[Phone]

[The ever sarky Sirius Black is currently elated beyond reason. Why? Because the best of his best mates is here. In his house, sleeping in awful itchy black pajamas and asking all sorts of questions. Who else would he gush at then one Lily Evans who is his skinny dipping mate and girl-bro extraordinaire.]

Lils! Lils, he's here! Have you seen him? I mean really seen him? They've decided he's my brother in this place. Of course he's my brother. It's the perfect place for him. I'm going to go use this weird identification card one of the blokes in school gave me to go get alcohol so we can celebrate. You should come over. Hell, everyone's invited. We'll have a party of it at my house or in the park or lake or something. It clearly needs to be celebrated, yeah?

 A - 1447 Mitchell Rd - for achromous and anybody visiting the house

[He'll wake up from his drone wife giving him a kiss.  It was the only thing the drone did that was even remotely like Canada, and so he'd at least try to enjoy it on some mornings. 

But this morning, when he wakes up, he doesn't have any memories of Canada at all.  He doesn't seem to remember anything about . . . well, anything at all.  

And his leg is in agony; it feels like someone has stabbed something through it, but when he frantically throws the blanket off onto the woman in bed with him  -- she giggled a bit -- he sees that there isn't a single injury to be found.  Confused, he's interrupted when the woman calls him 'Thijs' and says he's going to be late for work.  ]

I need a day off.

[She'll look a bit concerned, but doesn't press, telling him cheerfullly she'll call the pharmacy -- he's a pharmacist? -- and make him something for breakfast.  When she leaves, he'll lay in bed staring at the ceiling . . . trying to remember who he is, and where he is.  He has only the faintest recollections of being alone, somewhere, in a house with a damp floor surrounded by a fog he couldn't walk through.  What was that?

Hilda might meet the drone wife carrying some soup and toast up the stairs, for breakfast.

Anybody else visiting the house throughout the day might be greeted by Holland answering the door.  He'll try to be sociable as he desperately tries to remember who you are.  He's even trying to smile; his attempts are nothing short of pathetic, and he'll appear to be wincing instead.]

[Phone]

[His normally passive tone with slight bossiness to it now sounds extremely uncertain, even hesitant.]

I don't . . . know where I am.  

[sigh]

Can someone tell me what this town is called?  I keep asking this woman who lives with me and she keeps laughing at me . . . 

B - Around Town; Grocery store; Pharmacy - open to all

[He's feeling only a little better, leg still hurting as he shivers a little, feverish.  Still, his wife -- that's who she was, right?  She really was cheerful, at any rate -- had asked for some groceries, and admonished him to pick up some medicine from the pharmacy.  He'll be driving -- driving, really -- but it will be possible to catch him around town.

He might look a bit odd, as his hair is falling into his eyes, unstyled, and he's not wearing his scarf.]

[ooc:  Holland died at the Carnival, and is now dealing with some revival effects, including amnesia and phantom pain, and lingering sickness from drinking the water.  He'll be okay in a few days.]

[Phone]

[There's a clatter of something being knocked over. Whatever it was, the phone was clearly on it because it's picked up the sounds of rapid, frightened breathing, a whimper, and then a sob.]

W-what's goin' on?!

[That's about all the words Jacuzzi can make. The rest is just quiet tears until he scrambles to at least put whatever he knocked over together.]

[1648 Albright Lane]

[Good morning, new family. You may or may not enjoy the sound of a terrified high pitched scream this morning as an alarm. If you managed to ignore that, there's also a loud thud and a clatter of something probably wooden falling over.

And then crying. Terrified crying.

Who wants to meet the new member 8D??? He is very brave about his new circumstances, as you can see.]

[Phone]

[When the voice starts speaking over the phone, it has none of the vocal intonation that he's recognized for. It's strong, stern and serious instead of light and playful, and speaks with a well-imitated British accent.]

Ladies and Gentlemen of Mayfield, I pose to you a question. Have you ever sat and wondered to yourself "What, just what, would happen if all of us stood together and shouted at the top of our lungs - 'We're not going to play by your games any longer'?" Does Mayfield really have the power to retaliate against a force of that size? Strength is in numbers, my friends. I say perhaps it's time to stand up, together, and let our puppeteers know that we're cutting the strings. Let them punish us. They've already shown they don't want to get rid of us. If we die, they bring us back. If they drone us, it wears off and we're back to the people we rightfully are.

