1) Action: 1334 Benny Street

[For the most part, Sasami was still a little shaken up over the carnival and being trapped in that room, deciding to stay far away from it. Thanks to it, she pretty much missed out on everything else that happened that day. However, waking up the next day and spotting a box outside, her curiosity got the better of her.]

A present? For me?

[Opening it up, there were two things inside. One was a set of her trademark red-beaded hair ties. The second was a card of... herself really. She picked it up and looked at it briefly before the card disappeared, dropping the box as she stepped back in shock.]

...what... what just happened there? [She didn't FEEL any different, but maybe it was just her.]

2) Phone

Um, I got a question - do boxes with items from home come here all the time? Because I just got one and... it's missing a lot of stuff from it. I know it's sounds silly to ask this, but... can't blame me for asking, right?

3) Action

[It taken her a lot of nerve to work up the urge to see about those hair ties. Maybe they were hers. Or maybe it was something the town planned. With a small sigh, she took up one of the ties and watched as it converted into a small staff.]

Oh, wow... it IS mine!

[With a bit of a smile on her face, she began taking a few skilled swings at it, trying to get the feel for it once more. It might not have been long without it, but she was certain she was a little rusty.]

[1335 Benny]

[Gakupo made it out of that awful place barely alive and functioning. Rin and Len had taken him to the hospital to get the necessary care he needed. Severely dehydrated, malnurished, and overall in crappy shape. He has been in there for a couple of days, but snuck out. There is still something bothering him.

He still hasn't seen Gumi yet.

Not wanting to leave such a task to anyone else, Gakupo goes to her house to see if she's there. Hopefully unharmed. He knocks on the door, and whoever answers will encounter a weary looking man with purple hair.]




[On the way home]

[He's walking pretty slowly. What a lazy pace! But you can't really blame him. He takes a rest on a nearby bench and sighs in relief. Wow, walking is hard.]



[1331 Benny]

[He's home, and in his room. Snuggling an eggplant.]



[PHONE]

Did everyone... [He trails off.] Are there...

[He stops again and sighs, continuing after a moment's pause.]

I hope everyone that was stuck in that...horrid carnival, is alright.

Lucas, I seemed to have lost the prize you gave me. Or it disappeared. Somehow, the latter seems more plausible. In either case, I apologize.

[ action ♥ 335 Brady Lane ]
( Housemate Action )

[ phone ♥ ]

U-um... I'm back! I'm back... Hello. Sorry about being in the carnival, um... I got some mail. Did anyone else get packages?

[ She fiddles with her two new cards. One has her favorite magical girl dress on it and the other has a classic demon. ] I hope everyone got back from the carnival okay. Haruhi-san, do you have the newspaper I gave you? Um, maybe we should get together and look that over... Did anyone else find newspapers or anything useful in the carnival? Could you let me know? I'm Satou, um and. I'm curious.

[ Satou pauses, looking at the card with the demon on it and frowning. Unimpressed with her regain and not sure what it means. ] And um... Alphonse...san, Mr, um... If you're listening, um... I'm sorry, sir... I about not being nice.

[ action ♥ makeout point ]
[ Despite what would be considered "good judgment", Satou heads to makeout point a few hours after her initial phone call to try training her magic. She's frustrated after letting herself get killed again, even when she had her magic, and needs to vent some steam. ]

Hm... no one is here, I hope? I wonder what that second card means...

A] Action - 1445 Mitchell Road

[America wakes up to his alarm clock, stretches, smiles, and leans over to kiss his wife on the cheek.] Good morning, sweetheart! [He gets out of bed, puts on his bathrobe and slippers and heads for the bathroom.] I should be down to breakfast in half an hour. [Hint hint.]

B] Action - Around Town

[Anyone running into America today might notice that he's more chipper than usual. Or, maybe not. It's sort of hard to tell.]

Beautiful sunny day, isn't it, neighbor? Supposed to be lovely this weekend. Might take the family out for a picnic.

