Action!

[Well, Locke got off early from work that day... something he wasn't really planning. Things happen! However, since he had told his new "wife" that he usually came home around seven in the evening... well, the guy didn't want to ruin his words. So he's casually strolling around downtown.

Be careful. If he sees something on you that he likes and the two of you pass on by... there's a chance you might be missing something.]

[Phone]

Ah, hello everyone. As I have heard recently, there is a 'prom' event coming soon- from what I have gathered, it's recommended to dress nicely. I was told that a 'suit' would be fine, but I am somewhat stuck as to what sort of suit. I was recommended by one to try a 'tuxedo', but I have also heard those are rather expensive...

[Phone - Filtered to Dualscar]

If it isn't a bad time, I was wondering if it would be alright to talk about troll etiquette at all. I should have called rather than simply arriving unannounced at your home last time, I feel.

[Action - 630 Topper]

As usual, Astral is preparing to cook some lunch for himself, and possibly his housemate if possible. However...

"Now what's this then?"

"Ahh..." DRONE MOM. This house isn't so easy to cook in since the 'parents' were... Yea. "...I am making lunch..."

"Ohhh... You don't have to do that dear. Don't worry about a thing, I'll make something nice and special for you and everyone else!"

"Ah, but you only make sandwiches..." That's not good! He was making rice and carrot flowers and and and-

"Out you get dear, the kitchen is a place for women, not for boys mhmhmhmhm!"

". . ."

Astral can be seen standing outside the kitchen sighing now.

[Action - Bodine Fashion]

Astral is staring at the rather nice looking suits for the moment, frowning. Normally, buying clothes probably wouldn't be a problem. But Astral would rather not come here with a drone parent, which means that buying the EXPENSIVE SUITS (which all of the suits are, arguably) is a bit of a problem on a '13 year old's allowance.

Whoops. The thought probably occurred to him ages ago but...

Well, why is he HERE then?

[PHONE]

Denizens of Mayfield, lend me your ears.

I, Grell Sutcliff, have caught win of a title that is up for grabs. Who better to grab it than I? A queen fit for a crown, and with such healthy tresses~! Come now, the choice must be obvious.

Besides, I'd certainly KILL for that crown. A fair warning~!

Also, I'm having a charity yard sale for the time being, at 1670 Nelson. All proceeds go to those in need!



[1670 Nelson]

[Grell is sitting in a lawn chair, wearing a bright sundress, with a wide primmed hat and sunglasses. For her yard sale, is her old reaper uniform, minus the coat (THAT COAT IS HERS). That dreary thing! How could she ever wear it again with such fabulous dressed like the one she has on?]

[Open phone call]

This is Mart Vineyard and with prom coming up... I don't have a date. So, I was wondering are there any other ladies out there still looking, 'cuz I am available and guarantee you a fun as all hell night!

Also, any plans anyone has for prom-after or before party? I wanna party hard. And eat alot.

Hello, everyone! This is Rapunzel! I've seen some of you around, or at school...

Well, anyway, I just wanted to say that it's two weeks until prom, and I can make dresses for anyone who needs one! I've had a lot of practice, and I'd be more than happy to help.

And, uh... I have a question, too. What if someone doesn't have a date to prom? Or isn't really sure they want one?

[Phone]

May the fourth be with you.

[She's still not sure about going. But at least doing something will be nice.

A. Carrie is buying some fabric for a dress. Maybe she'll go, maybe she won't. Either way, right now she's standing off to the side, waiting to get the attention of the drone lady who seems to be ignoring her.

B. At the library, she's picking out some cook books. The pile is just floating in the air next to her. Yup, practise makes perfect.

C. At home, ignoring the drone mother, she's making some supper.] 

[Phone]

.....Um, if people need help with prom dresses....I'm good at making them. I can help.


....has anything bad...ever happened at a prom? ...here...I mean.... really bad.

[Phone/Filtered to Fate.]

