✿a) early morning: action ; 1338 Benny Road ; housemates

[When Ib opened her eyes, she expected to be back in her world, in the art gallery with her parents and Garry. Instead, she found herself in a foreign bed in what looked to be a foreign house.

...Was it a trick? She'd gone through the painting once to get to that other world, but did going back through bring her here instead of home? If that was the case, well...it was time to get to work.

She gets up and examines her room, dresses herself, brushes her hair, and goes out to the rest of the house. The first thing she notices is the family portraits. At first, she stares in disbelief at the fact that she's there and her parents are not. Even stranger, she has no idea who those other people are. Her next instinct is to turn around, walk a few steps away, and then whirl around, as if expecting something to happen. She stares it down before walking away, casting a wary glance back at it.

Maybe it was because she didn't have a rose...

Right. She doesn't have a rose. That unsettles her. And since Garry went through the painting, too, she might as well look for him while she was at it.

Housemates can either find this little girl performing her little ritual with the pictures and possible paintings around the house or looking through cabinets, opening doors of all kinds, all the while looking like she's searching for something in particular.]

✿b) afternoon: action ; annie's flowers ; everyone

[You can find Ib staring intently through the window of the flower shop, close enough to where her nose is almost touching the glass, but still far enough away to mind her manners (and the window's cleanliness).]

✿c) evening: phone ; everyone

[Well, her search around the house and around town shows her that it's more than just her here this time.

There's a tiny yawn before a small, quiet, and rather young voice speaks up.]

...Hello. My name is Ib. There are a lot of people here, but I was wondering if anyone's seen a man with purple hair that talks like a lady.

[The comment about the man doesn't sound like she's poking fun, but instead carries a sense of innocence and naivete.]

[A. 1337 Benny Road - Locked to Housemates]

[It was a normal day in Benny Road when Erica first arrived. Normal meaning that she barely stirred in bed, snoozing all that morning. She didn't get up until at least ten or eleven that morning when she lazily dragged herself out of bed in the morning.

Yawning, she stumbled downstairs and paused at the action. Strange, this wasn't her assignment area. This wasn't even her normal room. Where's all her stuff?]

This is not my usual place. Trude? You here?

[B. Benny Road to Park]

[Erica's wandering around, dressed in a shirt and panties and nothing else. There wasn't any of her usual uniforms anywhere and she wasn't going to wear shorts or a dress if she could use it. Currently, she was poking at a few things here and there, making sure that she wasn't seeing things.

If she sees you, she'll give a wave.] Hey.

[ action ☆1333 benny ]
[ Madoka decided to do her laundry and clean her room properly. She's been a bit on edge since the Carnival and can't get the traumatizing images from the fun house out of her head, so cleaning the new outfits she regained seemed like a good way to clear her mind. One of the things she decided to do today was wash all of her collected hair ribbons and do up her hair with the ones from home, hoping it would make her feel better.

Little does she know, someone has become "popular". And that someone is her. ]

[ action ☆malt shop ]
[ Another way to clear your mind is buying yourself to a treat, right? Madoka thought so too! So she broke out her savings and went to buy a milkshake. Just as she was about to pay for it,  a drone boy stepped in and got it for her. ]
Eh? Um, well-- you don't have to, I um... I have the money... [ And then another drone offered buy her a snack to go with it.  ] What? No... no, that's okay, I really couldn't...
[ Suddenly, Madoka finds herself sitting at a table with a bunch of drones. It hasn't occurred to her yet, but she seems to have become "popular" overnight. She's surrounded by milkshakes of all flavors and a bunch of drone kids talking to her about things she doesn't know much about. And as uncomfortable as this makes her, she doesn't have the heart to ask them to leave. ]
Sorry, um, I... I'm not sure... what's popular and what's not um... the clothes you're wearing... l-look fine... [ Someone come rescue her. She doesn't know how to handle this. ]

[ action ☆ around town ]
[ Okay, really, what's up with the teenage drones lately? Madoka is carrying a few shopping bags because she made the mistake of window shopping, which turned into "real shopping" when her admirers came to her rescue. She is also walking around town in stealth mode, ducking behind lamp posts and into shops when she sees drones coming. This is how you solve problems. ]
What's wrong with them today? Why is everyone treating me this way... I-I'm not cool at all. Maybe Mama was right about these hair ribbons...

[ phone ☆ ]
[ And after a hard day of being a popular girl, Madoka collapses on her bed and picks up the phone. ]
Um... I know this is a weird thing to ask about um so... please forgive me... Have the drones ever treated anyone, um... strangely? They keep asking me for fashion advice and talking about records... I don't know any of that stuff, though, so um...

