A: 773 Bunker Street

[Varon sighs as he grabs his books for school. It's not a dejected sigh but rather a sigh of frustration. He really isn't looking forward to getting fitted for a suit. He's been listening to the others in his class talk about it with excitement. This wasn't something that he could get excited about. He looks at the tickets in his wallet and shakes his head with his eyes cast up the ceiling.

He knows his not!father is a chaperone. That isn't the problem. His reputation is going to be blown sky high in a grand explosion of probably being laughed at for his dancing ability, something that he had to learn as an assassin and another useless skill that his former employer made him learn. He hopes that his not!father thinks that he needs lessons...which might be inevitable.

He quickly closes his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket in a hurry. Out of sight, out of mind. He grabs the car keys and walks out the door. His nerves are so high on edge he skips breakfast and hopes to dodge the inquisition.]

B: Mayfield High

[The same conversations he hears over and over again fall on deaf ears. He's at his locker and he's doing his best to ignore the drone girls swooning and hoping that he would ask them to the prom.

Varon rolls his eyes while he scans his books. The same questions follow him.]

Do you have a date? I would like to go with you.

Not gonna happen.

[He slams the locker closed and walks away.]

C: After School at the tailors

[Varon sits in the waiting area with a newspaper covering his face and torso. He isn't looking forward to this at all. He hopes that his name is overlooked and he could go home with the excuse that they didn't have his name on their list.

It's not that he's unfamiliar with it, it's just the opposite. Back home, he had to be fitted for suits, but it's not one of his favorite things. If it isn't for Fujino, he would have left a long time ago and forget the whole thing.

The dreaded moment arrives and his name is called...]

D: Back to 773 Bunker Street (evening)

[He enters the house and places the keys on the hook. He didn't bother to pick up the phone this time. He walks straight into his room and closes the door to hang up the suit.]

This sucks.

[Phone; morning]
[ Yes ladies and gentlemen, here's your local tennis-playing diva, coming up with an offer you simply cannot refuse (at least according to Taki). ]

Good morning everyone! Today, I have an offer to make you all.

I do nails, as well as hair, and if I do dare say so myself, I am really good at it.

So what I am asking of you, my dears, would you let me care for your hair or your nails? I would love to do both. Especially now that prom is coming up and Rarity-san is making such lovely clothes.

Ah, and Cain-san, Niou-kun, I count on you letting me take care of your nails and hair until then. Rarity-san, I would love to get a chance at your beautiful mane as well.

[Action; anywhere; most of the day]
[ Taki is wandering around school, and after that around town, checking people out.

Mind you, he's being quite subtle about it -- and then he comes up to you and opens his mouth. ] Hello sweety.

( private; background action at 1125 Taylor )

[Phone - Public]

[Right, there was also prom. Then THAT MEANS ONE THING.] I'm sure everyone must be aware of it by now, but don't forget that Prom is on the 18th, roughly two weeks from now! Talented tailors and seamstresses are already offering their services, so it shouldn't be hard to find something nice to wear. As Mr. Quinn already mentioned last week, dates are optional, so don't be afraid to come alone. You may even meet someone there, so don't be shy!

That said! [here it comes...] I'm in care of a sheltered young boy who's not very good around people. He is quite important to me, so I'd like to find him a charming young lady around his age to accompany him to Prom. ...Though a boy wouldn't matter either actually, I'd be okay with that! He may be a bit crass and rude at times and talk like he's much older than his prepubescent looks, but you have my word that he's an exemplary gentlemen when he behaves. Sporting the image of wise and cool, he is actually quite knowledgeable in history and prides himself to be quite intelligent and capable. He does seem to harbor an uncanny weakness to women with golden blond hair and crimson red eyes, but please don't be deterred. With raven hair smooth as silk and pale skin like fine porcelain, his appearances are actually quite angelic. If that's still not quite enough to cause consideration, I'm willing to negotiate with anyone interested... other means to incite acceptance. So if there's any interest or more questions, please let me know!

