[ A) PHONE ]

[ If you choose to pick up the phone, at first you'll hear silence on Beato's end - a silence that lasts for a moment or so before she speaks: ]

A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis: The Wife said she was sleeping. The Cook was cooking breakfast. The Gardener was picking vegetables. The Maid was getting the mail. The Butler was cleaning the closet. The police instantly arrested the murdered. Who did it and how did they know?

[ B) ACTION: AROUND TOWN ]

[ Beatrice isn't too content about once again losing her magic, nor being taken away from the game that she was supposed to be playing. For that reason, the smile on her face is dark--almost frightfully so when she speaks. Her blue eyes look around the town with some interest despite her irritation ]

My, my! To think that this Gameboard would be as dull as this one...! A world like this will not even hold my interests for even a moment's time. That will not do, that shall not do at all!

[Phone]

So that...Er, Sunday was pretty weird, huh? Whenever a boy asked em to do something, I just...wanted to do it for them! It was the strangest thing, I couldn't help myself. I just wanted to make them happy and smile and didn't care about what it was...

[A sheepish laugh.]

I guess it was just a little more odd than it was unsettling...I mean, if I was doing good things, I don't really see why I should feel bad about it. Somebody told me it's because it was a holiday. I'm wondering if all holidays are gonna make me do weird stuff in the future. Like...I hear there's a big holiday at the start of next month.

So...is there anything I should expect in a couple weeks? Or anytime in the future, really...
[You can practically hear the polite smile on her face.]
Thanks!

[A. 839 Hastings: Clarice is picking up the mail out front when she notices one addressed to her. Curious she opens the letter and pulls out a piece of paper with.... a picture of something. She's distracted though and drops it as something seems to hit her face. A moment later she tentatively touches under her right eye...for anyone that sees her, she appears to have a strange mark ...almost like a burn there.]

[So on top of regaining her gunpowder burn, Clarice also got a message from a place calling to tell her she's going to be fired if she doesn't show up to work. ...as a secretary.]

[Phone]

I'm sure this is a foolish question, but is there anyway to change our jobs here? I'm a federal agent, not a secretary. 


[B. Turns out the answer is no. So Clarice is at work at a generic Mayfield office. Looking quite unhappy as she sorts papers.]

[C. Shooting range. So what do you do when you've had a bad day? Go down and practise shooting things. Which is just what she's doing now. Ignoring the male drones glares as she easily outshoots them.]

[Phone | Filtered to AM]

Hello there. I would like a minute of your time, if possible.


[Phone | Open]

Who here likes riddles...? I have one.

I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation, and I surround every place. What am I?

Well?


[Action: John Doe Park | Night]

[once the sun went down, Dainn went out for a walk again. if there was one thing he liked about Mayfield it was that it had perfect nights.

he eventually winds up at the park and sits down to watch the stars.] It really is a beautiful night...

[and once again, he wouldn't mind company. misery loved it, after all.]

[A: Action for 915 Bilko]

[...Rocky doesn't even notice the strange room or the partner in his bed at first. No, the first thing that he registers is that his clothing feels odd against his body, like something's missing... Fur.

He looks at his human hands, feels his human face, and -- having no idea what sort of creature he's turned into here -- lets out a loud shout.]

[B: Open Phone Call]

Hello? Hello? Who's out there? What's going on?

[Rocky prides himself on being able to take anything in stride, but this is just too bizarre.]

What am I?!

( small OOC note under cut. )

[ action; john doe park, noon. ]

[ Jake isn't very satisfied with his life at the moment. Given that he's a prisoner in a world where adventures can't be made everyday, he's slowly growing more and more dissatisfied. He's happy that he gets to meet and talk to people, don't get him wrong, but there's only so many strangers he can scare away before he gets tired of even trying.

So, he figures it's about time to take his life into his own hands and make a name for himself. He taps into his knowledge of comic books and thinks of something he can do that's reminiscent to the likes of Spider-Man. It doesn't take long for Jake to realize he can't shoot web so that idea is shot to dark, but he's suddenly wild-eyed when an older woman has her cat stuck in a tree. Like the wannabe hero that he thinks he is, he wastes no time climbing up the bark like some kind of spider monkey only to--

-- come crashing down. The very unsettling snap of an arm can be heard and he yelps out with pain. He also came into contact with the ground in a not-so-friendly embrace, a stream of crimson going down his nose. Ow. With a broken arm and bloodied nose, he's just going to sit there until someone decides to be the hero that he fails to be. ]

[ phone. ]

'Ello, 'ello to anyone who's taken an interest in listening! I was perhaps wondering if one of you ladies and gents would like to participate in the.. what do you call it, the dreaded Truth or Dare game? More or less the dare part, but whatever works. And I do think it'd be interesting if we made it the moderate-to-risque level of difficulty.

Anyone up to the challenge? Hm?? Dammit, I am using this blasted phone correctly, right?