[Leia isn't too pleased when she gets a phone call telling her she's been missing work. After explaining that no, she did not in fact cut hair for a living, she's told to go down to the shop or lose her job. Which is no doubt code for droning in some manner so today you can find Leia....]

[A. Barber shop: No she does not look very happy about it. However you might notice the drones with long hair seem to be getting some strange hair styles. Lots of braids and things like that. Gee it's almost like someone's a star wars fan or...oh wait. If you walk in the store Leia will look over.]

Can I help you?

[Phone]

It may have taken them a while but they finally got around to giving me a job. Do they look for jobs we wouldn't enjoy having or is it simply my bad luck? Either way, I'll be at the "barbershop".

[Phone: Filtered to Luke]

Can we talk?

[It's rather unnerving to wake up and realize that a chunk of your memory is missing. Minerva can gather that she was somehow turned into one of the drones, but beyond that, she'd like some answers.]

Is it common for those of us who were brought here to become drones on occasion? An effect of the town, perhaps? Or something more malicious.

It's disturbing the amount of power this town sems to have. I don't suppose anyone has ound a way to counter it?

[A] - [PHONE]
[Scout sounds really excited about something. What could the reason be?]
Yo! Anyone wanna race me? I got my speed back! And I ain't about t'waste it by not runnin' around circles and bein' real awesome.

I may even be nice 'n letcha get a head start! C'mon, let's do it!

[B] - [ACTION/JOHN DOE PARK]
[As excited as Scout is about getting his speed back, he's not too happy about not being able to jump on top of a gazebo in the middle of the park. If you're in the area, you may see him try really hard to double jump and get some height, but quickly fail and fall back down to the ground.]

Damnit! Why can't I make this?

|A: 338 Brady Lane|

[As he often does in Mayfield, Lyn has been carefully minding his own business and keeping his head down; the last big happening in town, in fact, he'd only heard about secondhand, which he considers something of a blessing. He's more than had his fill of the town's bullshit; the less they mess with him, the better he likes it.

So he's genuinely a little baffled when he finds something in the mail for him. Usually the return of their things and abilities from home is a sort of twisted reward for surviving the latest horror, and he hadn't even gotten near whatever dark carnival Mayfield had put on.

But hey, who is he to question the lunatics in charge if they want to give him more of his stuff? He tears into the envelope eagerly; he hasn't yet received anything from his own world that hasn't been good, and he can't think of anything he could get back that he wouldn't want -

The picture slides out of the envelope into his waiting hand, and he nearly drops it as though it had burned him. It's not that he has anything against the picture itself, it's innocuous enough...but the memories it stirs are an old wound he hadn't been prepared to suddenly have reopened. Anyone who interrupts Lyn now will find him almost viciously surly, compared to his usual casual grousing.]

|B: Around town|

[Lyn's taken his bad mood on the road, though now he's more upset than kneejerk angry. For once he's scuffing through the streets without seeming twitchy or paranoid, and traveling entirely on the ground; he's too preoccupied for his usual furtive movements and clambering around on anything above eye level.

He doesn't really expect to be bothered, since he doesn't know many people in Mayfield, thanks to his paranoia leading him to avoid a lot of them - but an apparent teenager as clearly depressed as he is at the moment might inspire comment.

He's still holding the picture - which he may or may not lose his grip on in his preoccupation and drop it at the feet of passersby. When this happens, he reacts with the sudden panic of a man who's just dropped a diamond or nuclear launch key, pouncing on it immediately before it can get away. Or someone can steal it from him...though why anyone would want to is a question for Lyn's paranoia.]

Shit - !