[Hmm. Hmm. It may be obvious to some, but there IS more than one shotapire in town, isn't there... but it's not like she's PURPOSEFULLY trying to create some confusion, not at all--!]

[Action]
I. Grocery store → Church ;; Early Afternoon
[Guess who's carrying 5 million bags of stuff again! ...No beef, potatoes, carrots and other typical curry ingredients and such today, however. Still in her civilian clothes, Ciel seems to be exclusively carrying flour, fruits, sugar, eggs, and other things one would presumably need in baking. She's doing fine whether you're just watching from the sides or walking towards her, she's usually pretty good at balance right...]

--Ah, please be careful!

[STILL MIGHT BE IN EVERYONE'S BEST INTEREST to avoid collisions just in case, though... Better be safe than sorry! She's got like two dozen eggs in there, that would be bad to break, ;;;]

II. Church ;; Afternoon
[Anyone who steps in during the evening will be slammed in the face with the enticing sweet scent of baked good. ...But isn't the kitchen in the back? Even if it may be going through excessive use today (which is actually is...), how does it really spread--

--Oh.

If you walk further in, the fact that there's a plate of mixed berry flaugnarde next to a tray of two dozens canelé might explain why it smelled so good. Both are still hot too, upon closer inspection; it must have been baked within the last hour. No one else seems to be around, but the smell is definitely coming from the hallway leading towards the left.

...

What do?]

III. Church ;; Late Evening
[The night is much calmer. Despite everything, this date today means something, she supposed, so at least something has to be said to whoever Above to acknowledge the significance.

In the end, Ciel settles on reciting the Memorare in French. Prostrated in front of the Altar with her headdress on, which is rare, she chants quietly.]

Souvenez-vous, ô très miséricordieuse Vierge Marie, qu'on n'a jamais entendu dire qu'aucun de ceux qui ont eu recours à votre protection, imploré votre assistance, ou réclamé votre secours ait été abandonné.

Animé d'une pareille confiance, ô Vierge des Vierges, ô ma Mère, je cours vers vous, et gémissant sous le poids de mes péchés, je me prosterne à vos pieds. O mère du Verbe incarné, ne méprisez pas mes prières, mais écoutez-les favorablement et daignez les exaucer.

Amen.

[Once she's done, however, she doesn't stand up from the spot. ...She owes more than a simple prayer, doesn't she? So even if the Church is silent once more, she'll keep her eyes closed and stay bowed.]
((OOC: Hover on text for direct translation! o/))

IV. Town ;; Late Night
[It's past midnight. It may be on a particularly tall tree. It may be on a lamppost. It may even be on the roof of your house. Wherever it is, upon closer inspection, the night sky isn't the only thing there. ...Actually, someone seems to be perched/sitting on top of that place without effort, while idly taking their time to stargaze.

Nothing too strange about that, right... Interrupt?]

[ action - anywhere in mayfield ]

[ haha forget prom even though it is totally the most important event in any teenager's life - there are more important things to do. Such as LIVE ACTION ROLEPLAYING in public no less Tavros please you are embarrassing us all.

Cavorting around in a (now slightly outgrown) Pupa Pan outfit, Tavros has a small wooden sword and is attempting to engage in playing with himself. I mean literally, he is quoting the human version of the movie (which was good but definitely SUB-PAR comparing to the original) and gallivanting about mayfield trying to re-enact scenes from it. He's messing with mermaids in the park, he's trying to convince your family dog to join the lost boys, he's sword fighting with a tree, he's maybe casually checking out your house to see if you left any windows open because that is what you are supposed to do okay IT IS WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO

anyway maybe someone should save this dork from his own self. Play with him? Or just yell at the loser, who knows. That is the magic of roleplay. ]

Outside of 1127 Taylor Road | Morning

[When Padmé steps outside to check the mail that morning, she hardly thinks anything of it. But the fact that there's a small packaging envelope waiting with her name on it does make her pause. Frowning slightly, she glances around before carefully opening it and peering inside. Her face lights up. ]

Oh!

