[Jeanne awakens in bed... and immediately gives a prayer to God. This is not the angry and murderous END Jeanne, but a Jeanne who died gloriously in battle, a martyr, and was brought into the strange fantasy world as a Drifter, a defender of humans. and pacifist who wouldn't dream of taking another person's life.

949 Beulah Street - All Over Town

[Jeanne exits her home wielding a makeshift trashcan lid as a shield. She observes her surroundings and if there's any sign of trouble, she will try to intervene.]

Church

[Jeanne kneels before the cross in Church, in prayer once more. Approach?]

Phone

I am unfamiliar with this land. I was brought from my native France to the realm of Drifters and Ends, and once again I find myself in a land away from God's green Earth. 

I will still not relent in the defense of the people. Should anyone require help, I shall come to their aid.

A | Morning | 5725 Cunningham Lane [Housemates]

[Riza, though she usually is up early, is up even earlier today, and she is in the kitchen, humming quietly as she makes breakfast. This is rather unusual for her, seeing as she is a self-proclaimed poor cook. That being said, the breakfast spread on the table when she went to find everyone in the house looks better than edible--it even looks tasty.]

B | Late Morning | 5275 Cunningham Lane [Backyard]

[Hello there, Mayfieldians! There sure is a good smell coming from the backyard of that house over there - it almost smells like freshly baked bread! That’s largely because it is, with the house having acquired a covered set of ovens and what essentially amounts to a full kitchen in the backyard. It’s not the best place for a kitchen, but Roy Mustang will be damned if he interrupts his lovely wife’s cooking for his baking. The remains of an alchemy circle, drawn in the ground, can be seen surrounding this large kitchen area for those familiar with that sort of thing]

[As for the Flame Alchemist himself, he’s working happily in his area, kneading some dough as he prepares the next batch for the oven. The smile on his face makes him seem quite approachable, and really, who doesn’t like bread?]

C| Afternoon | Around Town [Open to all CR and anybody who thinks baked goods are tasty]

[After the cooking comes the spoils. Riza’s spent the afternoon baking suddenly she isn’t baking bricks but rather delicious cookies and Roy has made quite a bit of very well-made bread. Since they are so used to running a rather busy bakery, they have made far more baked goods than they could possibly consume.]

[THEREFORE, if you happen to think baked goods are yummy, or if Riza or Roy know you, you can now be on the receiving end of some of the best baked goods from East City!]

[ooc: responses to this action can be from Roy, Riza, or both (but separately).]

D | Evening | Grocery Store [Replies from both Roy and Riza]

Hello, Roy.

[Riza smiles, now toting an empty basket that previously contained a large quantity of cookies, and gives him a quick peck on the cheek.]

We cleaned the kitchen out quite well this morning...it’s good we’ve decided to meet and get more groceries.

[In response, Riza is the proud recipient of a warm smile]

I’m just sorry this is the best date I can muster right now, Mrs. Mustang. I hope you won’t hold it against me?

[She smiles sheepishly in response. Flattery, despite several years of marriage, continues to make her nervous.]

Of course not.

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( ”And )

[A. Park]: [ If you knew Rita as she was before, you'd be in pretty major shock at the sight in front of you. Having had her memories altered, she believes that rather than falling in love with blastia at the age of ten at the orphanage she lived at, she instead fell in love with song and dance. With her prodigious talent, Rita rose to fame and become the most popular popstar in all of Terca'Lumireis.

And so in line with this new past of hers, Rita can be found in the park dancing, skipping around and yes, singing out loud for everyone to hear. It's a popstar's duty, after all!]

♫ I would not be just a nuffin',
My head all full of stuffin',
My heart all full of pain, ♫

[She hops up onto a bench and sings with even more bravado, doing her very darnedest to entertain this poor little town.
...Yes, it's completely obnoxious, but she could probably sound much words.]

♫ I would dance and be merry,
Life would be a ding-a-derry,
If I only had a brain! ♫


[B. Phone]: Hey there!♪

So, I'm going to have to rely on the kindness and generosity of my fellow Mayfield captives today, because I'm wondering if one of you would like to make a donation! I'm looking for any kind of fabrics, buttons, threads, the works! The clothes here are so drab and so I sketched out a design for a killer new outfit, but I don't have enough materials to put it together. Oh! Tassels would be nice too! Something with a little flash, you know?

[She's doing her best to sound pleasant and persuasive, because popstars are usually able to charm their way into getting whatever they want and Mayfield should be no different, right? Just god help them if they don't comply with her wishes. It's safe to say there are unhealthy levels of bubblegum and smiles in each of her words. It's almost completely absurd how bouncy her voice sounds.]

I can't do much in the form of compensation, because I haven't gotten my allowance yet, buuuut~
If I can get this outfit together, I'd be more than happy to sing at your birthdays, parties, wherever you need a little ray of sunshine!

So how about it, Mayfield? Are you gonna do Aergirl a favor?

[Phone]

Now. It seems this town still has a bit of teeth after all, doesn't it? Considering I believe there's very little I could say to emphasize on the current game the town has chosen to play, as far as I can see it, let me ask something. A sole question is all I have for you today.