( 916 bilko boulevard; action for scratch )

[ When Nadeko wakes up after all the days of worrying over people who had disappeared - and had now returned - she finds herself.. well, not in her own room. This room is definitely different, even if it's a bedroom in Mayfield all the same, and so she very carefully and shyly sets out to explore. At least her stuffed animals seem to have made the journey with her, since she has one grasped under an arm almost defensively as she makes her way through the house, trying to find out what's going on.

Little does she know that Mayfield just decided to change her housing, so he might find her trying to subtly sneak through the house (in pyjamas) while she actually is pretty obvious.. ]

( phone )

U-um..! To everyone that knows me, i-it seems I've changed addresses.. [ she stutters as she speaks up - speaking in public over these phone lines is scary, okay. ] I'm now living with oji-san at 916 Bilko Boulevard. [ .. ] A-ah, wait, I think most of you know oji-san as.. Doc Scratch, right? But oji-san's really nice, so there's no reason to worry, hehe..

[ so innocent, Nadeko. ]

I also wanted to ask if e-everyone is okay now after what happened.. I don't know w-what exactly it was, but.. it seemed a little scary.. Is everyone b.. back and okay now..?

( ooc: it might be a little bit before i can get to tags, but feel free to comment all the same and i'll definitely get to everything! )

[1449 Mitchell Road]

[James tumbles out of his bed in a suit of blue patterned pajamas, neatly buttoned up and not even crumpled, which makes sense because he can't remember sleeping in them. In fact, he doesn't remember sleeping at all. Last thing he knew, he was stepping off the Hogwarts Express at King's Cross, cuffing Sirius across his shoulder as he held Remus' book over his head, telling him he'd have to get it before he could leave them--

[But now he's not there. He's on the floor in a neat and tidy room that he's never seen in clothes he's never worn (these knickers are really itchy, someone should take a look at that), in a place he's not sure how he got to. Slowly, he pushes himself up, undoing two of the buttons because they're suffocating, and he pokes his head out the door] Ah-- hullo? Anyone home? I'm afraid I've woken up in someone else's knickers. Would anyone care to claim them?

[Phone]

Hullo? Hullo? This is a telephone, isn't it? I talk, and someone talks back, but who? Hullo new strange town with new strange people. Can anyone tell me when the next train out of here is? Or the closest broom shop, that'd be rather alright too. Someone seems to have taken my broom, and my trunk, and my owl. I don't know what you'd want with my owl, she rather enjoys biting fingers of anyone but me. And me, sometimes. Well, unless you enjoy that too, then right on you, mate!

Ah, right. Well, you know, it's a rather nice town, ah... Right! The name's Potter. Or, ah, Gumshoe. I suppose. James Potter-Gumshoe. And what might yours be?

[A. Stevens Road - Locked to Housemates]

[When Rin got the boxes at the front, she was worried. Three for each of them? Well, excluding Scott but still. Bringing it into the living room, she set them down and counted them out. Three for Nozomi, three for her.]

Nozomi! We've got mail!

[Opening the first one, she blinked at the sight of a cell phone adorned with butterflies up the side.] What the heck is this?

[Phone - Drone Lock]

Is it common to get a whole bunch of things that you didn't expect you would get? I got a pile of stuff in the mail today, and so did Nozomi.

[Phone - Marisa]

Marisa, you know how you said you wanted to check on my magic and stuff? I got something new in the pile. It's, well, it kind of looks like I get a massive power upgrade sometime in my service as a Precure, since I've got a whole new costume, transformation device and magical attack.

[Phone - Yuna]

Hey Yuna, I got something cool in the mail. Want to get together so I can show it to you?

Action | 3478 Erwin | Morning]

[Dainn woke with a start. he remembered it. alone in that tunnel having his eyes clawed out by the creature who dared mimic his appearence. it killed him. he died again. he died again.

the shadow felt angry, far far more angry than he'd even been in his life. this place had succeeded in hurting him, in trapping him. he hated feeling this way.

so ignoring his "wife" who wished him good morning and his "children" who wanted to play, Dainn walked outside for a breath of fresh air. not that he really needed to breathe anymore but it was somewhat nice, even if that infernal sun still was out. but that's when he spotted two packages. remembering what happened last time a package appeared, he tore them open.

almost immeaditly he felt his body begin to disolve again but it wasn't the same thing that robbed him of his legs and hand and he needed to focus to retain his appearence. his normal, shadow body was back and just to see what the second package had done, Dainn raised his hand and three balls of Klorofolun appeared.