[Fishing a hand inside the envelope, she pulls of a charm of sorts attached to a loop of leather string.

She runs a fingertip over the careful, yet clearly childish carvings, her smile fading somewhat. She then holds the charm to her heart before pulling the loop of leather over her head. ]

[Action - Around Town/The Post Office]

[When Pokey had first gotten into town, he had set about on making a map of the town. And in the two years since then, he hadn't really touched it. Despite how similar looking every house was, there was enough with the opening of the highway and several of the new neighborhoods he supposed it was time to update it. Perhaps for the sake of others even more than his own sake, this time.

So the boy can be found pretty much everywhere around town, a long tube of rolled up paper with him that he unfurls to start tracing down the area. Of course, he also doesn't get the idea of personally property. He'll be all over peoples lawns, including busting into the back lawns to look around and take notes down. Hope you don't mind a fat blue kid copying down notes about your stuff and the area.

Eventually his little adventure takes him by the post office. And for a moment or two he just looks at the Post Office. Examining it. As if trying to prepare himself for something. Because despite telling himself he was just out to make a map today, there are quite a few things he has planned. He takes a short breath in, then out, and enters the post office.

When he comes out, he doesn't have anything new with him. Or look like much has changed, aside from one small detail: his blue skin has changed back to a healthier, more light pink human shade. And for a moment the map is just forgotten. He ambles about town for a little bit, just looking around. And thinking. There's still something else really important he has to do today.]

[Action - Outside 625 Topper]

[The next place Pokey can be found is mulling around outside 625 Topper Street. He spends a good five minutes just staring at the house from across the street, biting his lip, before he walks towards it. And even then he doesn't go and knock on the door immediately. Instead, he decides to just pace back and forth on the lawn for a good ten to fifteen minutes or so. He murmurs to himself, sometimes gesturing a little bit as he talks. It's a quiet, nervous tone, almost like someone rehearsing.

Finally, after a little bit of time has passed he manages to steel himself and go knock on the door.]

[Action - Outside 502 Ricardo Street]

[Well. Everything is calm on Ricardo Street today. That is, until the front door of 502 bursts open and Pokey's still blue-painted Pokeybot bursts out the door, running as fast as it's fat little mechanical legs can take it down the porch of the house. Whatever is happening the robot certainly isn't amused.]

I said no!

[And it isn't too long before Pokey appears following behind the robot, a brush and a can of paint stripper in hand. Whereas the robot is scared and annoyed, Pokey is downright angry.]

And I said your opinion doesn't matter! Get back here stupid!

[The Pokeybots are intended to be obedient. It's part of their programming. But there's only so much one little robot can take, and it picks up a rock and throws it at Pokey, trying to keep his master away.]

No! How about you just paint yourself blue again and we'll call it even! This is dumb and I don't want to be painted again!

First off, I didn't PAINT myself blue, stupid! Secondly, this'll be quicker! It's paint stripper!

....Will that even work?

....Won't know til we try, will we?

[And that's when Pokey will try and rush the robot.

Have you ever seen a boy yell at his blue doppelganger as the doppelganger hides in a tree, mocking him? Because that's what you'll be seeing right now if you pass 502 Ricardo.]

[action, school]
[As the students file into the classroom and to their desks, they may note that their beloved instructor has a more dour expression on her face than is normal.  ...Actually, it was a little hard to tell given her default expression 90% of the time, but surely that twitching vein is more noticeable than it usually is.

Susan is quiet as the class settles down.  ...After a few moments of silence, she walks to the door and shuts it firmly.  Slightly ominously.  Susan Sto Helit clears her throat.]

