[Spades Slick has a thing for dogs.

They're good animals, dogs; one of the extremely few creatures that he's kind of actually somewhat come a tiny bit close to not completely hating. They're smelly and loud and pee on the carpet, but hey, so does Boxcars and Slick still keeps him around.

Not unlike his loutish minion, dogs are loyal and, more importantly, stupid. A dog isn't constantly scheming up new ways to fuck with you, like a cat or certain psychotic Dersite hellbitches. Dogs just obey you and bite your enemies and fetch the newspaper, asking only a bit of attention and the occasional belly rub in return. In short, they are Slick's ideal pet.

Up until now, of course, he's never had the chance to actually see one outside of pictures, Midnight City not possessing any life save for carapaces and certain green assholes not to be named. He did have those dalmatians at the fire station, but Slick had a nasty falling out with them after losing to them at poker.

No, what he needed were some pups that he could raise from scratch the beginning and train to be bloodthirsty killers. So when the words "pet store" hit Slick's ears, he knew he was going to have to be careful not to go overboard.

He's pretty proud of himself when he manages to leave the pet store having only bought 15 Scottish Terrier puppies.

Slick can be found:]

[A. At the park, having decided that leashes are for chumps, and the best thing you can do with a pack of newly-purchased puppies is to turn them loose on an unsuspecting populace. He is busy throwing tennis balls up and down the park and cackling when the entire pack of puppies go chasing after them.]

Nice hustle, boys! Remember, we start with tennis balls, then we move on to kidneys. Pick it up, Slick Jr, I want to see some sweat!

[B. Outside the bar, in the middle of a heated argument with a drone standing in front of the door. The puppies are sitting behind him, wagging their tails obliviously.] "No dogs allowed"!? The hell do you think you're talking to!? I'm gonna give you one chance to get the fuck outta our way before I sic these little monsters on ya. Better get moving mac or you're gonna end up Kibbles, capiche?

Still not gonna move, eh? This fuckin' guy. Give 'em hell, boys.

[Silence. The puppies do not appear to be willing to give 'em hell.]

Goddammit, boys, we talked about this! Just- one second, pal, don't go anywhere. You're gonna get the mauling of your life in a second, that's a promise.

[C. At home in his front yard, where Slick appears to have rigged up a bizarre scarecrow. In place of a head, he's taped up a white paper plate, and he has covered the figure with barbeque sauce. The puppies are, naturally, going at it with gusto, while Slick cheers them on with devilish glee.]

That's it! Rip 'im a new one, boys! Don't let him distract you with his stupid bullshit rambling, just focus on tearing him to pieces. I'll make you runts into Crew dogs if it kills me! Or you. Preferably someone else entirely.

[Action A - 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]

[It's a little late in the evening for someone to be baking, isn't it? But someone's baking. All the kitchen windows are open to let the heat out, and thus let the delicious smells out, too. While there are no pies cooling on the windowsill, they are cooling all along the counter. And there are plates full of sugary-sweet squares, and even a stack of cupcakes.

What the hell else are you supposed to do with your time when no one's out at night, you don't trust anyone, and you got a letter in the mail informing you not only of your membership in the Mayfield Ladies Club, but of your obligation to go visit some people and help with their problems. Normally she'd have nothing to do with it but... apparently this was her job and you had to do your job. Or else. So she was going to make the damned finest treats she could, and then shove them in their stupid faces.

Neighbors and passers-by, feel free to pester.]

[Action B - Around Mayfield, evening]

[Are you new? Are you upset? Did you just suddenly have a case of the munchies? Whatever the case... good for you! There's a knock on your door, and when you open it, there stands a vaguely corpse-like lady with a too-wide smile and the reek of rose perfume upon her, holding a pie. Or a container full of squares. Or some such.]

Hello! Is the lady of the house in?