Dainn started laughing. A reward for death. cute, Mayfield. real cute. but there were other things to do. he hadn't fed in a long time, after all.]

[phone | open]

( Cut for violence )

[Action | John Doe Park | Night]

[by night time Dainn has managed to calm down enough to go outside. he has wandered off to the park again and is seated on a bench. he also is joined by three balls of darkness that are floating around. Dainn was trying to keep himself amused and his mind off his death, but he also wouldn't mind some company as well. join him?]

[Action A: household. Backdated to end of event.]

[Crowe had luckily made it through the crazy carnival world in one piece, thanks to Tachikoma, but he was in pretty poor shape. He barely had anything to eat or drink in the 5 days he was there, on top of the exhaustion of making it from day to day without being eaten by rats or maimed by a house or ride. He wishes he had gotten something for all of his troubles, though. A clue. Some info. Something.

When he gets home that day, he quietly goes to his room and sleeps for about 12 hours. It's hard to convince yourself into getting food when you're this exhausted.]

---

[Back on his feet a few days later, Crowe is out on his usual paper delivery rounds when he passes by Dist's house and notices a very conspicuous lack of large robot in the driveway. And also a conspicuously droned Dist watering the lawn and giving Crowe a friendly wave. Uh oh.]

[Phone call, open to all]

Ah. I-I hope everyone is well after... all that. I-If you still need help, speak up on the phones; Mayfield has some healers who can help.

I was wondering if anyone had information they may have learned there they would consider sharing. A-Ah, there was a boy... I'm afraid I never got your name, forgive me. You showed me that flyer that mentioned a-animations. I'd like to make a copy of that, if that's okay with you.

Also, um, I'm not sure who here knew him well, but Dist... He's droned, for good it seems. He was the one who had drafted the pamphlet we hand out to new people here. I've been handing them out for a long time, a-and I like to think I keep decent records, so I'd like to keep that tradition going in his place. If anyone wants to contribute, I-I'd be grateful. If anyone out there would like a copy, please let me know. Just give me your address, and there will be a copy in your mail box tomorrow morning.

Thanks for your help, everyone.

[The phone is set down, but it doesn't hang up. Seems like Crowe might have missed when setting the receiver down. If one is still listening, you might hear him sigh to himself.]

Sometimes I wonder i-if I'm the one who's been here longest now...

[A meow of cat can be heard, and Crowe chuckles softly.] Th-Thanks, Watson. I missed you, too.

[Action; 1666 Nelson Street]

[Well, Kariya's finally out of that horrible carnival-themed nightmare, and it looks like Mayfield has seen fit to reward him for his suffering.  He's standing out on the front lawn with the package as he opens it, pulling out a neatly folded grey hoodie and a photograph of what looks like a circuitry diagram.  And it is, but not the traditional kind.  Before he even has time to consider what the picture might mean, it disappears in his hands.  There's a momentary rush of power through his body, causing him to stagger back for a moment as he has to catch his breath.  It doesn't take him long to acclimate to the feeling, though, and once he's regained his senses, he smiles to himself.]

Heh... looks like they didn't waste any time.

[Phone; filtered from Tokiomi Tohsaka]

[Now that he has his magical potential back, Kariya knows he's going to need some way of protecting himself.  And since he doesn't actually know any spells himself, that means only one thing - it's time to go Servant shopping.]

...Is there anyone in town who knows anything about forming magical contracts?

[He's trying to keep it intentionally vague, just in case.  The Holy Grail War was supposed to be kept secret back home, so he doesn't really want to just put his true intent out there right away.]