.....Can...I talk to you? ...in person, I mean.

[Locked to 1338 Benny Rd.]

[The past couple of days for Simba hasn't been all that great. As of yesterday, the last member of his previous household was finally droned, and that meant being tossed into the backyard by his drone family.

After reluctantly falling asleep outside, he wakes up the next day having been retied to the doghouse without knowing he's been relocated to a new house. He can't seem to get the rope off from around his neck, so outside of 1338 Benny Road there's a lion cub roaring and trying to get loose.

Oh and be careful of that brightly colored tree that's popped up in the front yard.]

[YEAH!  ]
[No. No, it's not time for a Rocky montage just because Balin is from Philadelphia. I'm warning you, don't start playing Gonna Fly Now OH GOD DAMMIT—]

[Between the prankathon, Freaky Friday, and those strange blue flowers that popped up everywhere, most of April has been too crazy for Balin to continue working on what he'd been planning since he first got here. That, and he's been too busy trying to drink to forget about his own awful Freaky Friday experience to take advantage of the relative peace, until now.]

[ACTION - A (Construction Yard, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Fellow construction workers, Balin's acting a little strange today! He's paying careful attention to the drone foreman and any of the drone workers. You might catch him sneaking into the area where the construction yard keeps blasting equipment.]

[ACTION - B (Mayfield High, Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Students and faculty at Mayfield High might see somebody unfamiliar (or not-so-unfamiliar) on the campus after school lets out. Or they might notice the smell of french fries, modeling clay, and tire rubber coming from the chemistry labs. Anybody checking on the chemlabs will find Balin there, having commandeered much of the lab equipment (as well as some safety goggles and rubber gloves), as well as a wide assortment of things he seems to be harvesting for whatever he's working on. Car batteries, basketballs, ethanol, food packaging film, brake fluid and camping fuel tablets ... It's like a miniature junkyard.]

[He's got a journal with him, that looks like it has a lot of notes relating to chemical synthesis and procedures jotted down on it. Every now and then he glances back toward the door like he doesn't want to get caught. Do you dare approach?]

[ACTION - C (Mayfield Outskirts, Afternoon/Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[After having spent enough time at the chemistry lab at Mayfield High without blowing himself up, Balin feels he's ready to test out his work. He's selected an open field on the outskirts of town. For this kind of testing, it would have been ideal to build some protective earthworks—but borrowing the kind of construction equipment necessary for the task would be risking too much unwanted attention. Especially since, if he's successful, what he'll be doing is attention-grabbing enough. So instead, he's going to let his own experiment do the earth-moving for him.]

[Over the course of a few hours, there's going to be some pretty loud explosions echoing through the air. If you're close enough you might even hear Balin going into full Yipes mode over his success. If you come to check out what's going on, though, you'll be confronted by a sign posted out near the road:]

Phone

Good day to you all. My name is Kreutzer; with prom inching closer each day, it seems that there are many who seek the aid of a tailor or seamstress to have their outfits custom-made. I am one of the numerous seamstresses offering her services.

The prom will elect two people to serve as the king and queen, will it not? If you wish to compete for the title of king and queen, then don't you agree that you should look like a king or a queen? I can help you look the part of nobility.

Some of you may have already seen some of my work with my past customers. Perhaps you've realized how very satisfied they were with the results? You can be sure to get the same level of satisfaction if you request for my work. You won't have to worry if you haven't seen what I'm capable of so far; I've prepared a preview of sorts for all of Mayfield to behold. At 3:00 pm today, my dolls will make their routes around town; their attire, while only a taste of what I can do, will nonetheless showcase my workmanship and skill with a needle and thread.

For any who are interested in prom outfits or any other requests, feel free to visit my home at 2239 Stevens or place an order now. I'll be glad to help you dress like royalty.

