Part A | Around 337 Brady Lane

[Well looky here. Zombies. This is just great. Applejack's seen Nightmare of the Dead before, and that was a good reference for the last time there was zombies swarming Mayfield. Last time Theo kept the house pretty safe from them too, so she figures this will probably a good place to keep an eye on things.

Most of her friends can probably handle this too. It's not like they're new or can't....

OH SWEET CELESTIA APPLE BLOOM IS HERE NOW!!

And now there's an orange blur as a pony runs out into the street.]

Goldarn it, this town just enjoys making things difficult, doesn't it?!

Part B | Anywhere in Town

[There is a frantic orange pony running down the streets. Occasionally she checks the street signs with nothing but a look of annoyance. So much so that at some point, she feels the need to shout her frustration.]

Why can't Ah find Stevens Road?!

Part C | Outside 2239 Stevens Road

[Applejack has finally made it to where her little sister said she lives at and is now trying to find her. This involves pounding on doors and shouting. Hope your housemates are understanding Apple Bloom!]

Apple Bloom? APPLE BLOOM?! You okay! Are you here? Oh please don't tell me she's out in the town during this...

[Action - 748 Partridge Drive - locked to housemates and neighbors]

[Knock Out shifts in bed, sighing at the softness of the sheets. Much more luxurious than his recharge bunk back on the Nemesis, that's for sure. His eyes open, and for a moment, he feels different, but in a good way; his body isn't aching all over from being hit by a train. He reaches up to feel his face, smiling at the smoothness before stopping, his expression freezing. He rubs his face again, his fingers now pressing into the soft skin of his cheeks, his eyes widening. He holds his hand up to look at it, and gasps at the sight of a human hand. Ignoring everything else around him, he jumps out of bed, running to the closest mirror and checking...

He rubs his eyes, then rubs them again. His face isn't his. No sleek curves, no sheen of well-polished metal, no deep paint detailing, not even his beautiful glowing optics. Just 100% pure USDA-grade human meat.

Which, naturally, elicits a blood-curdling howl from him.]

[Phone]

I don't care where I am right now, because quite frankly, that's the least of my worries.

I want to know just who took my body and put me in this... this... disgusting skinsuit!

[Action; 7135 Brooks; outside]

[There's a bit of a belated package arriving today for Rarity.  Of course, never having gotten back anything terribly debilitating or depressing yet, she gently unwraps it right away to see what's inside.  A small photograph of her live-in dress shop in Ponyville, Carousel Boutique, floats up out of the package propelled by her magic before disappearing in a flash.  At the same time, behind Rarity, there is now a large circus tent top situated on top of the Kadoya household, forming a new top floor to the structure.  Surprised, she whirls around and silently regards the new addition to the house for a moment before breaking into a smile.]

My goodness, what a generous offering!  I wonder what I did to deserve something like this!

[Action; 7135 Brooks; inside]

[Housemates will notice Rarity busybodying around the house all day long, moving things from the small spare bedroom she's been afforded to sleep and work in up until now and floating them upstairs to the house's new third story.  There's much more space up there, after all, and it's much closer to the sort of lodgings she's used to.  She'll be in and out and back and forth all day, periodically leaving the house to come back with curtains and small pieces of furniture and all sorts of things.]

Oh, so much to do!  Busy busy busy!

[He woke up early, like most mornings, going from sleep to awake fairly quickly. He knew something was wrong from the moment he opened his eyes, the base looked nothing like this, in fact this looked to be the interior of a civilian human home, though how he fit in here, or it was reproduced with such detail at the right scale was not calculating out. That was when he realized the next thing that was wrong, he had no statistics or battle computers, in fact it felt like all he had available was his basic processor.

He heard a movement beside him, the shift of fabric, and turned his head to look, fully expecting to see Jazz there, unaware of the change in their situation. Instead he found himself looking directly into the eyes of a woman, she smiled at him when their eyes lock and she reached up, putting a hand on his cheek, greeting him with a good morning before starting to lean in, clearly intent on kissing him.