{2235 Stevens Road}


( cut for p4 spoilers )

[ He'll eventually get himself dressed into something less dorky than the silly pajamas he apparently woke up in and make his way downstairs. He looked through every scrap of paper available, learning amongst other things that this was apparently his home now. And he was probably stuck here for a while. This was also perfectly fine with him. After confirming a few more things, he'll go ahead an help himself to breakfast. Anyone in the house should feel free to join him, if not question him.]


{Phone}



You know, I can't really complain. The house is a lot better than my tiny apartment back home. But do I really have to act as a husband and father? I mean, I'm not even thirty yet. [ Yes, he's being sarcastic, geez! ]

But anyway, this is a pretty crazy situation. One minute you're doing boring paper work, and the next you're in bed with a stranger. N-not that I'm used to that sort of thing! I swear! Ugh, I'd better hang up before I make myself sound any worse.

( [ Action : Locked to Housemates : Early Morning ] )

---

[ Action : Makeout Point : Open ]
[ There is only one thing left to do after receiving her mail this morning, performing a little damage control, and checking in with the others from home:

Testing.

Nanoha stands in a clear space and brings her hand up, fingers touching what appears to be a red marble hanging off of her necklace. She is otherwise not wearing anything unique for this session. ] I think this spot will do. Are you ready?

[ The orb flickers with light as it — she — replies in a smooth artificial voice: ] ⌈Yes, my Master. Prepared for counting.⌋

[ It is an old exercise, but a good benchmark. Nanoha closes her eyes and draws her left hand up, holding it palm out away from her. A bright pink magic circle appears on the ground at her feet, the rings circling opposing directions as she recites a lengthy incantation she has not had to use in years. ]
Holy light, come to my hand.
Under my guidance, reverberate through the sky!

[ A ball of pink light gathers in front of her her left hand. She tosses something from her right hand high into the air — a pinecone — and then stretches her left finger out after it. ]

Divine Shooter.... Shoot! [ The ball zips forth, pink light tracing after it as it arcs through the air and hits the pinecone. It is not a direct hit, and the impact causes the object to bounce higher into the air. With a motion of her hand, Nanoha wills the shot to curve around and home back in on it for a second strike. Then another. And another. ]

⌈Fifty. Fifty-five. Sixty. Sixty-five.⌋

[ All the while, Raising Heart continues to announce her current progress every few shots. She'll just be juggling this until she is satisfied that the other limits in place will not affect her concentration and longevity, nor her accuracy and control.

...or unless she is interrupted. ]

Since people seem to have returned, will anyone care to share their experiences?

[Action: 457 Stone]

[It's almost a relief to wake up in Mayfield proper. After the lack of food and water... and then the fog incident. Bail is almost surprised to be waking up at all.

He slowly makes his way down to the kitchen for the first actual meal in some time]

Good morning...

[Action: Outside 457 Stone]

[Bail has managed to change into his regained robes and is now sitting out in the sun with a blanket, trying to counter the chill he just can't shake. He'll wave slightly at anyone who happens to pass by.]

[...the faintest memory of fog closing in on them, a horrible burning pain, and now waking with a start to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling is what welcomes Caesar back to the normal Mayfield. As normal as it is compared to the other one, at least, but it isn't a comparison he can make just yet.

He doesn't remember it, not beyond some panic-inducing nightmare which grows fainter and fainter in his memory. Memories... Where was he, anyway?]

( action; locked to 847 Goldberg St. )

[phone; no filters]

Hello? Is anyone there? [Caesar's talking in a hushed, uncertain voice, though not really all that panicked.] Can someone connect me to the authorities? Or at the very least tell me where I am? I think I've been kidnapped or I'm lost or...

[He's not quite sure, even though he should know better, having already been trapped in Mayfield for over a year!]

[action; the rest of town, later on in the week]

[And despite any warning about staying inside he may or may not have gotten, until his amnesia faded at the very least, Caesar can be found a day or so out and about after his confused call to the town. He may have snuck out through the window, but can you blame a guy for being curious?

