[502 Ricardo and Neighboring Areas]

[Thrall had found a card in his package that morning from the mailman. Turning it over, there was a rushing noise and the similar light swirling around him. As if something was unlocked once more. Reading the text he chuckled.

Ghost Wolf
6% of base mana
2 sec cast.
Turns the Shaman into a Ghost Wolf, increasing speed by 30%. As a Ghost Wolf, the Shaman is less hindered by effects that would reduce movement speed.

Walking out the door he concentrated as his hands glowed with power as he cast the spell. His body changed in an instant and a cloud of smoke and sparkling magic as he was now a Ghost Wolf which scratched his hind leg.]

How interesting. Perhaps I will go out for a run today then.

[Action everywhere small children with wings can feasibly get into]

[Flandre should have been wary of the things that came in the mail, but like a lot of things expected of her, she was…kind of the opposite. There hadn’t been any unpleasantness yet, aside from her crystal wings being in a box which was just…strange. Her batlike wings had remained properly on her back and Sakuya had taken the unattached things away shortly afterward. This time was no different—she just felt better, after opening the letter. There was a picture of herself on it, and when she touched it, she could fly again!

…for about a wingbeat or two. Sometimes three if there was a favorable headwind. But when she couldn’t get off the ground by herself before, this was amazing! And she immediately hopped over the nearest fence.

…she hadn’t meant to be gone long, but time tended to get away from her. Besides, the drones were creepy.

It may be your fence the little vampire’s trying to flutter over, or your yard she’s blundered into after she fumbled her latest attempt. Or more deliberately flopped over in your yard because she’s tired and the grass has dandelions in it and she’s looking at them again.]

[Barton doesn't usually use the phone much, but she figured she better make this call.]

... Heinz Doofenschmirtz is droned. For good. His stuff's all gone.

...

Does anyone have garage space I can borrow? Damn drone kicked me out and tossed out all my stuff. "Not fit for young ladies", my ass.

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[Later, housemates and passersby will find Barton out on the driveway and lawn, sorting her tools and projects, looking them over, and boxing them up. She'll be using her telekinesis to move the bigger things. Why yes, that box is floating over the lawn.

She'll also be sitting with a drawing pad, sketching out some plans. With Gohan's beach under way, she might not have much room. But if she can't use that garage, she'll just build her own work shed. Feel free to stop by/pester/etc.]

voice;

Are we all done with last week? The bucket jokes? Did we have to have one every five minutes? Also, to whoever it was that hung a picture of a naked lady across the front staircase? Yeah, I really didn't need to see that the afternoon after I had to explain the basics of how troll reproduction works to a friend of mine.

And no, I'm not explaining it over the phone. Go ask one of the grownups with grey skin and candy-corn horns. They can explain it better than I can.

...and just so everyone's clear, um. The encyclopedias in the school library explain how human babies get produced. Don't ask me to explain it either, just go look in the glubbing book! Glub.

Anyway. Eraser guy - we're cool, right? I mean, after I threw it back at you after it hit me.

...no one got hit too badly with anything, right?

[Action]

[Firo's leaving 1246 Williams Road late in the morning when he spots his regain. Outwardly, the car's nothing too remarkable. Except that the sides are badly scratched and the windshield is mostly broken. The thing's definitely been through the wringer.]

What the-? This thing..?

[It's not even his, unless... The sudden presence of the car has Firo a little unnerved. He knows he's seen this before, and he's pretty sure it's Szilard's. That brings up a question: why did he regain it?]

The hell is goin' on here..?

[He growls and marches to the vehicle. Though this is worrying him- he's been trying to just forget about Szilard- he's going to do his best not to show it.

After a few moments of slowly circling the car, he attempts to push it into the street. It stays stubbornly in place. Passers-by might see Firo glaring resentfully at the car before kicking it in the tire. He'll be alternating between attempting to move it and anxiously examining it.

He's not Szilard, Mayfield's must just be trying to mess with him.]