It was right then that Prowl had more than enough, falling back out of the bed as he pushed forcefully away from her, his eyes wide. He took the opportunity of her shocked look to jump up to his feet and look around the room for the way out. Finding the door he went straight for it, only just realizing that he had a human form, as he stared at his hand on the door knob. He looked around again and a mirror caught his eye, and standing there was a man with fairly Asian features with the exception of bright blue eyes.


Once changed into the kind of clothes that Spike and Sparkplug wore around, rather then the loose pants he had woken up in, he headed straight out of the house, not responding to the woman or the children in the house. Once outside he wandered around, trying to find clues of where he was, and more importantly, where Jazz was, as he could feel the other was somewhere near by.]

[ Action ]
( Library - Morning )
[ Charles has gotten quite used to life in Mayfield since he had arrived. It was even easier to get around in a wheelchair now. He had even developed a routine until the school year had ended. Now, he was developing a new routine. His day always started at the library, going through a few books. Anyone who notices him there, would find that he pulls things off the shelf, puts them on his lap, and decides if he would like to read. Once he has several books, he moves to a table, and settles down there with about seven books. ]

( General Store - Early Afternoon )
[ Charles always intends for his trip to the general store to be quick. He never gets much. Just a lined notebook, a graph notepad, a new pen, juice, and a snack for the day. He's just browsing through the aisles and seems to be enjoying the quiet. ]

( John Doe Park - Mid Afternoon - Early Evening )
[ Charles leaves himself sitting near the edge of the park. He leaves the juice and chips in the bag hanging over the arm of his chair, as he starts with the graph paper. He's plotting out moves in chess games. He occasionally says things out loud, mumbles, though. Nothing anyone could really understand, at least. ]

[ Phone; Evening - Unfiltered ]

I see that things have settled down; however, is anyone in need of assistance? I understand things such as this can have a bit of a lasting aftermath and I don't really expect everyone to be okay for a little while.

[ He pauses. ]

Also, I was wondering if anyone here knows where I can obtain a chessboard, and if anyone knows how to play. I would love to play it with someone soon, if it is possible.

[Action | 945 Beulah]

["Family" members, if any are home, may notice the scrawny quiet child of the house dragging a rather large steel pipe through the house. Where the heck Crona got something like that may be a concern...but what on earth does the kid intend to do with it?

It's a little hard to sneak through the house with a heavy-ass pipe.]

[Action | Around Town]

[Same as in the house...there is a young gender ambiguous child dragging a large, heavy steel pipe through the streets.

Not much else to say on the matter...except the kid seems to be arguing quietly with nobody in particular.]

[Action | Near Makeout Point]

[Crona really hadn't been sure where to go, but ended up near Makeout Point. Seems there isn't very many people around this time of the day...skipping school seems to have its advantages. Crona finds a reasonably stable place to stand, as well as a place where the kid might not be easily noticed.]

Stooop, I'm doing it okay? [...] It's not my fault you can't do anything.

[Crona lifts that pipe, holding it as one would hold a sword. It's painfully obvious that it's hard for the young waif to lift the thing and keep it suspended, but Crona begins moving through what would probably be the strangest sword-forms anyone has ever seen. Or at least, attempts to. It's hard for Crona to control the heavy implement, and has to set it back down against the ground pretty often.]

I told you, they said you'll probably get more back later. [...] I just want to help if something happens. [...] Because they're nice to me, just like Maka and everyone were...

[Feel free to interrupt, Crona's already growing used to the fact that there's nowhere safe around here...but the kid will probably still be easily surprised by people showing up.]

[Action - 335 Brady Lane]

[Now that it's summer, that means that Accelerator has absolutely no obligation to be anywhere. As such, he's taken up residence on the couch and doesn't intend to leave.

...Good luck with that, housemates.]

 [Phone]

Can't believe I've wasted an entire fucking year in this shitty town. The bastards running this hell can't even come up with creative ways to make our lives miserable anymore, because I've seen the zombie shit twice now.

Hmpth. And at this point, I'm the last Esper here, too. Is it common to be the only person from your world here? I wouldn't know, I don't pay any fucking attention.