[a. action: Mayfield Hospital]

[Molly is at the hospital in broad daylight, which is normal for her: she's been working pediatric rotations, and there's no reason why she shouldn't be there, really. Only, she's not in the pediatric ward at the moment. She's in an abandoned-looking hallway in the basement of the building, the very hallway which contains the utility closets and boiler rooms, all of which are vital to the operation of the hospital. Since it's difficult to get her hands on Semtex and high-tech wiring systems that haven't been invented yet, so Molly is making do with a pipe bomb, fashioned from everyday materials found around the house and at the local hardware store. She plants it in the boiler room with care, attaching a timer which gives her plenty of time to play her little game.

She sidles out of the boiler room and spends a few minutes rooting around in a supply closet, coming out with a mop and bucket which serve as her alibi for being in this part of the hospital in the first place.]

[b. phone]

[It's Molly's voice, alright, but it's changed from her last message. Gone is any trace of nervousness, any sign that she's a timid little girl trapped in a woman's body. Instead, her voice is smooth, silky, dangerous, and above all, playful.]

Hello, Mayfield. Sorry to interrupt your fun, but I've got a little riddle for you all.

[She laughs girlishly, like this is a game of truth-or-consequences.]

Your time is ticking down, and in one little day, one of the fine institutions of Mayfield is going to go...boom. Ooh, isn't this fun! I'll give anyone who cares to have a go five questions...though I can't promise I'll answer truthfully.

[Her voice gets scarily low, just for a moment, and there's an edge like a knife to it.] And don't even think about searching for it door-to-door...or I might just set off a few more fireworks.

Ta-ta, darlings!

[It's been such a dreadfully long time since she's had this much fun. Nobody had better spoil it for her.]

[Hol Horse was growing irritated. Not only did he find himself stuck in this town again, but STILL... no one from home. He's a little more... talkative, his voice a bit more... gruff. ...It's who he's always been! Honest!

The only thing he didn't approve of this place, aside from the fact he had no partners here... was well. All of the NON-AMERICAN TYPES. Yup. This was the normal attitude he's always had.

... Sure.

Taking his motorcycle out for a spin, he would make his usual stops. The park for girl watching, the store for more cigarettes... and eventually back to that dull place that he called home. If you look interesting enough during any of his stops, he may just stop and try to talk to you. Be careful around him though, if he doesn't end up liking you, things could quickly turn sour.]

( AU information )

[PHONE; unfiltered]

Did you know, Mayfield, that I've been here for a year now? ...Well, a year and two months, if you want to nitpick. So much time has passed, and yet we've come no closer to overcoming the magic this town lords over us. [Hawke spits out the word "magic" like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, her voice heavy with uncharacteristic hatred. Fenris would be so proud.] What I wouldn't give for some help from a templar friend or fifty right about now. We might benefit from a little structure around here; keep those pesky mages in line.

[ACTION; Church of Salvation]

[Frankly, Hawke is a pretty bad Andrastian. She isn't a templar, nor is she a chanter, and she sure as hell isn't devout. Considering all this, she isn't sure why she's drawn to the church, of all things. Perhaps it's because it resembles the Chantry in Kirkwall, if just a little bit, and she longs for anything that reminds her of home. Maybe it's because she remembers Sebastian, and how he was convinced that she was doing the Maker's work, defending the people from the mage threat.

Mostly, she thinks, she just wants to light a candle and remember all that's been lost because of magic. Religion is not her forte, but she'll pray for the deceased, regardless. She owes her mother that much, if nothing else.]

[PHONE - FILTERED TO DR. EGGMAN]

I don't know what you've done, Doctor. I don't know how the hell you were able to do it. But if you value that life of yours, you'll release him from your hold.

Now.

[ACTION - AROUND TOWN - EVENING

Shadow's making his usual rounds through the town at breakneck speed, leaping from rooftop to rooftop and glaring down into the dimly lit streets. His chest is wrapped in white bandages, and his eyes are cold as the breeze. His body has grown weak in captivity, he's weaker still in his resolve. But tonight, Shadow intends to cast his doubts aside. There's little reason for him to turn back now. He's put the past behind him once, he can do so again, can't he?

