Part A| Outside 5721 Cunningham Lane| Morning

[Groot is going through the packages he's received. He's actually left one of them there for awhile, still being a bit wary of the wonderful 'gifts' this town provides on occasion.

Unlike before, all three are merely pictures, and anybody passing by might notice what's on them as he flips through them and checks the back. He scrutinizes each like his eyes will burn a hole in them.

Picture 1 is of Groot, as a Flora Colossi, in a small circle of plants. Outside the circle is a rather stark plain.

Picture 2 is again of the royal tree kneeling closer to the plants from the previous picture with his head tilted to the side.

Picture 3 is of Groot with his hand on tree in a forest that he towers over.

He seems to be lost in thought after studying the photos, muttering to himself.]

Hrm... I wonder how that last one would work as a mammal... Would I need meat? This just ties into my concerns about the regeneration all over again...

Part B| Backyard of 5721 Cunningham Lane| Late Afternoon

[Groot can be seen working on the garden he has made in the backyard. A garden that is suddenly spectacular. Vegetables, fruits, and flowers all in full bloom. Quite a lot of them not even in season. The observant might see him plant a few seeds in a clear spot and then stare at it for a few moments. Just only long enough for a flower or plant to suddenly spring forth and grow like in a fast forwarded time delay video.]

Part C| Porch of 5721| Evening

[Groot is on the porch, and he doesn't look happy. Well, he hardly ever looks happy, but he looks downright depressed right now. And if to further emphasize this, there seems to be a bottle of wine nearby. It is mostly empty. He seems to be talking to himself again.]

I can understand droning of humans, or the need for several drones in general, but all the flarking plants as well? They might as well just make them brainless...

Action: Around town

After this, Terra is limping back to her house. Every step brings forth a wince and there is a giant bruise on her right arm where she had fallen on. Eventually she leans on a lamp post to rest and catch her breath, her left arm wrapped around her middle. Stop and help?

Action: 625 Topper Street

Somehow or another she made it back to her home. Tip-toeing through the living room, she's about to make it to the staircase when a stab of pain up her side causes her to stumble, one hand accidentally knocking a nearby photoframe down onto the ground with a crash.

[He's alive. That's first.

He's in a house that he doesn't recognize. That's second.

There's a woman he doesn't know sleeping next to him. That's third.

His wounds are gone. That's fourth.

Whatever's going on, Nagi has a bad feeling about it. He was fine with dying; it meant an end to the pain, and he knew that his friends were safe. Mostly. But this... this is not exactly what he expected the afterlife to be like.]

[action for 946 Beulah residents]

...Excuse me. Please don't panic, but I, ah- I think I might be lost. Do you happen to know where this is?

[public]

Well now. I suppose I always did want to visit America, albeit not quite like this... Ah, but I'm rambling.

I'm told that we use the phones here to communicate over some sort of wireless system? Strangely high-tech for what's supposed to be the decade of the 1950's, but I suppose it's useful. In any case, my name is Nagi Kengamine, and- [it's only then that it occurs to Nagi that maybe, as an escaped death row convict, giving his real name to a bunch of strangers isn't the best idea in the world. TOO LATE NOW.]

-and I suppose I'm new here. [SWEET FINISH.]

Action: Outside 7135 Brooks

(Okay, so things were pretty boring outside of the carnival that left. Asagi's come to accept that, but apparently it meant people were getting things back, so she's been frantically checking the mail for things addressed to her when lo' and behold, stuff! One of them is a package, so once she opens it up...)

Oh, fuck yes! Mommy missed you two so much~

(Yes, she's talking like this to her twin pistols. They've been with her since day one, so getting these back is just wonderful. The other thing, apparently a letter, holds nothing but a photograph of some...light orb thingy? The hell's that all ab-

And suddenly, the words "LEVEL UP" briefly appear over Asagi's head, accompanied by a brief fanfare sound effect. The girl stands there in shock, knowing exactly what just happened.)

My levels! Holy shit, I got my levels back! I am in business now! Ohohohoho!

Action: That place everyone likes blowing upJohn Doe Park

(Hope you weren't planning on a peaceful walk through the park today. Because this girl is pretty much going on a field day with her regained guns Just ignore that transformation part and the poor video quality. Yes, that is her normal firing speed and no, she doesn't seem to be stopping to reload. Care to jump and find out what the hell's going on?)

[Action A - Around Town, early evening]

[Having been dissolved on her way out of the horrible carnival-town, Natalie had consequences to face. For the last week, she's been droned. A drone that somehow subconsiously knows that she can only come out and do her motherly duties in the evening, but that was easy enough to play off in idle conversation as "you know how my skin just burns right up in the sunshine, ha ha" and all the drones involved would smile and nod. She still seems, physically, dead and cold and unpleasant, but upstairs? Nothing but drone-fluff.

Until tonight. Tonight she may still have a grin plastered on her face and the wrong kind of tone to her voice, but her actions seem just about normal. She's checking the mail and cheerfully opening two little envelopes that were addressed to her. She's doing a bit of shopping at Bodine Clothes. She's strolling through the park. She's randomly snatching a drone off the sidewalk, ducking behind a bush, and draining it dry. Pretty usual things for her. But... well...]

You must tell me your recipe for apple pie!

[...it's a bit out of context.]

Isn't my darling husband such a dreamboat?

[Frankly, this drone seems to be going nuts. There's a good chance that if she sees you, she'll grab you, her posture shouting panic but her lips spouting nothing but pleasantries.]

What a lovely day in Mayfield it is!

[Phone, late evening]

...This has been a profoundly fucked up day. I... would like to possibly apologize to anyone that I might have... disturbed by my complete inability to make sense.

Is that supposed to happen? I'm not sure that whatever that was, it was supposed to happen... some wires must've gotten crossed...

I think I've been out of it for a bit. Have I missed anything...?