Phone:

This damn town finally did something right. Now if it'd give me a reason to use it, then I might actually like it here.

Action, later at the park:

[Sol hasn't had a chance to make use of his regain just yet and now was high time. Having the Fuuenken back was like having an old friend come back...An old friend that let him burn everything in his way.

He's out in the middle of park near dusk, making use of his fire magic. It's quite a show and there's pretty much no grass left in the surrounding area. Feel free to bother him, he's in a good mood.]

Phone:

Tell me, what would you do if the town returned something to you that you didn't want? Say, a painful reminder of the past or a momento from someone you cared about. Would you deal with it or just hide it all away?

Action, Miller Street:

[That phone call wasn't a random question -- the town had given him back two painful reminders of his death. The first wasn't visible at the moment. He held the other in his hand: the dagger Claudia stabbed him with. It's a ceremonial dagger, pretty aside from the bloodstain on the blade. He wasn't happy about it in the least, especially not after the carnival. Vincent chose to walk down the street, clenching the dagger in his hand. Aside from his clenched fist, he looked somewhat calm, peaceful even. Talk to him at your own risk, he'll be especially acidic with his words.]

Phone;

Would anyone like to play a game of chess? I may as well open the offer now that so many people have been arriving and even returning. The influx was enough to prompt the town to make note of it as well. What do you think it could mean?

--Oh, you don't need to answer that. I already know what your answer will be before you say it. But I do implore you to play chess with me. I'll be waiting at 916 Bilko Boulevard if you're interested. Or you can voice your decision over phone.

Action; Outside 916 Bilko Boulevard

[And for anyone walking by, whether you have come to play him or not. Until someone does come to challenge him he's playing a match by himself. And for a game against himself, there is a rather intense look on concentration of his expression.]

[ooc: Do me a favor and answer this permission post real quick if you can. It'll be important for the future and for interacting with Scratch in general.]

❀ i. morning | 1762 beaver street | housemates

[ With a quick yelp, the redhead sat up on her bed as she clutched onto the unfamiliar pajamas that she wore while trying to catch her breath. It was that dream again. She already talked about it with Mion so she shouldn't be fazed by it... at least that's what she thought. Rena shook her head to try and rid the fear that lingered from the dream. ]

It was just a dream Rena. There is no way you killed... that woman in your special place. Mii-chan said to talk to dad about it and that's what I will do and then a quick treasure hunt.

[  She closed her eyes and took deep breathes. ]

Alright Rena, what is that magic word again?

....H-Hauu.

[ The girl opens her eyes and then finally noticed that she was not in her house in Hinamizawa. Just where was she? She got out of the bed and glanced around in 'her' room. However she walks closer to a corner where laid various photos of her and... Rika? ]

E-eeh? Why is Rena... in these photos? I don't recognize these people... wait is that Rika-chan? Just where am I?

❀ ii. afternoon | around town

[ Rena will be walking around as to explore this new place. If she was going to stay there for a while... why not? She'll glance at the many citizens with interest, at least until she settles upon the unfortunate bystander that just triggers her 'take home mode' and jump them. ]

Hauu~ Rena will take you home! ♥

❀ iii. evening | phone

Um, does anybody know where to find stores with cute things? Rena would love to start up a collection here! Anything is fine! Like um chairs, statues, dolls... Any other information about this place is also great to know.

---oh! And if my friends: Keiichi, Mion, Satoko, and Shion are here, I'd like them to know that I'm living with Rika-chan at 1762 beaver street.

[Action; Morning ; Throughout the whole town]
You have to be fucking kidding me!

[That was probably one of the most annoyed yell and introduction ever, as people around the Ricardo street will probably hear it as well, no thanks to a certain blonde (he's not a dhampir yet) guy just storming out of the house, and pretty much just walked through the whole damn city in an attempt to cool down. If you wish to confront this guy at this moment? Feel free! Although he's not going to be in the most talkative mood.]

[Phone]
Alright, enough with these incredibly stupid jokes, Mayfield. I want to know one thing and one thing only.

[There's a beat.]

...Whatever, 's not like I can ask this public anyways.

[Aaand he's going to just hang up since dammit indecisiveness since when did you come back.]

[Action 1: 337 Brady Lane. Locked to housemate.]