He'll have to, for this is a hedgehog on a mission. He may make a few stops along the way---taking an opportunity to reflect on these memories that haunt him in John Doe Park, to appear beneath Rainbow Dash's cloud house for a brief moment, or perhaps to speak to anyone that bothers to address him---but this hedgehog is en route to Eggman's headquarters house. And he doesn't plan on walking away empty-handed.]

((OOC: Shadow comes from a grim future, the future that Mephiles the Dark predicted he'd experience in Sonic the Hedgehog 2006. Following the death of Princess Elise, the world was plunged into chaos and wildfire, and the government latched onto Shadow and used him as their scapegoat for the end of the world. After watching all his close friends die, spending years on the run and almost two centuries in government captivity, Shadow's grown to be a lot more emotionally detached, exhausted, grizzled, and violent.))

[Action A - Around Town, Daytime]

[This morning was a bad morning. And today was a bad day. Where did his DARK POWERS go? Where were his minion-kittens to boss around? This whole thing sucked, and he was gonna take it out on everyone today.

Nyanpire is mean and out for blood in a completely non-adorable fashion, Mayfield. Pet at your own risk. He's not gonna ask before he drinks, oh no no no.]

[Phone]

Animals of Mayfield! I'm tired of being treated like a pitiful-pitiful pet. You are, too, nyaa, I knyow it! We're way better than almost all the humans in this place! It's time for us to have a REVOLUTION!

[This would maybe be a bit more inspiring if it weren't in a tiny little voice... but this tiny voice means business. There's the sound of something thumping on the other end of the line.]

The Animal's Army of Mayfield is gonna assemble! And we'll be running this place in NO time, nyaa! Come to the park tonight, nyaa, and show me if you've got the stuff to RISE UP!

[Action B - Park, early evening]

[The Dark Nyanpire makes good on his promises. He's on a bench in the park, frowning in a kittenish fashion, keeping a keen eye out for animals ready to take up the banner of REVOLUTION.]

[ACTION A, 1332 Benny Road]

[She's been in Mayfield for, what, over a year now? Miku has grown rather used to that weird feeling she gets when she wakes up in the morning. Still, though, it's...weirder, this time. She quickly shoves it to the back of her mind and makes her way down the stairs and to the kitchen to make breakfast for the others. The sooner it's out of the way, the sooner she can retreat to the garage to play.

Housemates will be treated to the sight of Miku, who, for once, isn't wearing one of her Project Diva outfits, cooking breakfast. And before you ask, there is a very little amount of leeks today, which should probably tip you off that something is wrong here.]

Ah, hi. [And...okay, that little wave is just weird.]

[ACTION B, school]

[Well, there's only a few days of school left, so she might as well make them count. In between classes, where she takes care not to draw any attention to herself, Miku can be found in the music room, tuning up her guitar and, very occasionally, singing.

You might want to make yourself scarce if you want to listen to the last one.]

[ACTION C, John Doe Park]

[Hey, it's kind of a given that you'll find her there. Sometime after school lets out, Miku and her guitar will be retreating to some remote place in the park to play. If you're lucky, you might stumble on her while she's in the middle of a song, and if you're even luckier--or just close CR--she might even play for you.]

( AU information )

[BACKDATED to June 1]
((In this Cade's history, his mom grew tired of putting up with her husband's crap when Cade was only 5, and fled with Cade to Caisleain. She enrolled Cade in the academy their, where Cade received a better education and learned how to act the part of real gentleman. He focused on white magic in his studies, and became a healer when he was older.

Cade is now very polite, always opening doors, helping old ladies across the street, and basically being a big boy scout. He is no longer a skirt-chaser, and his accent has changed from sounding slightly Irish to sounding very English (South Hampshire, specifically). He grooms and dresses himself well (usually wearing a suit and tie), and in his spare time he builds toys for the children in town.))