Now, then.  It's my pleasure to announce that today marks the beginning of the apparently annual poetry unit also apparently required in this class.

[This is spoken in the same tone as one would announce an untimely death or perhaps that the grocery store was entirely out of gourmet chocolates.]

3:30 this afternoon will mark the end.  Until then, let's all work together to make this as painless as possible.  As the good majority of you likely know, the 'art' of poetry seems to involve deluging your work with as many metaphors, similes, and vague symbolic phrases as possible until it's impossible to tell what you mean apart from that you're fond of roses.  Just work at it until it all wraps around from agonizingly incomprehensible into what can pass for sheer genius if you squint and read from about five kilometers away.

It's a bit like magic if magic involved a fervent desire to set things on fire with your brain.  ...Or, I suppose, exactly like magic.

Right.  Ground rules.

[Susan snaps her fingers and the blackboard flips open to reveal.]

YOUR FAVORITE LETTER
IF YOU CHOOSE TO WRITE HAIKU
WILL SOON BE THE SIXTH

...Actually, that's the only rule.

Alright, get to work.  First five students to write something that doesn't make their classmates feel the urge to give up on English literature forever will receive full marks.  ...Yes, that means you're reciting your work to the class.

[action, grocery store, late afternoon]
[Mother's Day was next week.  ...That meant chocolate displays.
...
...
...
There was nothing wrong with stocking up on chocolates for the rest of the year when they were in greater stock than usual.  A grocery basket half filled with them is certainly nothing unusual.  Even if she is eating one out of the box before she purchased it.  It's been a long day.  ...What do you mean, a personal rule of one a day, how do you even know about that?  Shut up.  Go away.  Mind your own business.  Do I judge you when I come across four bottles of wine in your basket?  

This is not a conversation Susan is having with anyone in particular, but it soon will be if the expression she wears on her face as she chews on a chocolate (nougat, ugh) is at all prophetic.  It's been a very long day.]

[Outside 726 Anderson Lane.]

[Luke's golem has progressed a lot since he first started working on it. It's gotten so tall that he now needs a ladder in order to continue working on it.

But today's he's kind of slacking off, sitting on top of the golem and seemingly lost in thought.]

...I'm going to need a suit for this dance, don't you think?

[Naturally, the unfinished golem doesn't respond.]

Perhaps a tux. Tuxes are what you bring to these sort of things, right? ...Wait, why am I talking to a golem about this?

[Phone.]

S-so um, this prom is coming up pretty quickly, isn't it? And you're usually supposed to bring someone with you, right?

[He swallows nervously. He's only gone through this sort of thing once before, and most of the women in his life are all much older then he is.]

So um, would anyone like to go? And um, if it's not too much trouble...is there anyone who could teach me a bit about dancing?

[A - Mayfield High School]

[Hiling  doesn't have a date for the prom yet.  The more she hears about it, the more she's interested and she intends to do something about it.  She doesn't really care who she goes with.  She just wants to have fun.  And why stop at one date when she could have several?  She points and calls out to someone walking by who catches her interest.]

Hey you!  Yes, you.  You're going to the prom with me now.

[B - 748 Partridge, outside]

[After opening her packages, Hiling grins as she looks upon the new additions to her mobile suit.  It's been a while since she's gotten anything, but it's worth it for the beam saber and giant laser.  She's definitely going to have fun with these.  First, she has to make sure everything works, so she makes her way up to the cockpit.]

A )) Phone

Hellooooo. Me's looking for a hat, if anyone have any to spair. If possible, a high, black one. Ah, it's called a top hat, right?
Ah... Or, if you know any hat shops, Me wouldn't mind getting directions or an address to .


B )) Hat Shop - Afternoon

[ He did find his way to a shop. There were many different types of hats, but none was really the height that he wanted, and they were so... brand new..