Can someone um... give me... advice? I want to help them... if they're asking, I want to help... Even if they're drones... If they're counting on me then I want to be able to give them good advice!

Action; 726 Anderson Lane
[What had once been Edward's office in his "top-secret" underground lair was now just some abandoned relic. However, it still had its uses. Seated at the desk, Slugger absently pushes around some lettered slats on a Scrabble board. He isn't thinking much when the letters 'O - N - E' are haphazardly arranged on the board, but when he realizes the next letter beneath his finger is 'G', he pauses. His thumb and forefinger join in a circle formation and a tiny 'clink' echoes through the office as the slat rebounds off a far wall.]

Phone
[For the first few days after he'd returned from the Mayfield on the other side of the funhouse, Slugger hadn't felt much like thinking about his stay there, much less like talking about it. But now, he's ready to start getting down to business. Mayfield is a place he hates and yet it's a place that has given him so much, including a home. But what it gave, it had the power to take away. He isn't sure why he continues to search for answers or why he still feels the unshakable sense of responsibility for collecting whatever scraps of information the town might offer, but perhaps a certain man in green who is no longer here would agree that the search must go on until the answer is found.]

Edward Nigma is gone. Droned. This time for real.

[Though Edward had possibly been the closest person he's lost thus far, his words are devoid of emotion as though simply stating a fact. Almost as quickly as the announcement leaves his mouth, the call shifts to a new topic.]

Did anyone find something useful in the Other Mayfield? I'd like to see.

[Action A - 1649 Albright Lane]

-It was just like last time. Charlie had awoke that morning in an early fashion as he normally did. Getting dressed and going to make a pot of coffee. It was almost a habit by now, but it helped to keep his own mind in check. Pouring himself a small cup he went to sit outside on the front porch.

There it was again. Sitting just at the bottom of the steps, one of those regained items from home... both addressed to-- Oh, he wasn't used to seeing two packages. Setting down his cup, he reached down to pick them up and calmly opened them. Of course, he was met with that symbol code and his eyes narrowed. Shaking his head he set it aside and went to the next package. Opening that one, left a small smile tug at his mouth. He placed the glasses on his face and tidied up the small mess caused from paper bits.-

[Action B - At the park]

-He's decided to spend some time at the park. When the urge to do so strikes him, he can be seen training. A few kicks and punches to the air. Nothing fancy, other than those Flash Kicks he performs now and again. He's doing his best to keep to himself. After all, he didn't wish to accidentally hit someone, as it's been known to happen to him every now and again...

If you're too close, he'll simply stop.-

[Phone!]

Excuse me, Mayfield. An odd request, if you don't mind. I am curious, if any of you out there have anything worth reading? If so... I would very much like to borrow a book or two...

[A - The Front Yard of 503 Ricardo]

[Ted was rather surprised to see three packages for him arrive in the mail today. The first, largest one, contained his Blue Beetle suit. The second one contained his BB Gun. The third, a small envelope, seemed to contain only a picture of his ship, The Bug, but when he opened it, he heard a huge thud come from outside in the front yard.

Ted rushes outside, and sitting there in the yard is The Bug in all her glory.]

I don't believe it! She's here!

[B - The Skies of Mayfield]

[So Ted's got The Bug back now, and there's only one thing to do--put his baby through her paces! Anyone looking to the skies should see a strange blue insect-shaped aircraft zipping around town today.]

[C - John Doe Park]

[Ted's landed for a little bit so he can check over his ship and make sure she's running as well as she should. Talk to him?]

Phone

-This wasn't something he was normally found doing... using the telephone lines that is. Before he picked up to start speaking, he stared down at it. Hard. He had been here for some time now, and it the entire time spent here was beginning to affect him. Yet, he knew that his time here was next to nothing in comparison to others.-

-He had to try though. He had to try and reach out to others. After all, it wasn't like he could talk to her anymore... it somehow bothered him a great deal. Though he wouldn't admit to it.-

-FINALLY... he picked up the phone and spoke as clear as he could manage, without his accent interfering.-

Excuse me, Mayfield... but Ah had... thought of an idea that would... put some ease into our lives while we are stuck here.

Perhaps if the Church were to hold a bake sale...

Please, tell me if you're at all interested...

-He hangs up and waits for a while...-


Action: The Church

-He'll be biding his time around the church when he's not at home... he'll be rather quiet as well, unless spoken to. He means well, he's just lost in thought.-