A. [305 Miller]
[Cade is lying in the warm bed happy and content. Unconsciously, he scoots in closer to Jenny, and holds her in his arms in the "spoons" position. He smells her hair and sighs contentedly, then his eyes snap open and his heart drops into his stomach.

Oh dear! How did he get here! This is most improper! Jenny will not be pleased about this!]

B. [Around Town]
[Cade is walking around town, smiling and whistling brightly. At any given opportunity, Cade will be helping out where he can like a big old boy scout. Need help across the street? He's there! Kite stuck in a tree? He'll get it! Need help carrying your groceries! No problem! Want to borrow $5? Sure!
No matter what he is doing, he'll be very polite and proper about it, and talk in the most charming Southern English accent.]

C. [Jonathon's Tools]
[Cade is buying a variety of things, mostly tools for fine work, little springs, cogs, and other bits. Is he making a clock? Care to ask him what he is up to?]

D. [Phone]
[For those who don't have memories of AU Cade, you probably won't recognize Cade with the Southern English accent.]

"Hello all! I'm looking for a good supply of clockwork pieces, cogs and springs and such. I tried over at Jonathon's, they had some of what I needed, but otherwise I seem to be out of luck. Any help would be greatly appreciated, thank you!"

E. [Your house]
[Cade is just dropping by to see how you're doing! It is important to be a good neighbor!]

"Good day friend, how are you today?"

F. [Annie's Flowers]
[Cade has decided to buy some flowers for Jenny. What should he get. Roses seem like a bit too much. Maybe he could use some advice on this?]

"Excuse me, I could use some advice on flower selection! If it isn't a bother, that is!"

G. [Grocery Store]
[Cade is buying the following things at the grocery store today: white wine, spaghetti noodles, tomato sauce, basil, garlic, oregano, marjoram, parsley, ground pepper, Parmesan cheese, olive oil, ground beef, unsalted butter, a loaf of bread, cake flour, sugar, cocoa powder, a brick of semi-sweet chocolate, baking soda, baking powder, salt (kosher, if they have it), buttermilk, milk, eggs, vanilla extract, cream, whipped cream, and some strawberries.

If you want to talk to him, he'll be very friendly, and happy to talk about cooking and baking!]

H. [305 Miller - Again.]
[Cade is home early and cooking up a storm. A chocolate cake is in the oven, and spaghetti sauce is on the stove. Cade is hand-making some meatballs. The whole house smells delicious.]

( AU Information )

[ Friday Morning, 1490 Kramden Road, Master bedroom ]

[ Ilsa is slow to wake, stretching languorously against the one they assigned to her. For all his lack of external emotion, he was good for a steady diet of frustration, embarrassment and confusion.

Breakfast, as they say, was served. ]

[ Friday afternoon, MacCready and Sons ]

[ Drones didn't provide sustenance - there were no emotions, no energy about them. She went to work to keep from being one of them, and after her morning, wasn't really interested in feeding, just pretending to work, looking busy enough for the drones there to leave her alone.

That doesn't mean her aware co-workers were safe. ]

[ Saturday, any time, around town ]

[ The drones are as unpalatable to her as their food is to those that require it.

However, the aware prisoners provide her a smorgasbord of despair, turmoil, frustration and fear.

Delicious. ]

[Phone]

The Day of Judgement has come. I've observed long enough. Mother was right. Always right. You cannot be saved. Only cleansed in holy fire.

Let these fools that control this realm try and stop me. I shall fill their streets with the dead. I will shake their foundation. My Mother's Crusade shall continue, and they will perish in its wake.

So come, Mayfield. Show me your hope, your ideals, the lies you tell yourselves so that you may insist on your own righteousness. Show me so that I can send you, mercifully, to your extinction...


[Action]

-And it begins...-


[[ Dizzy will NOT be responding to phone calls. Only to the log. ]]

So... I guess as an Overlord I should properly take over this town or something. I can't believe I'm really the Overlord now. This is so unfair!

Um.... So, yeah! But don't worry I think I'll be a pretty nice Overlord. Not that Mao's dad wasn't nice, he seemed pretty good. I mean to do all that for your son that's pretty remarkable.