Tell me, my friends: are you real?

[Action - Park]

[Despite the fact the Major has been able to keep up his "cheerful" demeanor lately, it's slipping just a bit inwardly. It's an odd feeling to be well and truly annoyed for once. Annoyance and anger, while not uncommon to the Major were emotions that tended to come at one moment and then speed away the next. Brief bouts he had that would soon disappear.

But with the loss of nearly all his allies in town, annoyance was well and indeed what he felt. he was accustomed to failure, that was true. But he was also accustomed to the fact that he had ways to pull himself back up. He had setbacks before. But never quite setbacks like this, setbacks which he had no way of circumventing or working with, at least not immediately.

Yet at the same time he supposed that too would pass. After all, he may be defeated once, again, a thousand times but he would still raise himself up again. And for the moment he just needed some time to relax. And to think.

With so many people out of their gourd at the moment he supposed now would be a safe time to indulge himself a bit. During the half a century he had been in hiding, there were many hobbies the Major had taken up to keep himself entertained. To keep himself active in something at the very least.

One of the Major's hobbies - although he would not call it a passion - was the violin. It was an instrument that he had started off poorly with and truth be told he's far from a master. But fifty years practice has made him at the very least a decent practitioner of the instrument. Some would even say he's good.

He just sits on one of the park benches, playing and smirking to himself. It's not his favorite type of music, especially for the types he usually composes. But he supposes it'll do for now to keep him occupied.]

((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. Phone.]
"Good morning everyone! How are you today? I hope all is well! If anyone needs any help with anything or healing or just want a listening ear or anything else, let me know! It'd be my pleasure to help!"


[B. Your house, if you are or have non-drone children.]
"Good day! I've got a new batch of toys made, I thought little ___ might like one!"

[AUCade has found out about most of the young boys and girls in Mayfield in his AU Mayfield history, and has made a regular habit of making toys and giving them out from time to time.
Cade is towing a cart full of different intricate clockwork toys of many different types: tiny turtles that really swim, brass dragonflies that really fly, trains, submarines, and a variety of other things.


[C. Coffee shop.]
[It's tea time! Cade is enjoying a cup by himself, but he'd happily welcome any company!]


[D. 305 Miller.]
[Cade is relaxing happily at home, reflecting on how well these past few days have been going for him, even if a lot of people have been acting strangely lately.

He is currently listening to the radio as he relaxes on the couch, but if any housemates come by, he'll be eager to attend to them.]

( AU field information )

[A: Phone]

I've been thinking lately about how little changes really make the difference in how we perceive the world around us. I know there's been a lot of confusion going around lately. That's to be expected here. As much as I hate to admit it, we have to live by the whims of this town. That is until the day comes where we find an escape or at least a better way of living. We shouldn't let ourselves be divided by whatever change has happened to us or the people we know. We're strong on our own to survive so much already, but together...

Just think about it.

[B: Albright and beyond]

[Now that Esther has said her piece she will be heading off to church. She feels the need for some divine reassurance right now. Feel free to run into her along the way?]

[C: Church of Salvation]

[Esther will be heading inside the building after her series of random encounters to what else? Pray. Feel free to catch her heading into the building or finishing up her prayers.]

( AU Information and introspection under cut. )

[ACTION - A (In and Around 458 Stone, Morning, HOUSEMATES)]

[Gat's busy taking care of house chores. Much as he'd rather be outside the house doing things other than being here with this woman who sees him as an arch-nemesis, this house was a shared living space. There's Chen to think about, and the drone human kids, too. He's got some responsibility to keep house.]

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

[Where the technology of Mayfield's era once left Gat a little awkward due to its relative primitiveness compared to that of Gurhal and Coral's, he's now more confounded by it because much if it is actually more advanced than the technology Coralian civilization is capable of producing after the Great Blank.]

[This isn't exactly a good switch-up when you're trying to check the fire engine's ... engine ... for problems.]

[Are you a fellow firefighter? Or just passing by the firehouse? Feel free to bug the RAcast!]

[ACTION - C (Shooting Range, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[When you're living with a woman who thinks you're her arch-nemesis and is more than ready to kill you to satisfy her deep-seated grudges, it pays to keep your own fighting skills at top notch. Which is why, while Dakki's out spending time training or exercising her skills as a Hunter, Gat's doing the same as a Ranger. Even though he has a strange mechgun that was sent to him for Christmas last year, Gat's preferring to train with whatever weapons are at hand—mostly shotguns and hunting rifles. As might be expected of an android, he's not a bad shot—but it looks like he's working on his timing and speed more than his aim.]

[ACTION - D (Anywhere in Mayfield, Evening/Night, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Rather than go home, Gat's decided to take some time to explore the town. Not necessarily to get a feel for the lay of the land—he'd already done that a few times, especially after he got this strange non-Coralian CAST body. It's mostly exploring for the sake of exploring—and the closest thing he'll get in a town such as this to the lifestyle he led in the post-Great Blank world, drifting from one town to the next.]

[Given the increase in violence in the town recently, though (to say nothing of Dakki's behavior), he's not letting his guard down.]