[Phone]

[A little later in the day, Firo picks up the phone. Trying to sound casual, he asks:]

Hey, have any of you ever gotten somethin' from Mayfield that's... not exactly yours?

[ACTION - 726 ANDERSON LANE - EARLY AFTERNOON

What on earth could that massive package addressed to the Riddler possibly be? It's been at his doorstep since dawn. Having shoved said package down the driveway and into the garage, Edward takes his cane in hand and uses it much like a crowbar to pry the wooden lid off the top of the box. He begins to dig through all the packing peanuts before stopping very abruptly at the sight of a glowing orange symbol...

It couldn't be...

He shakes his head in disbelief, but after a bit more digging, the rest of his package is unearthed...

PHONE - FILTERED FROM DRONES]

I need a wheelbarrow. [No questions asked.] Now.

[ACTION - AROUND MAYFIELD - AFTERNOON

There's a man in a loud green suit en route to the Post Office, carting something veeeeeeeery sensitive in a wheelbarrow, hidden beneath a thick tarp. And if you're blocking his path on the sidewalk, there's a very good chance he'll grumble at you in a clipped, almost frenzied voice:]

Get out of my way.

[Oh, and yes. You might want to avoid peeking beneath the tarp, if you know what's good for you.]

Action - 5725 Cunningham Lane - Morning - for Riza Hawkeye

[How long has it been? A month? A month and a half? Far too long since the Valentines debacle, which makes it far too long since he's had a normal conversation with his subordinate. To call the air between them 'tense' would be an understatement. It's not the same kind of tense as with Olivier - they're certainly not in danger of killing each other anytime soon - but they hardly seem like the same duo they were previously.]

[Sure, things are still professional between them. After all, they're nothing if not professionals. But that underlying warmth, the banter, the familiarity - it's vanished away, leaving only an awkwardness that Roy Mustang refuses to bear one minute further. He's a Colonel. He's the future Fuhrer of Amestris]

[And he will not let his life be dictated by awkwardness and inaction. Not when there's something he can do. Unfortunately, with the way they've been avoiding each other, that something is to wake up ungodly early, grab a chair, and sit himself in it blocking the exit to their bedroom.]

[Let the waiting game begin]

Action - Evening - Grocery Store - Open

[Mustang's out and about doing some grocery shopping! Not that he really cares, he's just throwing TV dinners into a basket without a care in the world. Funny though - that massive bandage wasn't on his right hand yesterday. Once his cart is properly stacked, he nods at it happily]

That should do for another week.

[Anyone who picks up the phone tonight may hear part of a conversation from a random drone housewife speaking in hushed tones.]


Oh, of course I love my darling husband, but I do wish he wouldn’t spend quite so much time down by the tavern. The children do need to see their father more often – goodness knows I try, but I’m just a woman, I can’t set a firm example around the house! I wish he knew how difficult it is to time when to cook dinner so it’s still hot when he gets home when he doesn’t even call – oh, but enough about that nasty subject, let’s talk about something else. Did you see that dress Mrs. Johnson was wearing the other day?

[Alternatively, they may hear a teenage girl chatting with someone.]


Ugh, my mother is such a square. Can you believe she won’t let Bobby take me to Make-Out Point? He just got a new set of wheels, too! Talk about totally grody. And I hear Mary’s mom caught her and her main squeeze necking by the lake and didn’t even do anything! I wish I could have her parents.

[Location: 309 Miller Street]

[Some days, it's good to have hired help. Or at least repairable mooks. As Eggman watches outside, his Egg Walker now back in his possession, his Egg Pawns are busy opening the two boxes he received from after the pranks. The first box is opened and one Egg Pawn is shocked as a second has his head knocked off by the spring-loaded punching glove. The other box is soon opened and two more Egg Pawns are sent off running as the swarm of angry bees come running after them. A fifth Egg Pawn grabs the abandoned box and returns it to Eggman.]

Sometimes it pays to have good help.

[He can't help but stick his finger in the honey and take a taste of it.]

Mmm, yummy!