He wanders aimlessly, stopping at certain places to look around and try to find anything to jog his memory. The school grounds, since it's closed itself. The park, following some half-remembered paths to places he thinks may have been old haunts, favorite trees to be in. The library gets a visit. He can even be found standing just outside the bakery, though turned to stare uneasily at the dairy instead of the other building. Even he can feel the dread about that place, though he wishes he could figure out why...]

(OOC note: Caesar is back from a grisly fog-ridden death! He did not revive immediately following the end of Event: Step Right Up and has been missing a day. His penalty is full amnesia for several days. He doesn't remember his time in Mayfield or his time in his original world beyond the extent of thinking the occasional person, place, or object is vaguely familiar.)

[Phone]

Ding. Mother. Fucking. Dong.

Guess what lucky bitch woke up this morning to find her worst fucking enemy going around like the fucking Brady Bunch or some shit? Yeah, that's right, that'd be me. The fucking winner.

In case any of you guys are too fucking stupid to know what I'm talking about, lemme put it in plain English for you: The Major is droned. Like, droned-droned. No more uniform, no more stupid fucking robot body-- trust me, I checked. [don't ask how, it was pretty graphic] He's gone. Anybody wanted proof of a merciful God, there it fucking is.

For anyone who wants to pay their last respects, the service will be at Makeout Point. Just look for the ten foot tall flames; you'll get there.

[Action: Makeout Point]

[It's more like five feet, but nobody ever accused Annie of being a boy scout. Or good at math.

Annie herself is a few feet away from the smoldering remains, lying down by the edge with her legs kicking off the side. There. It's done. The last person who knows everything she's done is gone for good.

... Well, almost the last person. But she can take care of that.]

[phone]

I'm afraid I've been laid up in bed for the past several days; can someone give me an update? I believe after this I should be able to walk again.

[Filtered to Klaus]

Could you come by? I'll need someone here while I finish calibrating the balance mechanisms, and there are a few I can't reach without removing the thing, which... defeats the purpose.

[Mae spent Tuesday as a drone. Wednesday she wakes up normal. Only very confused.

It's been months for her. Months. Her real life apparently doing its best to imitate this place and emotionally destroy her.

Mae gets up and walks downstairs to stare at the place. Right.....none destroyed things... that was what was here. She's just going to look around and stare at things for a while until she gets her head on straight.....

[A: Mae is standing at the mailbox opening a box. She pulls out........a jar with.....is that a small chunk of a brain? Yeah.....]

You have got to be kidding me.

[B: Her second package is a lot better and after making a quick stop to buy some ammo, Mae can be found in the park with her old trusty BB gun. She's got some targets set up and is firing at them. The targets being bottles and stuffed animals.]

[Phone: Have an annoyed Wastelander.]

Dear Mayfield. Thanks for sending me home for a few months. It's nice to know that a nuclear wasteland is still a better place to live in then this place. Next time just leave me there.

[She's going to hang up but then pulls the phone up again.]

And that mail wasn't funny!

[Slams the phone down]

[ACTION A; 1761 Beaver Street; morning]

[Hawke did not escape the carnival very easily - if you can even call falling out of the sky and breaking your neck three days in "escaping." And even though she didn't suffer through five entire days of alternate Mayfield, when she wakes up in the morning, she's as tired, thirsty, and hungry as she was before she died.

So, the first thing she does - after being enthusiastically greeted by her mabari, that is - is wander downstairs, shoo the drones away, and put on a pot of coffee. It doesn't help fight off the sleepiness, though, so she shuffles upstairs, climbs back into bed, closes her eyes...

And screams.]

[PHONE; open]

Well, that was... fun. [Yaaaaaaaawn. Boy she sure sounds tired.] I think I lost a few days after I went to visit the neighbors, however. Anyone mind telling me what happened after - what was it, our third day there? I certainly hope I didn't miss anything interesting.

Nice of them to leave me a welcome back gift, too. Finally, something interesting to re-- [Hawke cuts herself off after taking a book off the shelf and inspecting the cover.] Hard in Hightown, really? It won't put me to sleep, at least.

