[ Action - 914 Bilko - Morning - Day 2 ]

[If you're in the neighborhood this morning you might find Integra walking the perimeter of the yard. Dressed in head to toe black, with only a purple sash over her shoulders to break up the funereal attire, she flicks water from the small bucket on her arm at the fence line with a steel whisk.

A group of trollish-looking women of transparent blue shimmer in the air over the pavement on the other side, making an unholy racket while Integra finishes up her clearance of the property. They dig at the cement, pull at the neighbors' shrubs and throw rocks into the street before she turns to them, thundering,]

By the authority God has granted me, I command you to stop that!

[And they do, as if struck.]

[ Action - Around Mayfield - Day 3 ]

[Dr Spengler gave her a slime blower. Highly appreciative of new toys weaponry, Sir Hellsing will be putting this to good use, starting with the slime-coated citizenry. Enjoy your face full of euphoria!]

Action: Around town

(Day three of this madness and Django here has been doing battle with it since. It's on this day that Dr. Egon developed something to battle the effects of the angry slime, leaving the solar boy all too willing to help.

...okay, now to the good part. You'll probably see this guy speeding through the streets of Mayfield on his sexy new bike with his long, red scarf flowing in the wind. And yes, his bike has guns attached to it; guns that shoot solar bullets! He's also shooting down ghosts with his own solar gun, so anyone can see that this guy is on a mission.

He also has a vacuum cleaner provided by Dr. Egon to help him with his work. Overall, Django is looking totally badass as he makes short work of the ghosts while spraying happy slime on anyone with angry slime. You'll see him on the road as he slowly, but surely gets the done.)

[Thrall was NOT PLEASED. Not only he had stepped in mood slime and he was crackling lightning as he strode along, but he was being HAUNTED. Not just haunted by any normal spirits but the spirits of Taretha and Cairne. At least he thought it was them. They kept dive-bombing him as he fended them off several times with blasts of electrical discharge. Re-killing a ghost was possible back in Azeroth, but it was also something that was driving him mad because of his guilt of their deaths weighed heavily on his head. Everywhere he looked, the ghosts of fallen heroes also strode behind him, ranging from the figures of Sarufang the Younger to simple children who were slaughtered in the various wars.

Finally he turned towards the two ghosts and the phantoms of various other Azerothian denizens and yelled at the top of his lungs,} WILL YOU ALL PLEASE GO AWAY!

[This was accompanied by a massive crackle of lightning splitting the air.]

A - 1447 Mitchell Rd.

[Holland had regained a good number of things in almost a year of time in Mayfield. He had two rabbits now, his old friend Poffertje and another one of his pets, Soesje, both rabbits named after cream-puff like pastries. At least Poffertje was happy; he needed a lady-friend.

He'd also gotten by with comforting items like his pipe, his scarf, and even his coat . . . and this morning he gets something more. There is an envelope shaped like a card in the mail, and when he opens it on the porch, he's greeted by a picture of a field of tulips. For a moment he's distracted by the flowers, the relaxing colors and they weren't laid out too badly either . . . it definitely looked like something from home.

And that's when he hears the loud crashing and shouts from the kitchen. He'll run into the house, only to be met with an enormous pile of tulip bulbs filling the kitchen.

He could use those. ]

Don't damage them!

B - Mayfield Elementary School

[Holland is going to walk his new notdaughter Romana to school. In the cute little dress that Canada picked out, with her cute little pigtails she's. . . well, still Romana, but cute. Eat your heart out, Spain.]

C. Phone - Morning

For anybody who knew Italië Romana, she's back now only she's very small and she's living in my house now.

Spanje, you can't come over.

D - The Pharmacy

[Holland is hard at work, or hardly working depending on the time of day. For now, he's stocking shelves, a seemingly endless job. Now would be the perfect time to talk to him and ask him about his awkward personal life.]

E - Phone - Afternoon - to all

I'm staring a gardening business, because it sounds like a lot of people want to learn. You can come to a free demonstration at my house, 1447 Mitchell Rd. at 10 A.M on Saturday. Free pancakes.

[ooc: There will be a log for this. Also he may or may not have discussed the pancakes with Canada beforehand. . .]