[Gentarou yawns as he pushes his covers off. The sunlight is bouncing off his eyes, making him squint. But...something's off, even with his limited vision at the moment.]

Oi! Gramps! Did the power go out? My alarm didn't go off!

[Even stranger...there's no answer from his grandfather. Who should've been up by now.]

Ohh man! I'm gonna be so late!

[He turns to run out of his bedroom door....which has magically turned into a wall. he slams into it with gusto. And plenty of volume.]

W-what?

[He takes in his surroundings, now wide-eyed from the unexpected pain.]

W-where am I?!

[Action 2: Anywhere in town.]

[Gentarou is exploring, having BARELY found a small amount of pomade in his new houses bathroom to get his coif on. But his clothes...are rather dorky-looking. He will greet anyone he comes across in a VERY friendly manner.]

Hey there!

A:) morning; 1648 ALRBRIGHT LANE. closed to housemates.

[ever since the Carnival, the days that Abel isn't spending watching over his little brother newly returned from the dead are instead passed by in the basement (which has been converted into something of a make-shift workroom). a workbench sits against the far wall, and there are various small parts littered atop it; he's been attempting to replicate the earpiece long-range Vatican-issue AX radios from home, but his efforts have been half-hearted as best. it's more an excuse to remain away from things down here then it is to make any real progress.

it's doubtful any of his loving 'family' have use for him, but... should you be looking for the rumpled mopey priest, it's where you'll find him.]

B:) early evening; CHURCH OF SALVATION. open.

[the good Father has been absent from this familiar place as of late, it's true; those who are used to seeing his face here probably won't think much of his reappearance. it's like an old piece of furniture being back in the room, right? his cassock is missing and a keen eye might notice he's a bit less composed, a little more sleepless than usual -- but Abel is Abel, at the end of the day.

he's keeping to himself for once, and in the act of something outside the routine one would expect from him; instead of being found in the kitchens heartily devouring whatever sweets Ciel has left in sight, he's behind the altar with match and candle. once it's lit, he's taking a small step back and observing the way the little flame glows before closing his eyes to hang his head in a familiar position of prayer. his fingers are clasped loosely around the rosary that never leaves him, however much everything else might change.

it may take him a while to notice an onlooker or newcomer, but... he will, if you give him a little time. or maybe you have a prayer to offer with him? either way, the Church is pleasantly calm this time of day... isn't it? peace is a precious commodity in Mayfield, so enjoy it with him while it lasts, hm?]

C:) ~midnight. AROUND TOWN & OUTSIDE THE JOHNSON RESIDENCE. open.

[though he's been reluctant to stray from his brother's side, Abel finds himself discontent to keep himself locked up in the house tonight. perhaps it's something about the sight of the moon, but... he's inevitably pining for fresh air and night sky.

hands in his pockets, he's ambling the streets in search of absolutely nothing in particular... but it must be coincidence that his feet bring him before one residence in particular with more frequency than the rest. it's the only house he halts before, as well -- to give a long and hard stare from eyes sharper than they had been a moment prior.

but it must be a trick of the light -- because they're softening again whenever his walk continues and takes him away from the Johnson's plot. yes... just a trick of the light. hopefully he doesn't carelessly walk into you in his absent journey!!]

[Action: Anderson Lane]

[Akaya has the habit of falling asleep on busses. Well, this is what happened just before he was taken to Mayfield. He was going to school, but instead he fell asleep and went to the last stop. This is perfectly normal as he's gotten that way to an enemy school as well.

Well, this time seemed to be different. He woke up.. in a room? Did he just have a weird dream about sleeping on the buss again? That's what it seemed like. Then he looks around. His room seems a bit different from normal... or maybe he's imagining things. Oh well, no time to think about it! Time to get ready and go to school.

He ends up walking out of the house. He didn't really paying attention to what the place looks like cause he's too sleepy. That goes for his clothing and all the other stuff as well... silly boy.

... it's the outside and fresh air that makes him realize that he's probably not in Japan anymore.]

-- Wh-What is this place?

[Feel free to bug him. He's probably going to stand outside of 724 for a while.]

[Phone: Open]

... hello? Senpai? Akaya here. Are any of you hearing this?

This may sound crazy, but I think I've been kidnapped. I don't have my own clothes and they keep saying I live in this house -- and this is definitely not my house!

It seems like I can just walk out of here, but I'm not sure if I should! So please help...?