[As she goes to hang up the phone, you might hear her mutter to herself:] Maker, I need a drink.

[ACTION B; Olney's Tavern; evening]

[After trying nearly all day to get some sleep and failing miserably, Hawke decides to get her mind off her post-revival the best way she knows how: drinking.

She swings by the tavern in the evening, ignores any drones that may be present, and takes a seat. It's no Hanged Man, but she can't be sure if that's a good or bad thing. The smell of piss seems to be absent, at least, which is always a good sign.

Her dog is sitting on the floor beside her stool, because, well, he follows her everywhere. Cupcake seems to be behaving himself, though.]

[ A : ACTION : 1251 WILLIAMS ROAD : MORNING ]

[ Warren is back! Awake, alive.

Also bleeding.

Yes, while his legs are no longer missing, he has fairly decent lacerations just above his knees, and the flow of blood really seems to not want to stop. He swears, hauling himself gingerly out of bed and towards the bathroom where he bandages himself up. Just as gingerly, he makes his way down to the kitchen, thinks better of it, and heads to the living room.

It seems to have taken its toll on him, because he collapses on the couch and falls back asleep. ]


[ B : PHONE CALL TO ANDERS : AFTERNOON ]

Please tell me you're around. I've got a problem... make that two problems.


[ C : PHONE CALL TO THE TOWN AT LARGE : AFTERNOON ]

I never did like carnivals all that much- now I suppose I have another reason entirely to hate them.

Did anyone find anything useful in that place? It was-- I almost want to call it a Mayfield prototype. New and small, and malfunctioning badly. I didn't... last long enough to really find anything.

[ A beat ]

I would also like to learn the name of the young man who shot me.

[Action - 1444 Mitchell Road]

[waking up in a bed that isn't hers, in clothes that aren't hers, next to a man she has never seen before, is certainly a new experience. Thanks to her no longer being a robot, thinking feels strangely hard and her body oddly sluggish. No diagnostic programs can even be accessed so she's completely in the dark save for the fact that something has evidently gone a bit wrong somewhere along the line.

So s'up anyone coming back into the house; having given up questioning the drone children, have a pink-haired beauty flicking through the photo albums and trying to make sense of things.]

[Action - on Mitchell Road]

[Just as before, there's a pink haired woman wandering the street; observing the houses and trying to draw conclusions. If she spots you, expect her to walk up to you:]

Excuse me? I have some questions.

[Phone - Town Broadcast]

Ah, hello? This is a new resident; Luka Megurine. Would anyone here know how to contact the Crypton Robotics Division, Internet Co., B-Plats or any other related corporations? Failing this, would anyone with any working knowledge of robotics or of Vocaloids themselves kindly answer?

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.

[A. Outside 1332 Benny Road - Backdated to the day after the end of Welcomefield]

[After spending the morning droned as Mr. Feliks Łukasiewicz, Poland actually smiles at the three boxes that showed up in the mail later on in the day. Lithuania said that Poland would get his nationhood back soon and it actually seemed like he would now!

Not even bothering to take them back into house, Poland just plops down on the front lawn with them. He'd already done his waiting, like months of it. He couldn't wait another minute. He runs the serrated edge of his house key along the tape securing the top of one of the boxes and pulls the cardboard flaps back.]

. . .

[Poland tilts his head as he looks down at the pull toy Ukraine gave him at America's Halloween party last year. The memory it brought back was nice, but... time to move onto the next box.]

. . .

[Which was full of clothes. Of course they were fabulous clothes, they were his after all. Any other time Poland would have been happy to get them back. But now they just left him with one box.]

. . .

[Poland hesitates slightly, his heart fluttering in his chest a little. It'd been a while since he'd felt this anxious over something. He was so carefree normally anyone would find it hard to believe that he actually did worry over things. And not getting his nationhood back was something he thought was worth worrying about. Taking a deep breath and scraping together the last of his optimism, Poland tears into the box and throws it open.

Sitting in the middle of the box is a single cup, filled simply with dirt.]