[Action A: Maybe you work at the used car lot, or maybe you're just passing by. Either way, something is very noticeable about it: it's empty. Or rather, there's one car left, and standing in front of it is a drone couple, and a blonde man with a name tag - obviously an employee. The men shake hands and then the smiling couple get in the car and drive off in their beautiful new 195X Nash Rambler. The employee waves them off, a huge grin on his face.]

Enjoy! That car is guaranteed to put a smile on your face for a long time!

[Seems like the Smile Junkie speaks the drones' language. Elmer has managed to sell every car in the damned lot. He looks at the empty lot, satisfied. Of course, Mayfield will restock it in a day or so, but he doesn't know that.]

Okay then, I guess I'm done for the day.

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[Action B: Time to share the wealth. Elmer walks into the diner and announces to everyone:]

Oi! Lunch is on me! Order whatever you like, I've got it covered. So smile, okay?

[A: Action: Afternoon: Around town]
[Everywhere she looks, Rapunzel is finding something new, and each new thing inspires a mix of terror and excitement. She's so curious about this world, but she's also so, so worried about getting back...

Not to mention unsettled by the children in her new "home". But that's another story.

For now, she's exploring, so taken by the world around her that bumping into someone is entirely possible.]

[B: Phone: Evening]
Hello? I never did find out how this works. Hello, is anyone there?

(ooc| This is short and sucky and I apologize, but I'm well overdue for a first post.)

Good day Mayfield, there is something I would like to address to everyone.

Lately there is a measure of carelessness in the population, there is no consideration for the consequences, and no desire to face those consequences. There is no peer discussion and a small minority causes a lot of trouble for everyone else. This is a situation that must be fixed, all actions carry consequences, some of them only to you and your immediate acquaintances. Some however will have a greater affect on most if not all other residents.

This is not acceptable.

I have recently been make aware of an organization that wishes to mediate to make a balance. Good intentions or bad intentions will be treated the same, after all someone needs to watch those who will not take the time to consider the consequences. Since this is a goal I can support fully I am announcing my intentions to aid this organization, though this organization my authorization expands and I will make sure to do what I can to maintain a proper balance.

What does this mean for all of you? Please behave and consider your actions before making it, because I will be making a point to keep an eye on every single person in this town. If your actions lead to concerning consequences I will speak with you.

Thank you.

When Cade got his sword back from the postmaster, a lot of his memories got replaced with false ones from Mayfield. Many of these involved driving, and with there being no horses for sale in this town, Cade is beginning to think he should get a car...



[A: Used Car Lot]
[Cade thinks this place looks very legitimate! They have cars and everything, and not even that much rust!
Surely, one of the fine gentleman working at this establishment will be willing to help someone, who is completely and utterly new to cars and car-buying, make the best choice for his dollar!]


[B: Downtown Mayfield]
[Who needs silly driving lessons? Cade is doing just fine, driving for his first time around Downtown Mayfield! Sort of...
Well, that stop sign looked like it needed to be replaced anyway.

Just make sure you are looking both ways before crossing the street today, ok? And maybe stay off the sidewalk, too.]


[C: Greased Lightning Garage]
[Cade pulls his slightly dented Plymouth into the Greased Lightning Garage. He might have a dent or to that needs fixing now.
Also, are cars supposed to make so much smoke come out from under the hood? It makes it really hard to see where one is going...]


[D: The Malt Shop]
[Cade sure worked up an appetite with his little automotive adventure today. Some sharp looking fellow the other day was telling him about the wonders of "shaken milk milkshakes", and so he is eager to try one out. He may have to ask the opinion of another random customer on what he should try first...]


[E: 2239 Stevens]
[Apparently, its going to take a lot longer to fix his car than Cade expected, so he's walking home. On his way, he passes through Stevens street, and remembers his friend who he accidentally stabbed the other day in a tragic case of mistaken identity.  Cade decides he should see if he's home, and make sure Frostbrand didn't permanently screw up the poor guy's leg.

Cade knocks on the door of 2239 Stevens. Anyone home?]