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Loosha
15 June 2012 @ 01:12 am
MAGIC IN THE WATER  
[726 Anderson Lane]

[Look around, Puzzle Party Death family. The pictures in your house have been replaced, and they are quite peculiar. One features Luke opening a Christmas box with Lil' Slugger peeping innocently over his shoulder as a tiny manatee pokes its head out of the box. Another shows Edward in the park, throwing a frisbee as a normal-sized manatee... somehow sails through the air after it. And then, there's the one of Susan, smiling proudly next to a gigantic dinosaur manatee, who is balancing a ball on her nose at the Mayfield-Westport-Plainsville tri-county dog show.

Also, the backyard fence is broken, and there is a big fat belly trail that seems to have been dragged across a few other yards.

MYSTERIES EVERYWHERE.]


[John Doe Park]

[Are you going out on the lake on this nice summer's day? If so, you just may be in for a lit-tle surprise...]
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doucher ♐ (archer extra)
15 June 2012 @ 12:16 pm
one. ♐ he doth his green way beguile to fair hostess merriment  
[Backdated slightly to post-Zombiefield!]

[A. ↣ 1129 Taylor. (Morning } Midday)

The zombies have gone, and now it's time to clean up. Archer can be found outside of his house today working to remove the makeshift barriers he had hastily thrown up before he departure for first the park and then, eventually, the Church. He's not being especially careful about how he goes about this, unfortunately, so passerby might want to be wary of any 2x4s or half-busted chairs or whatnot being unceremoniously chucked their way.]

[B. ↣ John Doe Park. (Noon } Afternoon)

Those who visit the park today will likely find themselves in for a surprise, as Archer has laid down several traps carefully hidden in the foliage. The majority of them are snares set to yank the target up into the air, once they unwittingly step into the concealed noose and trigger the trap, and leave them dangling there to struggle. These traps have been made more with entertainment in mind than survival, as Archer's enlisted some very strong branches and thick cordage in their construction; being caught in one will be humiliating and somewhat painful, but not lethal.

The deadlier traps are of a smaller scale and concealed within the thickest part of the trees; these were created and placed with a more serious earnest, their targets not blundering humans but quick and wily squirrels. Archer checks on these routinely from his perch high up in the branches, albeit with less frequency than he does the bigger, sturdier snares.]

[C. ↣ Eeeeverywhere. (Evening } Night)

It seems that setting up snares isn't the only trick Archer feels up to practicing. Once the sun has gone down enough to obscure everything in the dusky shadows of approaching night, Archer will take to the rooftops. He moves stealthily, quickly, a nimble figure flitting from house to house. He relies solely on the agility and strength of his now-very-human body to do this; after all, there was little way of knowing that he'd be regaining his Servanthood first, when the time came, so slacking off was simply not an option in a dangerous town like this.

He will cover every block at least once, sometimes twice, seeking to familiarize himself with the town's layout until he knows it like the back of his hand. Often, Archer will pause in his scouting to peer down at any pedestrians below and watch them with keen, intelligent eyes from the gloom. He will also listen at windows on a whim, either from the roof or as he's climbing his way up there.]
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Jazz
15 June 2012 @ 01:28 pm
2nd Beat [Phones]  
[He and Prowl have been here alone long enough. They've settled in. Somewhat. Their "stepford families" are a bit of a thorn in their sides, but moving their sleeper-sofas out to their garages and alternating spending the night at each other's houses has helped with that. Now it's time to get to work.

First order of business: Finding out if they're the only Autobots - or Cybertronians period - that have also been brought to the city. Of course, if he just broadcasts who and what he is, he's unlikely to get any Decepticons to answer. So he has to be neutral about the whole thing.

Or as neutral as possible. Hopefully it works. So have a voice calling out a rather strange greeting over the phones today, Mayfield. He's fully aware that humans don't know it. But that helps narrow down who's been brought here with him and Prowl.]

Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong.
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Latvia
15 June 2012 @ 03:04 pm
Astoņi ● Phone ; Action  
●　Phone

Hey… this may be a silly question but, uhm…

There wouldn’t happen to be anyone from Latvia living in Mayfield, would there? Jāņi is coming up and it would be nice to celebrate with someone. I know it probably won’t be the same as back home but I’m sure it’ll still be fun.

Anyone...?

Heh, I guess not...

●　Action ; John Doe Park

[After school Latvia sits in the shade at John Doe park. He seems a little melancholy as he weaves oak leaves together into some kind of wreath. Anyone who gets close enough might hear him humming Latvian folk songs under his breath]

[ooc] Just for anyone curious, Jāņi is pronounced like "Yah-nyi".
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Alfred F. Jones
15 June 2012 @ 10:41 pm
★ Six - I've seen Fire and I've seen Rain  
[His first real experince with the horror that is Mayfield, and it had to be zombies. When it came to injuries, he'd had worse-- flaming death included. But he got a queasy feeling in his stomach thinking about... tearing people's throats out. Trying to eat his sister. War was hell, but you didn't eat people.