He's picking down a hat and inspecting them closely, and either putting them back on the stand because he don't really like it, or taking it to the mirror and trying it on because he think it might be good. ]

[PHONE]

Ah, good afternoon, everyone. I was just a little curious, but is there anyone else here who can use magic? I'd like to know how different it is from one world to another. I'm sorry if this is too invasive, though.

[What else...]

Oh, yes! Does anyone have a few books I can borrow? Like real literature, not what we read in the library here. Thank you!

[ action ❥ 838 Hastings ❥ morning ]
[ Keine is making breakfast, as she always does. Making a count of the food they have in the cabinets and fridge and preparing her weekly shopping list. In the living room, Keine has set a low table and various notebooks that she purchased using leftover money from her groceries over the past few weeks. She greets the droned kids and sends them to school with boxed lunches, leaving a lunch out for her "husband" before going to clean the house. ]

[ phone ❥ ]
Good day to you all, and my apologies for this call so early in the day. I'm rather new to "Mayfield", to be quite honest, but I know enough to have heard there have been numerous "events" and incidents over the course of everyone's stay. I'd appreciate any information I could obtain on these incidents. If you'd be so kind, and have the time to spare, please drop my house sometime before 7 in the evening. I live at 838 Hastings, and I will be sure to have tea and snacks to offer in exchange for anything you could tell me.

Thank you kindly. I certainly appreciate it.

[ action ❥ 838 Hastings ❥ all day ]
[ Keine will then spend the entire day on the front porch, only going inside to make a fresh pot of tea so she's ready for any visitors. The smell of fresh cookies and pies drifts out of the kitchen, since she had prepared snacks earlier that day and is making an extra batch for the drone children when they get home. She thumbs through a cookbook while waiting, lifting her head to wave at anyone who passes the house. ]
A good day to you! Do you have a moment to spare?

[Elizabeth went by the Bank to greet Minato, but saw the drone, lacking his things and stopped, heading home.]

[Phone]

For those who knew him, Minato Arisato has returned to his fate, to keep Erebus and Nyx from meeting.

[Action] Park

[If you're at the part around dusk, you'll notice a complete lack of drones, and an somewhat off feeling. If you can sense magic, psychic things, the force, what have you, then you'll notice a choking darkness, part killing intent, part despair, part anger, all bad news. As you walk in there may be drones that are laying there, simply as if they died and further in, under a tree is Elizabeth, staring at the rising moon. The feeling of darkness seems centered around her.]

[Action -  852 Goldberg]

Waking up after you die is weird. It's also sad... But mostly weird. (Getting over the sad was pretty easy when she found everyone in the Dream Bubbles, though she tried really hard to ignore the dead part!)

This was not a bubble.

Nepeta wakes up to a pastel and near white 'pink' ceiling, in a bed that's just a little more coloured than that. The first thing she does after realizing this is realize everything ELSE however, bolting upright from the bed and looking around with wide eyes.

 Maybe it's just a joke? Some kind of game? Games are fun, though it would have been better to tell her what's going on and and and... 

She doesn't scream. Nope, no screaming..! Just swallowing, looking and...

Hyperventilating. That's apparently an option. Breathing ends up quickening with the more she sees- Human hive shaped toy with human dolls, table with stuffed animals, sunlight-

SUNLIGHT-

Nepeta is quickly under the bed regardless of the fact that the sun here isn't going to blind her on the spot, and she's quite entirely under it before she realizes that much as her surroundings are not quite the same she isn't either- Horns gone, clothes are different, everything's different and-

"...Nnm-!" For a moment, there's a huge wave of fear coming over her at all that, despite herself.

Suddenly however, something else comes to mind, and she's climbing out from under the bed with wide eyes. If she's here... Then what about the others? That thought in itself is calming her down quickly, and making her feel a lot less scared and a lot more ready to figure out what's going on. (Which is good, really.)

Residents of the house might see a young teenaged girl with short black hair and green eyes slowly poking her head out the door- or at least hear her call out, with a much steadier voice...