Punishment from tyrants is merely an attempt to keep the people under their rule just afraid enough that they don't see how weak their hold really is. They want you to think they have almighty power, when really it is they who are afraid. They're afraid because they know if they did not keep you down, you would be able to break their bonds. They are afraid because they need you to play their little game. They are afraid because they know if you stood up together and refused to allow them to rule you any longer, their castle would come tumbling down like a deck of cards.

And if they are not afraid, then why punish you? [Pause, for dramatic effect. Let the question linger for just a moment to sink in.]

If they truly had the power to keep you here no matter how hard you tried to fight against them, there would be no reason to punish you. Your own helplessness in the end, after months and months of trying to escape only to be met with nothing, would be the only punishment needed to keep the people of Mayfield from rising up against them.

And so they beat you, and they kill you, and they drone you, and they display glorious alters of their debauchery and brutality for all to see, to keep you afraid! They display the bodies of those they've killed - those of them who have done as you all should and risen up to oppose the others amongst them - all in an attempt to strike fear into your hearts and keep you cowering under their shadow.

Do not let their cowardice intimidate you, Mayfield. Strength is in numbers. If you stand together, Mayfield will fall. If you work together, there's nothing they'll be able to throw at you that you won't be able to recover from. It's time to throw off the shackles, Ladies and Gentlemen. It's time to show them that you're no longer afraid of them. It's time to take arms against this Sea of troubles they've thrown us into, and by opposing, end them.

[There is another pause, and then a soft click. Perhaps he's hung up. Or perhaps he's still there, listening. Either way, he won't be replying to any responses he receives.]

[461 Stone Street]

[There's a knock on the door in the afternoon, and when he opens it, he finds a small box sitting on the step, addressed to him. He blinks, curious and confused at the same time, though more then a little suspicious when he sees it's supposedly from one of the people that's running this place.

It's not too surprising, with that in mind, when he opens it wearily, holding a pot-lid out between him and it, as if it's a shield to protect him in case the thing explodes.

What is surprising, though, is when he finds tucked inside a small, pale-blue glass visor, like a pair of sunglasses meant for humans but looking exactly like his visor. He blinks at it, putting it on and glancing around, and feeling, strangely enough, a little more like himself. It makes him smile.

He's about to toss the box in the garbage when he sees a small picture tucked in the bottom. It looks for all intents and purposes like a ball of lightening arcing between two poles, but the second he goes to pick it up and his finger touches it, it's like his mind opens up and clears, snapping back into contact with his bonded's and reconnecting for the first time since he and Prowl were both thrown into this accursed city.

Love, concern, suspicion, planning, tactics, strategising, all the things that make up Prowl come flooding back into his mind and makes his chest ache, a gasp hitching out of his lips. He doesn't move for a long moment, just absorbing the feeling, basking in it and awed that it's back so suddenly.

And then his feet are moving, rushing him to his bonded's side, where he wraps his arms around him tightly, clinging to him and burying his face in his shoulder. At least this time, if Jazz seems to be crying behind that shiny pair of shades, it's not from the stress disorder he's been recovering from the past few days.

He's just gonna...hide against you for a while there, Prowl, and soak up all of you. Don't mind him.]

[Olney's Tavern]

[Hours later, Jazz creeps into the bar, as well-kept and dressed as one might expect to see, though he's taken to wearing the clothing Mayfield has given him in a less rigid style; denim-blue shirt untucked, top two buttons undone to show the white t-shirt underneath and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Hey, you can make anything look nice if you work with it. His visor is tucked, folded in his pocket, though he'll refrain from wearing it for the time being.

He's not in a particularly good mood when he walks behind the bar. He'd rather be at home with Prowl, away from the public eye. He's still feeling depressed after what happened, but has at least recovered enough that this isn't a huge problem. Just...an irritation. He's only here because he knows they'll drone him if he doesn't come. He's got things to do and doesn't have time to deal with that right now.

Still...when he pauses to look at the rows of bottles and glasses, he can't help but feel a little...lost. He doesn't know the first thing about mixing alcoholic drinks! Hell, he's never even had any! Whoever thought putting an autonomous robotic extraterrestrial to work as a bartender obviously wasn't thinking things through.]

