily, such as those who are treated like children and women, who are unfairly subjected to the rules Mayfield has set up.

I wouldn't mind setting something up, but before I do, I would like to have some prior interest first.

Thank you for your time.

[Action: 3472 Erwin Road]

[Shoutaro groans as he reaches up to pull his hat off his face. He remembers falling asleep at his desk. Which at the moment is not feeling like a chair at all. Maybe Phillip and Akiko moved him?

But, moving his hand reveals not a fedora covering his face, but a starchy pillow instead. He sits up, groggily taking in the surroundings. Stark, white ceiling with....really strange-looking wallpaper. A room that he's never seen before in his life. And an even stranger woman sleeping beside him.

He, of course, takes this in his usual, Hard-Boiled stride.]

EEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?

[Action: Downtown Mayfield]

[Shoutaro has (eventually) found something suitable to wear in his so-called wardrobe, including a semi-decent fedora...nowhere near as stylish as his own several. He's made his way downtown to get away from the 'people' in his house.]

This has got to be a dream. It's just got to be. What in the blazes is this place?

[No amount of posturing is going hide his anxiety, or frustration at waking up in this place. Maybe you can come over and try to calm him down a bit?]

{Action - Open to neighbors and anyone else who might be passing by... seeing as Mal has no housemates.}
-- location: 848 Goldberg Street
-- time: Morning

[In a situation such as this, when Mal suspects foul play, he never takes the obvious way out because that often ends up being the wrong way out. That front door and even the upstairs hallway will remain empty and unused. Instead, any passersby may see a man crawling out of his bedroom window and edging carefully along the roof in his pajamas.]