Any requests or suggestions please feel free to leave at 1766 Beaver Street.

( AU Information (contains spoilers for Umineko) )

A: 773 Bunker Street
[Since a servant of the Ushiromiya family has to be up early, Yasu has gotten up, eaten whatever was in the fridge, and is diligently cleaning the windows. Huh. Lion doesn't normally do that kind of housework...]

B: On the way back from the general store
[Since they've run out of some cleaning supplies, Yasu has gone to get some and is now heading home. Unfortunately Yasu may have overestimated how much was needed. Those are an awful lot of bags...]

[C: Phone]
Um... [There's someone taking a deep breath over the phone as though to steady themselves. Even though Yasu has been here for over a year, making public calls still isn't easy. Focus, Yasu. You can do this.] I was wondering...since there are people from different worlds here...some of you have magic where you're from, right? Or...witches, maybe? I was just wondering if anyone could tell me about what they're like where you're from. You don't have to if you don't want to, but...I'd really like to know, if that's okay...

[While that is Lion's voice, it's a lot more hesitant and timid than Lion usually sounds. Weird.]

[OOC: Replies will be from the journal servantmagic! I'll also be using female pronouns to refer to Yasu for reasons stated in the AU info.]

[As hollow as her head was at times, even Utsuho couldn’t not notice the changes that had come over the town lately.

It made her realize she had been slacking in chasing intruders off of “her” territory…mostly, because she was confused as to where that was supposed to be. The old house…there was no one in it she recognized as family in it anymore. This other house had a Satori-like figure in it and was a place to get food, so it probably counted…

In any case, it was reason enough to get the hell raven perched on the roof in her humanoid form, wings spread and braced against the peak of the roof like bipods. Her crouching posture doesn’t stop her from glancing furtively down the roads whenever something goes by—a person or a car. As long as it keeps on moving—or she recognizes the person in a favorable way—things are rosy and Okuu does nothing.

It’s if whatever-it-may-be doesn’t that things might get festive, as this is obviously a challenge! And made Okuu puff up her feathers to look twice as big as she already did and hiss.

…yes, even if you just stopped at the mailbox. Or with the daily paper.]

((OOC: Okuu is unaffected by any AUs.))

Phone

[This is not a friendly voice.  Or a happy voice.  This is a low, confident, openly demanding voice.  The sun has set and Nightmare Moon is making her plans for the night.]

This place bores me and I find this form confining.  I wish for entertainment.  Subjects, meet me in the park, unless you would rather face my wrath when I have to come and find you.

[No, she has no regains and looks like Princess Luna, but she won't let a little thing like that keep her from making threats.]

John Doe Park

[The princess is waiting for her subjects to arrive.  She's still trying to decide what she'll do with them.  Perhaps they can go find a present for her.  The shops are all closed, surely no one will notice if her subjects pick her out something.  At least not if they're quick and clever about it.  Or perhaps she can find something else for them to do . . .

Of course, anyone else in the park after dark is free to spot the princess pony looking down on everyone as though they are annoying insects.]

Around Town

[Of course some ponies might think it wiser to hide from their dark princess.  Nightmare Moon is looking around town for any stragglers, and she will not be happy if she finds them.]

( AU info )

[Phone]

Well, it looks like people's tempers are becoming riled again. And here I thought we'd finally had a long enough spell of people calming down to get along decently. [Not entirely clear if Miko's serious with that or not. However, the next part does have a slightly more somber note:]

There are those of us around here that will happily lend a hand or sword, or even a soothing scripture for anyone that might think themselves in danger here.

He who lives by the Dharma is protected by the Dharma, after all.

Speaking of which; Byakuren! I think this would work better to protect the more unfortunate if I had help. Do you mind if I send them to your house?

[Christ, Miko's a Buddhist, get in the car.]

[Action; 335 Brady Lane]

[HI BYAKUREN, GUESS WHO IS DROPPING BY YOUR HOUSE. Even if the answer to that question over the phones was 'no'. Miko's the damn Crowned Prince, and Miko can do what a prince wants.]