((OOC: Jazz has started his revolution. /o/ And his first day of work. COME TEASE HIM FOR HIS LACK OF ALCOHOL-MIXING SKILLS, MAYFIELD! <3))

Anyone mind telling me who's dog is at our house? [Some happy barks in the background] He's tan with shaggy hair.


[Action for 1671 Nelson Street]


[Emmett can be found in the front yard examining the dog's behavior]

[Around town]
[Emmett can be found collecting various pieces of scap metal and odds and ends of the like around town... with a dog following him everywhere]


^{(Emmett has no idea who Einstein is.)}

[A. Action - Outside - Benny Road]

[Ako was in the middle of bringing in the packages when she happened on a couple for herself, looking it over. Deciding to open it there before it produced bees or something, she popped the top on the first one and found a card.]

Precure Shining Circle... huh. [Said card vanished as it flew into her chest and she grinned.] Everything's back now. Now I wonder what the last one is here...

[It turned out to be clothing. Not just any clothing, but her favorite outfit. Running inside, she changed and came back, tapping her sneakers on the cement.] About time.


[B. Action - Anywhere Else]

[Ako was wandering around, looking for friends and such to talk to. She wanted to see if everyone was okay now, and wanted to see if any of her friends got through the bad carnival unscathed relatively. She was allowed to be worried especially now that people were calling for revolution and such. Knocking on your door, she waited for it to be answered.]

[action - around town in the afternoon]
[There's a small little boy walking around town. A flat cap pulled down over his eyes, and a brown jacket even in the middle of July. His outfit choice looks a couple decades out of date, too, although the clothes are definitely from the right era. Fashion statement?

Seemingly lost in his thoughts, Czeslaw Meyer-Stanfield is not paying much attention to where he is going. He passes by houses, by shops, by people. He might accidentally bump into people, at which point he will blink the surprise away and smile sheepishly, with a natural-sounding]

Oh...! Oh, I'm sorry [mister, or miss]. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't mean to run into you. Good afternoon!

[action - 459 Stone Street]
[Nope. Nope. Nope nope nope. He can't handle this family arrangement. His "mother" won't let him hole up in his room, though, so he's sitting in a chair in the corner of the front room watching the door so he'll never be surprised by his "father"'s homecoming.]

[Action A: BLU Scout is standing on the sidewalk, near the mailbox. An opened crate sits at his feet, covered in "TF INDUSTRIES" and "MANN CO" labels. He's got a pair of goggles on his face, and is holding a toy. He looks pretty confused.]

What the hell is this crap?

[He'll be wandering through the streets, confused. The goggles are making him see things a bit differently today. Mayfield is more colorful and shiny than normal. Are those... lollipops?]

This is freakin' me out.

---

[Action B: After that little adventure, Scout's got to blow off some steam. Perma-drone Eddie and Ema, will you? Screw that. Dressed in his police uniform - it helps keep the drones away - Scout it currently throwing eggs at City Hall windows. He also has a several large rocks nearby. And several guns. This might escalate. Anyone want to stop him before he gets himself droned, too?]

Why dontcha come outta there and fight like a man, ya useless coward!

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Early-Early Morning in the Kitchen }}

[ He knows pretty much anyone who knew he had this idea would object which is why he's up so early. He's brought in the milk but instead of just dumping it down the drain like he usually does he's set it on the table and watches it apprehensively. He has to do this-he has to know. But there's no way to tell what kind of milk it is without... drinking... it. Just the thought alone is enough to churn his stomach. But he won't get anywhere if he doesn't take risks. ]

..is there really no other way to do this?

