[A: Action- 502 Ricardo]

[He is aware something is very, very wrong before he's even fully awake. Summoner doesn't move or give any sign of waking, but instead focuses on his other senses in an attempt to figure out what set those alarms off. Nothing sounds right. Nothing smells right. Nothing even feels right. He can't make heads nor tails of it so he gives in and gets up.

So he's just extremely confused rather than shocked to discover nothing looks right either, and spends several minutes in front of a mirror poking and prodding himself. Panic is not a thing he does, but he's tempted. He has no idea what happened to take everything away and replace it with... well, it wouldn't be bad, but it's not him at all. But there's only one way to find out. He dresses in unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, clothes and begins a search.

The woman only adds to his confusion when he tries to ask questions so he moves on to the rest of the building he'd woken up in instead.]

[B: Action- around town]

[The next step is to search the surrounding area. He leaves the house, shirt untucked and half-buttoned, to wander around. The light almost drives him back in on instinct, but whatever form this is, it's not bothered. He's incredibly wary of this place and the people, so he just watches and listens to every conversation he can overhear, mostly, but he does search every street he encounters and every building that doesn't seem to be a private dwelling.

In spite of his attempts to not stand out too much, his behavior is obviously strange. He ducks and goes through doorways sideways, for one, and keeps quite a distance between himself and walls and trees and lampposts. He also keeps looking up at the sky, almost longingly. He's also very new and pretty much lost.]

[C: Phone]

[Well, he'd heard about one potentially useful thing in his exploring. It takes a little bit to figure it out, but when he speaks, he sounds chipper and nonchalant. Don't let your enemies in on your worries.]

Good evening! May the winds always blow at your back and lift you higher. And may the sky always extend its welcome. I just have one question. If someone was missing something important where can it be found?

[A pause, and there's a hint of steel under his cheer.]

And who is responsible for it being taken?

[Laughter.]

Two questions then! I got ahead of myself.

 A: Phone;  Morning / Action; for housemates

[Xavin has already spent a few days in this strange place, slowly learning what she can. Housemates may not have seen much of her though, since she found out that Karolina was here, the skrull's first instinct to find her beloved and make sure she was okay. And then it had just been too hard to leave.

But finally she returns, for a change of clothes, for being told she must be there every 3 days or else. She's no stranger to curfews and rules, and if it's only a few hours she can stand that. Plus she needs the time to think, and explore her own house.

And while she's there she'll make a call.]

Hello. My name is Xavin, and I've recently arrived in this place they call Mayfield. I've been told this is a good way to get in contact with others.

I have a question or two, for those who might know this place better. Why are we here, and if something, an ability, has been taken away from us, how do we get it back?

[She's sorry Karolina, but already she's disliking the one body thing]

B: Action; Around town, school

[Or you can find her making her way too and from the highschool, or even at the highschool itself. Not used to being unable to shift her body and her clothing, Xavin's hair is in a messy ponytail, and her blouse's buttons are slightly out of line. It's all very frustrating, and the fact that her wardrobe only had skirts makes it worse. You can often catch her tugging at the material, frowning as she does so.]

How do women like these things...

[Action | 945 Beulah]

[Crona, since arriving, had been a rare sight in the house. Typically the kid stays locked up in the bedroom, clutching a pillow and sitting in the corner. Crona usually gets up balls-early in the morning to slip out for school, sneaking about in order to avoid all contact before getting into the building.

This morning, though, other members of the household may find the kitchen occupied by one willowy child putting together a sandwich for lunch. Before anyone makes their presence known, though, they may hear Crona having a one-sided conversation.]

No, I'm going to put what I want in it. [...] Okay, but just a little bit.

[If anyone walks into the kitchen to see...Crona is putting together the weirdest sandwich. Peanut butter, ham, bologna, mustard...even a slice of tomato and some pepper. What the hell is this? Feel free to bother, though a sudden appearance will likely frighten the kid good.]

[Action | During School]

[Crona has a rather typical day at school today. Sitting in all the corners, avoiding contact with other people as much as possible, sitting all alone for lunch...on the floor...in a corner. Time to eat that weird-ass sandwich. Feel free to bother Crona at any point during the day...the kid needs to branch out no matter how terrifying it is.

Though, considering the topic that is on most lips here lately, Crona has become quite curious about it. Of course, the kid isn't going to actually ask anyone face-to face about it...so...]

[Phone | Unfiltered | After School]

[Crona has, so far, avoided the phones like the friggin plague. That's way too many voices all at once and it's just...scary. But, all things considered, the phone is actually the most perfect thing in town. Crona can ask questions without having to talk face-to-face...and if it gets too scary Crona can just hang up! So...here goes a very weak and unsure sounding voice coming over the phone lines.]

Um...what is...Prom? Everybody's talking...about it. I don't know what to think about it.

A.) 845 Goldberg Street

[It's never easy to know when you're asleep in the Reapers' Game, since Players don't dream. It is easy to know when you're awake, though. The normal wake-up spot is the Scramble Crossing, which is full of voices. People talking, various announcements from billboards, the works. It's impossible to not know where you are.

When Neku jerks awake, the first thing he notices is the quiet. Yeah, the sounds of the outside world are muffled through his headphones most of the time, but it's still way too quiet. The second thing he notices is the lack of the familiar weight of his headphones. Okay, this is now weird as hell, and the weird things keep on piling up - this isn't a city outside his window, and Neku doesn't even think this is in Japan. These aren't his clothes, and they're nowhere to be found. This is steadily getting weirder.

He pinches himself hard, because this has to be some freaky dream, right? Wrong. Neku's yelling before he even realizes it:]

What the hell is going on?!

