A: [Mayfield High]

Morning:

[Everything seems okay with the Aussie teen as he walks through the halls. On the surface, he seems cool and collected but below the surface is a raging storm about to collide on the shores of tranquility at any mentions of drones. His home life isn't going to so well since he feels alienated even when he tried to reach out to them on more than one occasion.

He gathers his books from his locker and slams it shut, startling the drones that surround him. the only things good in his life are Fujino and his building projects.]

Afternoon:

[The quitting bell rings and he's waiting for Fujino as she gathers her things. All during class, he was not only quiet but he hasn't done anything to cause any trouble. This is uncharacteristically rare for him.]

B: [773 Bunker Street]

Morning:

[The morning time, he hasn't prepared anything for the family like he generally would and his morning workout is in the garage this time and not his usual jog around the neighborhood. No one bothers to talk to him anyway so he quit trying.]

After school:

[After his usual routine of taking Fujino home and spending some time with her, he returns home and says nothing. He hangs his keys on the hook next to the door and goes straight into his room.]

C: Around Town Evening

[Varon finally comes out of his room and goes for a run. His energy level is high but his mood is less than cordial. The drones don't even get a sideways glance their way from the teen even if they were being polite and offers him a good evening. He eventually stops at Fujino's house at the end but anything in between is fair game.]

A: Locked to residents of 1447 Mitchell Road; Morning

[Romana is alert as soon as she wakes up, her eyes wide and her metaphorical tail bushy. And then there's a large crash from her bedroom as she tumbles out of bed, instantly in a defensive positioned. This isn't her camp, this isn't one of Prussia's places, or anything she remembers France or Spain having, and it isn't her own land. That means panic.

But still, she tries to be sneaky. Creeping down the stairs as if that crash never happened, still staring at the strange nightclothes she's wearing she misses the string of photographs placing her as a member of this family. She also misses seeing the table holding the phone, running into and knocking it over with another crash. Romana jumps back, startled.

Then unknown to her it dials out, calling the town as Romana leans down to hesitantly poke it.]

B: Phone; Morning

What is this... Some strange piece of art I guess... weird sculpture.

[She calls out to the house, trying to sound brave, phone still in her hands] Hello? Is anyone here? I... Francia, if this is you, I'm going to kick your ass, I will!

I was going to do it anyway, but I'll do it now if I have to! And Spanga if this is yours it won't work, I'm independent now! I'm almost complete, and I'm not coming back, because I have very important things to do!

( Private )

[A: Home (Locked to Housemates)]

[One of the things Cain has been tinkering with, is the idea of some kind of rudimentary tracking and receiving device, in case of trouble around town. Something that would activate a signal amongst the others, so one housemate would know another was in trouble (or, more accurately, so he and Abel could know if one another were in trouble). Fiddling with the receiver box over breakfast to try and make it emit a tiny beeping sound, what he got instead was a horrible and high pitched SHRIEKING that echoed through the whole house.

Sorry, Abel... Amy... Rachel... hope you weren't sleeping!]

[B: Mayfield Elementary (Open to All)]

[Cain has been observing the drones for months now, watching the drone children and teachers to memorise their expressions and foibles. It was just a theory, but he wondered if the town could be tricked... if something like Mrs. Johnson happened again, then perhaps by feigning being droned, one could be safe? But of course, that meant the act had to be convincing. So he's trying it at school during the lunch hour, wandering up to friend and stranger alike with a vapid grin at his lips.]

Howdy there! Do you want to pitch a ball about with me, it's just swell weather for a game.

[C: Around Town (Open to All)]

[Cain is behaving most oddly as he wanders around the town today... he keeps ducking behind corners and into shop doorways, occasionally even crouching hurriedly behind parked cars. If anyone is paying attention, they might notice Cain is hiding whenever a certain dark-haired shotapire called Charles comes into view.

He's clearly as master stalker and should be told how amazing his ninja skills are... or laughed at, one of the two.]