[ He pours grabs the bottle and pours a very small glass which he makes a disgusted face at before taking it in both hands. 'Just... a little right?' He takes a deep breath and gulps down some air before starting to take a drink-managing to swallow very little of it.. He immediately spews it out though-coughing loudly as he wipes his mouth, traces of blood on his hand and in the spewed milk. ]

Well.. could have been worse. [ Cough-cough-hack ]

{{ →!Phone - Early Morning }}

[ Cough-hack-cough ]

N-ne! [ Cough ] G-Good Morning Everyone! S-Sorry [ Hack ] to bother you so early- [ Cough-cough ] but I was wondering-[ Cough-hack ] if anyone has a microscope I could borrow? [ Cough-Cough ]

[Action; Bodine's Fashion]

[Just like so many others, Yuna got back a couple of things from home in the mail after the carnival closed down.  She's pretty excited to finally have her pajamas from home back, especially with all the sleepovers she's been having lately, but even more impressive is the fancy formal dress she wore to the ball in Megalomesembria when Class 3-A was in the Magic World with Negi.

Unfortunately, it looks like Mayfield sent only the dress, which means Yuna's going to need to find a fashionable and comfortable pair of shoes to complete the ensemble.  So anyone clothes shopping today will probably see her wearing this dress as she walks up and down the shoe aisle of the clothing store in a pair of unlaced sneakers from home.

Every so often, she takes a pair of shoes down from the shelf, kicking off her sneakers and trying them on, but it seems like she's having some trouble deciding on which pair to get.]

Hmmm... those ones are a nice color, but I dunno if I really want a heel that big.  These ones are a little closer, but they hurt my feet too much...

[She'll be talking to herself as she tries to decide, not paying much attention to other people around her until approached.]

[And so, Kyon is sitting on a park bench holding two of his regains. A Hamlet script signed by the members of Class 1-5 at North High, including Asakura and excluding Haruhi, and a copy of the film "The Reminiscences of Yuki Nagato: Episode 00".]

... It's almost like the town wants to have to face all these awkward questions from her. To face, or not to face... that is the question, huh?

[He seems to be avoiding going home where he'll have to face Haruhi, so you may find him just wandering aimlessly anywhere about town.]

Two Days After Welcomefield

Action:

1126 Taylor Road, Morning

[Tarvek wakes up with a sudden, doom-filled whumph. His brain is crammed with memories: a very full couple of days worth of memories. They rattle and bang and crash against an equally crammed year of Mayfield memories, leaving him with the bizarre sense of living two lives, in two places, on two entirely different time scales.]

[He's heard about people who were droned out coming back with new memories. Now he's one of 'em...and the feeling is not good. Just so very, very not good.  Which is why it takes a little time to realize that he's not in bed alone...and the person he's not-alone with is not a drone. At all. Not in any way, shape, or form.]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

[Tarvek has levitated about one foot backward--and promptly crashed to the floor, dropping with all the grace and ease of the Roadrunner plummeting to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.]

Oh! Ah!  Um!

Um...

Oh, my goodness. Hello?  Is that.......?

[He's almost afraid to say it. No--he is afraid to say it.]

Phone, later:

Ilsa?  Ilsa?!!  Ilsa, get over here now!  Please!

They gave me GRANNY WEATHERWAX as a NOT!WIFE! 

And her cat is chasing my mimmoth!

Help!

Help?

Someone, please, help...

Action - Open to house

[Apple Bloom had not expected to receive two parcels addressed to her in the mail. After all, she was a pet, wasn’t she...?

That said, she tore the first one open with her teeth and she found her favourite ribbon! Excitedly, she tied it around her head (Don’t ask how – it’s one of the great mysteries of the MLP world) and then opened the second one. At first, nothing seemed to happen...

However, the next time the little pony went into the backyard, she found that on top of a tree at the other end of the garden was the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse – or rather, a pretty well-built and decorated treehouse]

Phone - Open to all

[Excited at what happened, Apple Bloom frantically grabs the nearest house phone to call all her friends from Equestria]

Sweetie Belle, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Twilight, Rarity – I’ve got the clubhouse back in the mail! That means we have a proper base for our club again, Sweetie Belle!

A. action 2235 Stevens Road

[The wind gush thorough window, Terra awakes to find herself in unfamiliar surroundings. Inside of panicking, she calmly arose out of bed. She haunted by pictures of herself with unfamiliar people. Where is this place? She thought. Why is she dress in these strange clothes? Terra wish she knew what do.]

B. Phone

Hello anyone there I need help. I’m looking for my friends. Locke, Celes, Relm? anyone?

[Action | 945 Beulah]

[MAILTIME! What's in the mail, you may be wondering? REGAINS!