"..Equius?" Pause. And swallow.  "...Terezi?" ...Another pause. "...Hello???" Alright now she looks less afraid and more annoyed really. How'd she get here anyways..!?! (THIS WASN'T FUNNY AT ALL..!!)

[Phone]

[Nepeta doesn't even know if her friends are here or NOT really, so who cares about asking if she can call someone specific. This is a phone, and there's no computers or ANNNNNYTHING here!! and she's not going outside just yet, erk-]

Um.

[...Shhhhhh she's never seen this kind of thing before shhhhh...]

Okay, since there's no Trollian here, I R33LLY hope this works, because I don't want to be here all alone..!! [Because how is she supposed to know how every one is doing then??? And she'll miss them all...] So...

So if you're here, say something!!!

[NEPETA, YOUR NAME-

NEPETA YOU NEVER GAVE YOUR NAME-

Ah well, with luck, they'll at least recognize her voice.]

[A: Phone (Filtered to Children)]

[Nabuca doesn't often use the phone, he doesn't feel the need to engage in the idle chatter that most of the people here indulged in. It was like they didn't even realise they were fighting a war sometimes, like they could forget the battles waged just because people didn't always stay dead.

That wasn't a good thing in his opinion, death was a release and a rest well earned at the end of the fight. And this was a fight. Everyone here had become soldiers whether they wanted to be or not, consent was unimportant in the end, they were here now and everyone had a duty to fight or they'd never win.]

You need to stop hiding behind the adults for protection, you are all capable of fighting yourselves. The faster we win this war, the sooner we will be able to return home. If you think you are too weak or inexperienced to do this, arm yourself with the thought of freedom and home.

[B: Church (Open to All)]

[He has often heard it said aboard Hellywood that their war was a holy one, and after hearing that there was a church here, he had to wonder if the same could be said in Mayfield. It's this reason that brings him to the church, wary as he slips quietly inside and starts to look around for any signs that this place could be more than what it seems. Clearly a teenage boy stalking the pews should be questioned as to what he's doing, right?]

Yeah so I'm not going to prom.

Just thought everyone should know. I know I somehow managed to be Homecoming King or whatever so... just saying don't expect a repeat of that performance.

Um. I know I haven't been around the forge much lately. Sorry about that. If you need something... I guess you can ask but... it's kind of pointless so unless you have something that needs to be fixed you probably shouldn't bother asking.

1. Phone to 1335 Benny

[The phone at 1335 Benny rings, but should anyone pick it up, they would only hear the click of a receiver being hung up. Again and again it does this, and only on the last try will the recipient hear anything.]

...Lancer, this is Bazett. Um...would you like...to...come to the prom with me?

[Her face is burning red and her heart is pounding as she asks the question.]

2. Phone to 1334 Benny

Commander.

[This is slightly less awkward than trying to ask Lancer, but still awkward.]

I believe that it is in our best interests to go to the prom. That said...do you think you could go with me?

3. Action; all around Mayfield

[After the sheer awkwardness of the phone calls, Bazett wants to distance herself from their targets. This is why she is wandering around the various stores of Mayfield though she does not really need to buy anything. Still, she could try to see if there are any materials with which she could start setting up a workshop.]

[Phone | Unfiltered]

Yamame hears lots of people talking about something called...um..."prom."

What's that? Is it a party, like in the city? Or is it a fight?

How come everyone is so worried about it? Yamame wants to know!

Can Yamame play too?

[Y'know...there's a good chance she might have asked this last year. How sad.]

[Action | Park]

[Yamame's not really feeling too terribly up to tear-assing around town today. Instead, she's taking a nice relaxing day in the park.

Though, instead of being out in the open, Yamame's found a nice little corner of the park surrounding by some bushes and trees to build thick webs around. It almost appears to be a strange cocoon of spider-webs just sitting on the ground in the park.

Care to investigate?]