Action: Around Mayfield

(And true to her word, by 3 PM, you'll find dolls harmlessly flying around Mayfield, wearing miniature dresses and attire of all sorts, from formal to cute and even to casual. Oh, and they may approach you to speak to you about Kreutzer's services, so there's that to look forward to as well.)

[ mid morning, your front door ]

[ Sometime around late morning, or maybe early afternoon, there comes an urgent knock at your door. If you ignore it, the knocking continues, probably mixed with some insistent doorbell ringing for a change of pace. Whoever's at your door doesn't seem to be going anywhere until you finally give in and answer.

And when you do answer, whether it's after one knock or twenty, you'll find River wedging herself into your doorframe and shoving all sorts of cosmetics into your face for inspection. If you seem nice, or an easy mark, she might even start to try to test them out on you. It doesn't matter if you're man, woman, or child, being a door to door make up saleswoman may be a step down from archaeologist, but that's not going to stop her from excelling.

Can you say, employee of the year? ]

Oh, I'd say you're a summer, definitely a summer. Some pinks will brighten your complexion right up!

[ late afternoon, john doe park ]

[ After a long day (or not) of work, River is sunbathing in the park. Sadly, the 1950s don't offer much in the way of proper summer clothing. As such, River has stripped down to her lacy things as she stretches out on a towel in the grass.

She seems to be asleep, and just ripe for the bothering. ]

[ phone ]

I've been thinking a bit, about all the... temporal stability in this place. I thought it would be a nice change of pace, but it's starting to feel a little stale. How do non-time travelers ever live with that?

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Even though Cinco de Mayo was on Saturday, that didn't mean that there had to not be a celebration of some kind! And so, with some careful planning and asking the principal to do a joint lesson, those who had Spanish as well as World History would find the classes being held in the cafeteria instead for today. The captain was ushering in the students and then walking over to the table to join Caroline's side. ]

I wasn't expectin' there t' be so much of a turnout here, did ye?

[ Caroline looked over the teenagers, just as surprised at the numbers. She'd set up with the makings for salsa and had copies of instructions for them, all in Spanish. ]

I figured just the drones would show up. I guess they like the idea of free food.

[ Ambrosia was thankful that she had lessons in reading, writing, and talking in Spanish, because otherwise, the instructions would all just read as gobblygook to her. ]

Well, obviously. It's food, everyone likes it.

[ Caroline sets out the three sets of instructions the students can pick from: mild, medium, and her Nana's 'ay dios mio' recipe. ]

Teenagers are easy to manage. Feed them and they'll follow you anywhere. Hopefully none of them try to follow me home like that random guy at the bakery.

[ At that, Ambrosia will laugh in a heartily way. Oh, how did she know that - both of them, really! She decides for herself to try the Ay Dios Mio recipe just to see what it's like. ]

Well, if it happens, just throw 'em into somethin'. That won't be too hard, aye?

Pretty sure that's in the teacher's handbook to not throw the students. Or, I guess it is, since I haven't read it. [ Caroline eyeballs the kids that are sitting and waiting for them. ] Think you're ready for this, Captain?

Teacher's handbook, smeacher's handbook. Don't make no difference who they are, just tha' ye've gotta exert dominance when it comes t' people. [ For emphasis, she'll crack her knuckles before nodding. ] I'm ready fer anythin'!

[ And now she's feeling rather like she's charging into war with the Captain. Armed with the fixings to make salsa. Those poor kids. ]

Let 'em have it.

[ This is what people tend to get when they decide to be friends with the captain. She nods as she clears her throat. ]

Yo, everyone! Shut up 'n siddown! We're gonna have ourselves some salsa, 'n so tha' none of ye decide t' cut yerself open with a butter knife, ye better get th' cotton out of yer ears 'n listen up!

[ Don't you just feel safe in their hands at that? ]

( OOC: Joint post between Caroline (fifthtimearound) and Ambrosia to celebrate Cinco de Mayo! Let us know if you want them both of just one of them when you tag. )