Then there was the little matter of his recovery. It wasn't going so well. Well... ordinary humans didn't tend to recover from things like that at all, so all things considered it was actually going swimmingly. But he was still a sight; his skin was pink and raw where it wasn't covered in ugly blackish scabs. His face is probably the worst of it: he's missing an eye, part of his chin and most of his throat. It's pretty nasty, and he doesn't really want to subject anyone to that, so his intention was to hole up in his bedroom 'til it healed a little better.]

A] The Firehouse - Tuesday

[The second day of skipping work he got an irate call from his drone boss, chewing him out for shirking his responsibilities and putting all of Mayfield at risk. Well, that was no good. His hero instincts wouldn't let him stay home after that, so he shows up to the fire station looking like the poster child for Fire Safety himself.]

B] Annie's Flowers - Wednesday

[His wounds are healing a bit by now, so after work he ventures to stop by the flower shop to pick up a few things. How do you appropriately say to someone "I'm sorry for trying to eat you?"]

C] 1447 Mitchell Road - Wednesday

[Knock knock. America's at your door with a bouquet and a box of chocolates.]

D] Around town - Anytime

[You might run into America on his way around town-- feel free to bug him. He's wearing long sleeves and a scarf despite the beautiful, temperate early June weather.]
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Balin Wilbur
15 June 2012 @ 11:41 pm
DEPLOYMENT 19: Mech Warrior  
[ACTION - A JUNE 8 (847 Goldberg, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]


[On the morning right before the Blackwing Project virus is unleashed, Balin gets his own package in the mail, sitting right by the mailbox. He picks it up to take a look at it, realizing quickly just how heavy it is, and setting it back down again just a few steps onto the driveway.]

[If it's this heavy, it's got to be some kind of hardware he had back on the front lines ... but the town's already given him back his Series 3 shotgun, which means—]

[Balin promptly starts opening the package right then and there, tearing it open almost like a kid on Christmas. Then he puts on what's inside—pieces of armored plate and underlayers, fitting right over his usual PT uniform. Boots excepted, of course—he swaps those out with the armored ones in the package.]

Balin puts on his Mech Armor suit.

[Neighbors or passerby on the street might see him putting it on—and of course, so will the housemates, since he'll be going back inside the house to take care of a few last things before heading off to work.]

[ACTION - B JUNE 8 (Anywhere in Mayfield, Late Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]


[Balin's feeling a lot more like his usual self now that he has his Mech Armor suit back, and it shows. He's wearing it everywhere he goes today, whether it's working at the construction yard or on his daily physical training regimen. For anyone who's met him before—especially back during the memory corruption—Balin carries himself in a more confident way as he goes about his business.]

[ACTION - C JUNE 9 (Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]


[When the Blackwing virus shows itself, though, it's back to business.]

[He'd heard Ciel's phone call about it, but this time, he's not going to trust Caesar to the battle nun's care. With more of his hardware and Logos Abilities in his possession than last year, Balin's a lot more confident in his ability to hold ground against something so infectious. This kind of thing is, after all, exactly why he spent so much time trying to make homebrew Claymore mines.]

[But while he does have a number of usable prototypes on hand, neither he nor Quinn have had the time to work out a control system for selectively detonating the mines from a single location. He also doesn't have the blasting supplies on hand, which means ...]

[Balin's decided to take a risk while the outbreak is in its relatively early stages to try and get blasting caps and supplies from the construction yard for rigging up to the makeshift mines he'd built at the house. He's almost certain that the town's going to turn into a war zone very quickly, which is why he's armed, armored, and dangerous. Care to prove him right?]

[ACTION - D JUNE 10-11 (Goldberg Street, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]


[The Blackwing zombies may retain enough tactical skill to set up ambushes and traps, but Balin's not about to be shown up by the undead. For the infected, Goldberg Street is a deathtrap—Balin's set up the house with the rough homebrew claymore designs he'd been building and experimenting with for the past few weeks.]

[Whether you're a survivor or an infected, you might occasionally hear the sound of a Claymore detonating every now and then if you're in the area. Or you might spot Balin using his Logos Abilities and firearms to clean up the streets. And he's probably not alone in fighting them.]

[PHONE JUNE 12 (Afternoon)]


[Once it's clear that the virus has burned itself out, Balin's going to see Quinn about finishing up the perimeter defense project properly. This time though, he's going to phone ahead.]

Yo, Quinn? I gotta speak with you on somethin'. You free?
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