A cup. Of dirt.

[Poland picks up the cup to stare at it. When you spend a good portion of your life feeding the majority of Europe, you got to know dirt pretty well. Picking up a dirt clod and letting it break up in his hand, Poland recognizes it from home from just the feel of it.

This was his land.

But. Without his nationhood it was just... dirt.]

No. No way. No freaking way.

[Poland tears through the box of clothing one more time. Maybe he missed something. Maybe there was something else in here. There had to be something else in here. He can feel his hands shaking and his breath catching in his throat as he flings shirts and skirts and pants haphazardly all over the lawn, not caring where they land or that he'll have to scrub out grass stains later. The box empties quickly and he's left staring at nothing.

It wasn't fair. He'd never gone this long without knowing how they felt or what they looked like or what they were saying. He'd been wiped from the map for 123 god damn years only to be wiped out again a few years later and still he'd never been isolated from them like this. He was able to rise from the ashes of a ruined land because of them. They kept him going, they kept him fighting, they kept him alive. It was their belief in him that made him who he was.

Who the hell was he anymore without them?

He'd died.

He didn't want to admit it. The idea of dying was so utterly foreign to him that he refused to believe it had happened once before, right after coming to Mayfield. He'd died. And it happened again just yesterday.

He'd died because he'd tried to find a way out of this town and Mayfield sent a harsh reminder of what his existence was now. Mayfield's Mr. Łukasiewicz; Head of 1332 Benny Road, town tailor. That's who he'd spent the morning as anyway. Fixing his tie and shining his shoes. Greeting his wife and doting on his children. Maybe the happiness he'd been forced to feel this morning wasn't so terrible.

At least compared to the hollowness he felt trying to cling to the belief he was still Rzeczpospolita Polska...

....and the realization that without his people, there was no longer a reason for him to rise again.]

...

[Poland simply lays in his front yard holding the cup of dirt; surrounded by torn open boxes, discarded clothing, and the tipped over pull toy. He can't find the energy to do anything else right now.]

[Action A: 5719 Cunningham Lane]
[Alas... waking up that morning, Barricade had found two packages labeled to him. Curious that he should receive two... Shaking his head, he figured he would open one in the morning, and another in the evening...

The regain he had received wasn't necessarily bad. However, with them roaming around... a uniform with such an insignia might cause further unwanted attention. He sighed and shook his head... it was something he would wear only in the evening during his nightly patrols.]



[Phone]

Seems we've had quite of a rough time... I'm glad that those... missing have arrived back relatively safe. I do wonder... what the next course of action will be...?



[Action B, Late Evening: Outside of 5719 Cunningham Lane
[With the day drawing to a close, he decided to take a look at that second package. He wasn't sure what might happen, so he took it within his hands and stalked outside. In all truth, he was somewhat hesitant of opening it.

Perhaps you're out and about this late at night...? If you are... feel free to bother him!]

Action: Outside 7135 Brooks; for Rarity

(It was over...that terrible nightmare was finally over. Five hellish days of needless death, starvation and suffering were finally over. Somehow, despite her incredible recklessness, Kreutzer survived all of it, just like she told Rarity she would. She debated whether or not she should go home and clean herself up or go straight to the unicorn's house, but subconsciously, the girl found her way outside the household. Kreutzer looked awful; her face looked exhausted, her clothes torn, most of the blood on her wasn't even hers, she still needs food and sleep seemed like a luxury at this point.)

Rarity...Rarity...

(It was a poor attempt to call for her, but an attempt nonetheless. The fifth day's grand escape left her especially weak, particularly through the lack of water in her system. The dizziness was far too much for her to handle; Kreutzer collapsed right then and there, forcing a grip around her consciousness and refusing to let things end like this. Not now...not when she was so close...)

Phone; after a good part of her recovery

I want to believe that something useful came out of that travesty, but I highly doubt it. All that went on was suffering...just suffering. I hope everyone else had better luck there than I did, because as it stands, I'm under the idea that this entire carnival was just another trap to catch everyone in.