B.) Mayfield High

[Of course it's a weekday. Of course it's not summer vacation. And so there's a sulking redhead leaning against a locker, wondering exactly what he did to deserve winding up in this place.

He might also be sulking in the back row of a classroom, drawing what looks like some kind of graffiti rather than taking notes.]

C.) Phone

Okay. I have things to do back home that are more important than sitting here in the middle of nowhere. What is this place, and more importantly, how do I get back to Shibuya?

A. Action | Locked to 1247 Williams

[ Magnus has spent most of his morning cleaning the house and attempting to cook breakfast. Although the last part hasn't turned out too well. It's mostly burned. But he has gotten flowers for his drone!wife and for Twilight! ]



B. Action | All Around Town

[ Magnus has never celebrated Mother's Day. Sometimes, he forgets it even exists. But today, he finds he has the impulse to please every woman he comes in contact with. For the girls he knows well, he'll probably offer to take them out for lunch or buy her something nice.

But while he wanders around town, he'll stop every single girl he comes across to talk to her. ]

Excuse me. Can I just say you look great today?

[Balin's been a really rare sight at the house ever since the Friday before last. He's spending almost all of his waking hours in town, even on Mother's Day. Outside of work, he's become a lot more focused on accomplishing something with his demolitions projects.]

[Though today, he gets a belated birthday present. As he heads out the door to work, he spies a package lying on the porch. Rather than taking it inside, Balin's curiosity gets the best of him and he opens it on the spot ...]

[... To reveal a shotgun. One big enough to have its own zip code and mean enough to come with its own postal worker. It looks suited to being a turret on a scale model battleship rather than in the hands of a human. Its ammo belt already has a few canisters pre-loaded into it. The sight of it makes Balin's eyes gleam.]

... Now we're talkin'.

[ACTION - A (Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[You might catch Balin on the streets while he's out running his personal errands. In place of the Remington 870 shotgun he'd been carrying around with him for months, he's going to be carrying the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun. It comes with its own back-mounted holster, so he doesn't have the shotgun sling on him either.]

[ACTION - B (John Doe Park, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Balin's taken a detour on his way to work in order to test out his latest piece of regained hardware. He's standing in a spot of open ground with a pail full of water from the nearby pond—just in case things get out of hand. Taking aim at the open sky, he pulls the trigger, and a flesh-searing armor-melting inferno that's twenty meters high at its most potent spews forth. Enjoy your wakeup call!]

[ACTION - C (Neutron Diner, Morning, Afternoon, or Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Balin's also been frequenting the Diner for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, since it gives him a place to sit down, eat, and work on brainstorming and planning—and the drones don't seem to bother him at all, provided he sits down at a booth. You'll likely see him jotting down notes or making rough sketches in a journal while taking bites out of a hamburger or a pathetic imitation of a Philly cheesesteak.]

[ACTION - D (Jonathon's Tools, Early Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Balin's taking a look around the hardware store, though he doesn't seem to be buying anything today. He's making note of construction materials and any items the store has pertaining to electronics or electric wiring, as well as checking up on the different kinds of paint for sale.]

[ACTION - E (339 Brady Lane, Afternoon, HOUSE RESIDENTS)]

[While Balin was able to rig up simple detonators from what he found at the construction yard, doing something on the level of what he had planned would require some help to get right. To that end, he's stopping by Quinn's house to see if the guy's home. If the garage is open he'll be taking a peek to see if the technomancer's hanging around. If not, he'll head over to the front porch and ring the doorbell.]

Yo, Quinn! You there?

[He really should have phoned ahead ...]

[ACTION - F (Mayfield Outskirts, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Like he's been doing for the past week, Balin continues to test and experiment with the C-4 he had created in the past week or two. By now, all the test detonations in that field have created some ready-made earthworks for future testing—a short trench five feet deep, beyond which are other shallow craters where more bricks of C-4 have gone off.]

[Balin can be found out here doing a final battery of experiments with what remains of his first few batches of C-4. Which means there'll be the occasional explosion coming from the outskirts of town—just mind the sign by the side of the road if you head out that way to investigate.]

The shops
[Later that week Slugger visits the dress shop downtown to check out rental tuxedos for prom. Much of the time is spent wandering around with a disinterested expression on his face until something catches his eye or until someone chooses a tux for him and forces him into it. When he's finally in a suit and standing before the mirrors, he's fumbling with his bow tie. Despite his best attempt at tying it, it unravels instantly and he breathes a frustrated sigh. Someone remind him why prom is even a thing.]

At home
[Later that evening, Slugger peers out from behind a corner into the living room. Finding it empty, he treads quietly into the room with a rolled up mat which he then unfurls in the middle of the floor. Painted accross the mat are numbered footsteps with arrows between them in the pattern of a basic waltz. Awkwardly, he stands beside the mat and places one foot onto the first footstep.]


Driveway of 726 Anderson Lane
[A big black hearse pulls into the driveway and parks beside Edward's Riddlermobile. The driver-side door opens and Slugger steps out onto the driveway with a wide grin on his face. Since when does he know how to drive? Evidently, this isn't his first time behind the wheel. He's got his ride, now time to get ready for prom.]

Outside 1451 Mitchell Road
[The hearse is now parked at the end of Ai's driveway. Dressed in his pinstripe tux, Slugger gives the car horn a honk before stepping out.]

Around Mayfield
[With some time to kill before prom, Slugger is driving around town in his stolen hearse. Need a ride to prom? Does he know you or your date? He might be pulling up to offer you a ride. There's plenty of room in back where the coffin should be. Or is it prom after-hours and you need a ride home? He can do that, too. Otherwise he's happy to destroy your mailbox and send your trash bins flying.]