[D: Around Town (Locked to Charles)]

[Wherever Charles stops, Cain somehow seems to be there. He's doing some shopping? Cain happens to be there buying a pastry for his brother. He's climbing trees to veg out and be lazy? Gee, seems Cain had the same idea as the weather is lovely for climbing trees and isn't it a coincidence we picked the same one? He's crying into his hands about being stalked? Cain will be right there with a handkerchief and a comforting hug.]

[hello Mayfield!! wow, Terezi sure is dressed as a fairy today. as a matter of fact, I have even rendered her symbolically for you. she looks just like this:]



[maybe Vriska had the right idea, and fairy costumes are the true path to Getting What You Want Out Of Boys. Karkat seems to be a fan of this sassy fairy that happens to hate everything, so Terezi assumes that if she emulates her Karkat will be totally impressed. either way, she hasn't spent the past week pricking her fingers with needles repeatedly for nothing. it's really hard to sew when you're blind, okay.

of course, Terezi knows that fairies aren't real. they are the fakest most unreal imaginary fakey fake things that ever were, and no amount of wishing can make them real. they are just so fake! fake. they do not exist. not at all. but she has deemed it okay to dress up like one, as long as she continues to acknowledge their inherent fakeness.

she's wearing her fairy costume everywhere. everywhere. she's walking to school in it, sitting in class in it, going to her job as a carhop in it, and picking up groceries in it.

she is also pestering everyone she runs into, because it's just a thing she does. she has a sack of glitter with her, and everyone she comes across gets a little pinch of it.]

I am a fairy! Except not really. You shouldn't believe too hard in me, because only wigglers believe in stuff like this. [tossing more glitter-] Did you know that if you think really, really happy thoughts, you'll be able to fly?


[ooc; it's been a long time since i advertised this and there's a lot of new players/characters, so! if you'd like to tag and haven't filled out terezi's permissions form yet, please give it a look! it'll help me out a lot when tagging your character.]

[Action ✍ Library; Late Afternoon]
[ After work, Raleigh is in the library and is surprised to see... that most of the books she finds are all informative. No fantasy, no mystery. Only educational books on cooking and cleaning.  There has to be something else here, right?

Now Raleigh is trolling the library, combing every aisle.  Every once in a while she'll take a book out so as to appear inconspicuous.  Of course, then she feels self-conscious about taking it out in the first place, so instead of putting it back she takes it with her. 

Yep, just a normal housewife, slowly circling the library with a ... a tower of books.  Yep.  Nothing wrong here.  ]

[Phone ✍ Evening]
... So. Um.

Heh, so this is going to sound pretty odd but is there any other place clothes? I-It's not that these clothes suck, I'm pretty appreciative that I have them but... well, I don't like them either. They make me feel old. It's like this real weird feeling of deja-vu, and I don't like it. So, like, does anyone know if I can get anything different? The shops in town aren't doing it for me. Like, I'll go for anything really. I'm not picky, not under these circumstances at least.

... well.  Just anything other than pencil skirts. I hate them.

[Action ✍ Park; Past Midnight]
[ Raleigh can't sleep.  No one really gets used to nightmares.  So Raleigh, despite her better judgement, decides to take a walk through the park.  The park is dark at this time, but there's enough light for her to make her way.  Once in awhile, Raleigh will stop to look up at the sky.  If there was one thing she liked about this place, it was the sky at night.  It was so clear. ]   

Phone | Public, Unfiltered:

[It's the day after Shirley arrives, and some time after her new housemate makes his own phone call, that Shirley eventually makes her own. She tries not to sound too scared, not wanting to burden anyone else with her worries, but there's still a lost uncertainty to this place.]

...Wha-what is this place...? I've been told a little bit, but I don't think I understand. Why would someone do something like this? It doesn't make any sense.

[A pause.]

Uhm. If it's not too much trouble, if you know anyone with the last name Fenette, could you tell me where he lives? Thanks.

Action | Around Town:

[Shirley is meandering through town, glancing in the windows of various shops. She seems highly alarmed by the drones, but if she meets eyes with someone who seems to have an actual consciousness in their gaze, she'll smile back at them and even wave.

Or you might just find her wandering through the rows and rows of houses, maybe down your block, looking completely lost.]