Regains that are going to cause a rather loud and nasty disturbance in the house the second Crona makes contact with the odd little cards that showed up in the mail.]

GUEHPIPIPI!! What're you gonna say NOW, you little brat? You need to take your punishment!

[Ragnarok, now finally manifested, makes his first act to noogie, bop and pinch Crona to hell and back. Well...Crona DID talk a lot of shit when Ragnarok wasn't around to defend himself, after all.]

St-stoooooooooop! It huuuuuurrrrrrts! [Have fun with that one-sided child fight, household.]

[Action | Around Mayfield, ending at Makeout Point once again]

[You've probably seen Crona shuffling around town before, gaze cast toward the ground and left hand squeezing the right forearm in nervous habit. Except, this time, there's something new...something...coming out of Crona's back and resting on the top of the kid's head.

Yes, the aforementioned Ragnarok. As Crona shuffles along, the little black...thing...continuously bitches at Crona, bopping the kid on the head every once in a while.]

I don't want toooo...

Be quiet! We gotta find out if everything works right, because it sure didn't before! If something happens I wanna make sure we can handle it!

[Crona just shuts up. Ragnarok's got a point. Do you dare step in to interact with thist...strange display?

Upon reaching makeout point, Crona will be there with Ragnarok, his "fury" finally cooled. Instead of a lead pipe, though, you may catch the odd little creature liquify and re-materialize into a long, thin black sword in Crona's right hand. The kid just dejectedly stares at the ground during the process.]

I don't want to fight anymore...

[A mouth forms on the blade of the sword, complete with creepy lips and everything.] Sometimes you have to! Stop whining and let's figure out what we've got!

[Crona slowly raises the blade vertically.] Scream resonance.

[If anyone hadn't seen Crona there...the incredibly loud screech emanating from both Ragnarok and Crona will certainly give it away. Characters sensitive to it may be feeling the large resonance reaction of two souls, one of them rather easy to feel at a distance. Feel free to investigate.]

[phone - open]



That's not precisely how I expected to wake up yesterday, but all things considered, it could be worse.

Well then, introductions, I suppose. Best as I can manage, at least. My name is Remus, and I assure you that I am a completely uninteresting human being. So uninteresting, I can't rightly think how to introduce myself, apparently.

[sigh] I always was crap at this.

I'm still-- still trying to work everything out here, so if someone would be so kind as to entertain a few questions? I realize we're all relatively in the dark here, but...

Ah, never mind.

[action, 846 Goldberg Street]
[Three days after the escape from the carnival, Lucas reappears on his bed, head thankfully fixed back in the correct position.  His sleep is troubled as he constantly tosses and turns, his quiet murmurings punctuated by the occasional cry.

At about six o'clock in the morning, Lucas wakes himself up when he unconsciously shoots a blast of PK Love at the ceiling and drops a piece of plaster on his head.  Whoops.  Hope that blast didn't bother anyone.]

[phone]
A-Ah, this is Lucas!  Is everyone OK?!  Did we all make it back?!

[He didn't really think it was likely, but the thought of anyone being devoured for good by that fog was too terrible to consider.]

I'm not sure what happened there at the end.  I don't know, I'm so sorry I couldn't do more.  ...It really all happened, didn't it?  It wasn't just a strange dream?  I feel as if I've just been having nightmares for days...  Miss Natalie - Is Miss Natalie here?  Henry, you made it back with the notebook?  And... And Rin, there was that... thing we found in the house about... about the murder, right?

Have we all had a chance to recap yet?  The papers say it's already the 12th, so it must have been... two weeks.  How is everyone?  Did anything terrible happen back here?  There was the 4th, wasn't there?  That was when... all of that strange stuff happened last year.

[Lucas trails off a little, sounding a little unsure of himself.]

Ah, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be rambling so much.  I still feel awfully... foggy.  Foggy in the head.

...Has anyone seen my paddleball?

[action, park]
[Lucas can be found standing in the park, idly practicing yo-yo tricks and staring up at the perfect blue skies.  ...Things like this were always a stark reminder not take Mayfield for granted.  It was terrible in many ways, but... well.  Clean air, food, and shelter was all anyone really needed to survive.  The sky wasn't falling apart, there weren't monsters hiding around every corner....  There weren't even chimeras or Pigmask Army soldiers to worry about.  For the majority of a month, Mayfield was, if not a perfect place to live, at least tolerable.