A. Town - Anywhere [Backdated to March 21]

[All this fighting was lame. Poland's decided it's time to have some fun and get out of this grody mood once and for all! What's the best way to uplift one's mood?

Pranks, duh.

Apparently everyone in town is going crazy over ghosts of all things, so it's provided a perfect opportunity. Grabbing a bed sheet and making a few simple modifications Poland's masterful fantastic completely realistic ghost costume is complete!

He's just going to hide out and bounce out from behind objects around town to scare people. Prepare to be totally terrified!]


[OOC: Since Poland's hiding under the sheet, his usual shyness shouldn't be a factor. So if you're new and he hasn't met you before, expect no mercy! Unless the sheet is somehow removed of course.]

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B. Town - Tailor's: Later [Backdated to March 21]

[Poland's back from pranking and laughing about how much fun he had.]

Kyahaha! That was so much fun! So many hilarious faces! Like as if there's any such thing as a real ghost!

[He's so caught up in laughing he doesn't even notice his sheet brushing up against one of the sewing machines, which seems to have turned on by itself.

Apparently ghosts don't appreciate being mocked, which Poland will find out when the possessed machine suddenly starts sewing him into his sheet, turning it into some variation of a straight jacket.]

What the heck? AHH!

[A. Action • Everywhere • All Day]

[Sazh has gotten a vacuum cleaner from one Dr. Egon Spengler. Are you feeling hostile because of the slime? Getting chased by angry appliances? Sazh is your man. Right now he's pointing that nozzle in your general direction for one reason or another.]

Uh, sorry about this, but I think this'll be good for all of us.

[There's a click and the sound of a vacuum starting up. Congratulations! You and/or the hostile inanimate objects that might be chasing you are covered in happy slime. You're welcome.]

[B. Action • Outside 1130 Taylor Road • Early Evening]

[After a long day of happy sliming everyone, Sazh is pretty tired and is sitting on the porch of his house, finally taking time out to relax. Maybe he helped you out during the day or maybe you saw him helping out. Thank him or hug him, he'll be too pooped to protest. Or you can just say hi.]

[ A; Mayfield High; After school {Backdated to the 20th- Open to All} ]

[ They halls may be quiet, they might be whirring with the sounds of other teenage prisoners and drones bustling throughout the halls but coming from one the classrooms you hear: ]

Beginning the operation!

[ If you follow the sound of this one girl's voice, it will lead you to one classroom where Fran has made the teacher's desk belonging to a drone her own personal slab. She may not have her extra limbs with her it's not matter now, Fran is more than capable of opening this student drone's rib cage.

Requests for cosmetic enhancement are not foreign to the young scientist. But today she felt irritated, so much so it became distracting. Sucking the fat out with a dust buster became tiring. Ohh-- is this thing getting clogged already? This is beginning to be annoying! ]

[ B; 1671 Nelson Street; Night {Backdated to the 21st; Outside- Open to All} ]

[ Fran has a good head on her shoulders. Now that head is now sitting on top of a pillow on a lounge chair in front of the house. Try not to trip over the wires, her "body" is fixing tea. ]

[A. Action; Backdated to yesterday; around Mayfield]

[People who know Clover should be aware she normally has a bit of a temper.

Well, today, she's gotten some slime on her, and she is absolutely furious.

Furious because Mayfield is a hellhole and because the slime is gross and because she just is and there's a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something important is missing and that just pisses her off even more.

If you're a friend of hers and happen to cross her, be prepared to deal with loud tirades about nothing and, quite possibly, environmental damage. If you're not her friend, god have mercy on your soul. Except, well, she's just a normal person and she can't hurt you much, especially if you've got powers yourself, but.]


[B. Phone/Action; Equally backdated; 456 Stone Street]

[If you're anywhere in the vicinity, you'll hear something very curious. If you're paying attention to the phone lines, you'll hear it too:]

Fuckin'... Stop-- I'm tellin' ya-- GRK--

GRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!


[C. Action; Today; around Mayfield]

[Oh, thank goodness, it looks like someone got some of that happy smile on Clover! Look how she's grinning!

Wait... Why is she running towards you?]