After an hour or so of this, Lucas will meander over to a more isolated area of the park.  The bodies weren't there anymore, he knew, but... a grave was symbolic.  To have a body interred was only the physical manifestation of what it truly meant.  He spends a few minutes quietly contemplating the two small markers he and Tiffany had erected for Samantha Achewood and Evan Olney.]

508 Ricardo Drive

[Crown has awakened from his sleep to find himself in a strange room. This was not his bed. He didn't remember these decorations, the things that hung over his bed. Pictures hanging around the room, himself in them with strangers. More over, how the hell did he appear in these pictures. This was too odd. Too bizarre. But he couldn't panic. He looks around the bedroom for his sword but...it's not there. This is getting bad. What was the logical thing to do right now?

Well, get dressed and walk outside to look at these strange surroundings. Gain familiarity with this foreign territory. His eyes are narrowed, dark even as he suspiciously looks about. Where had he been taken? For what purpose even? Was someone trying to remove competition from the Hierarchy's cup? If that was the case why not cut his throat? No it had to be unrelated. But they took his sword, which almost answers itself. Who would want their captive to have a weapon?

Well at least he can still summon swords. Crown lifts his hand to create a sword, only to find no sword was appearing. All right...magic is blocked too. Definitely a prison of some form.

If someone comes by, he's standing at the side walk looking very deep in thought, a hand to his chin as he ponders what is going on.]

Phone
[He has picked up the phone, eyeing it with curiousity. Cross mentioned these things, it was how non magical people communicated. They would often lift it to their ear and talk, right? Doing so he speaks clearly and with purpose.]

Hello, if I am speaking with my captives I would like to inquire as to why you have put me here. Also I would like to know where 'here' is. I would even so go as far to question as to how you can block my magic. Though it almost seems fruitless to ask at this point. After all, you would probably like to keep your captive oblivious and break under the pressure. No matter, I will find the answers myself if that is the case.

Around town
[Crown has taken to the streets. He has a kitchen knife tucked in his belt, but scowling as he moves. A knife was no weapon, especially something so flimsy. If he see's you he turns to you, his stance becoming composed but his expression looking very serious and possibly a bit annoyed.]

Excuse me, are you one of competent speech and thought or are you one of this massive collective that will grace me with platitudes and be otherwise unhelpful to me?

[Blunt much for you?]

[Action: Various front doors]

[Death isn't even bothering with the pretense of the makeup case today. She's here to check on everyone. Especially people she knows were close to Eddie, but that was just the cherry on top of the potential trauma sundae, so she's everywhere.]

How are you holding up?

[Action: Backyard of 307 Miller]

[Death is sitting in the backyard with the black bunny rabbit Death gave her for Hogswatch on her lap, thinking. She can kinda see the appeal of the wheat field. Watching it move int he breeze is... soothing.]

1. [ 436 PEEPERS STREET | Morning ]

[ Woah, Yukko got something in the mail? Awesome!  It's like Christmas in July! 

She quickly swipes the package addressed to her and begins to claw at it frantically. Oh boy oh boy, she wonders what's inside! Finally she manages to get the tape off and throws the cover off to reveal -

A can of wasabi.]



2. [ AROUND TOWN ]

[ And Yukko feels really crappy now. It's like receiving a can of wasabi has just ruined her entire day. Or it could be that this whole experience has been a drag and the wasabi just broke the camel's back. She's doesn't even know anymore.

All she knows is that the best thing to do when you're depressed is to stuff your face with food. ]

( Several Prompts under the Cut.  )

3. [ BURGER BONANZA | Afternoon]

[ Yukko has finally arrived at the fast food joint. She has taken a booth by herself.

Along with the wasabi, Yukko has also received a package her summer uniform, a white outfit with blue stripes and a tie. She does not look all that happy about it though. She has her elbows propped on the table, holding her head up with her hands. She's ordered plenty of food, enough burgers to last her an entire week but she doesn't seem to want to eat any of it. ]

...  [ Sigh. ] It's not the saaaame.

4. [ PHONE ]

( Because Yukko is behind with all the recent shenanigans. )