((This is actually backdated to the day after Welcomefield. It is the result of a log that has taken a while.))

[Phone: Unfiltered. Everyone in town gets to hear this.]

[Cade picks up the phone and connects to the town.]

"Attention, citizens of Mayfield! I know this may disappoint some of you, but I must announce that I am officially off the market! I have found a woman who is strong and beautiful and intelligent, an honestly quite unlike any woman I have ever met, and so I shall be devoting every ounce of that Cade Master's passion to her!

Good day friends, may adventure and love find you, always!"

[Action A - Morning, 7132 Brooks]

[Picky had woken up convinced that it would be another normal Mayfield summer day. He washed his face, ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth... and then when he opened the door to head out and go find somewhere to play or something to do, there was a package. Right on the front step. And it was for him. And it was huge!]

Woah!

[He was quick to drag it inside, and wasted no time peeling off the packing tape and opening it up. Inside was his old NES, with two control pads (one of which was sticky and was missing the A button), and three game packs.

This was awesome.]

Kaylee! Key-Fu! Hey! Hey, I got something! I got something cool!

[Phone]

Hey, who likes video games? I got my Nintendo back! I did! And we've got it hooked up and everything! If anyone wants to come over and play... you can come over and play! I've got Mario Brothers, and Zelda, and Metroid... and that's it. But... but those're all really good!

[Action B - 7132 Brooks, any time of day]

[Maybe you heard the phone call and are stopping by to get your old-school gaming on. Or maybe you can hear the beeps and boops of those classic games coming from inside the house and are curious as to what's going on. Either way, Picky will answer any knocks on the door in the same sort of way.]

Come in! C'mon! ...aaah, d... drat! Shoot! Stop doing that!

[His exasperation is not at the visitor, but at the NES itself. Somehow he had managed to find someone to figure out how to get it hooked up to an ancient 50s TV set, but there was still an additional hurdle to vault. Old-style NESes were finicky, fussy things, and this one had belonged to the Minch brothers. Neither boy was the best caretaker of electronic equipment. Picky's NES only seemed to want to keep a game loaded for a few minutes at at time, before freezing... and that's when he could get the game loaded at all. This was turning out to not be anywhere near as cool a gift from home as he had thought it would be.]

Action A | 337 Brady Lane | Morning | Open to all

[Applejack has been sort of hoarding the last couple of regains she's got from Mayfield. With her house being nothing but drones lately, she was worried about anything she might get that would just be tossed out or broken by them assuming its something else. But now she has three envelopes and a non-drone back in the house, so maybe she should stop stalling and see what she's got.

So she'll be out back with a letter opener seeing what's in them. Except they're all empty. Applejack was seriously confused, she went to all this trouble to open them and there's nothing in them? She was about to head back inside with a huff, but that's when she noticed what's now in the backyard.

Her eyes widen as she sees the majority of the backyard is now gone because the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse is there. Right behind Bloomberg, in fact.

So surprised by this that Applejack doesn't notice the cider press or the couple of baskets full of a rather colorful type of apple sitting in front of the building at first. It's pretty overwhelming after all. And not subtle at all to anybody who happens to be in the area.]

Action B | Bakery | Shortly after A

[Applejack is spending some time working at the bakery. Well, working is a relative term. She'll serve customers if they approach of course, though the drones ignore her outright, but she seems engrossed with a paper she has in front of her. Seems she's making a flyer for something, and is really taking her time with its design. Curious walk-ins may be able to walk over to her and catch a glimpse of what she has so far before she notices them:



Do you ask about it?]

Phone | Later that evening | Not filtered, so open to all

[Normally Applejack prefers talking to her friends muzzle to muzzle, but after getting some new things from home and remembering a conversation she had with Rarity awhile ago, it might be better to use the phone to get all their attention along with seeing who would be willing to help.]

So hey every....body, Ah was thinking it might be nice to try and hold an event mah family hosts back home around this time called the Sisterhooves' Social. Ah just got some things from home that would make some nice prizes for it even. Back home it's a pretty fun couple of days with events and such for sisters to enter and participate in, but Ah wouldn't really force that to be the rule since this place kinda has a bunch of us here away from our actual families.

Though Ah could really use some help setting it up. Twilight, Pinkie, Rarity, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Bell, think you could lend a hoof? Or anybody else who is interested too, actually? Ah'd really appreciate it, and setting things up doesn't mean you have to skip out on participating in events, Ah'm sure if we get enough folks help we can figure a way for you to compete as well as help.

[There's a pause for a few minutes as if she's done and waiting for responses before she suddenly speaks up again.]

Oh! And Apple Bloom, you want to help out in making some zap apple treats?! Ah was thinking those would be some of the prizes we could give out.

 [phone]

Um well, I meant to announce this a while ago but...considering this place didn't give me a job, I decided to go out on my own and offer one-on-one cooking lessons.  If you need help with the basics or a certain recipe, I'd be happy to help. We can negotiate the price on case by case basis and I can help provide ingredients.

Oh that's right. I do owe a few people some meals. Sorry, um if anyone knows Basco, I need to get a hold of him.  Oh and there was that guy I was drinking with when there was the party the town held. I don't think I ever got his name and I was out of line with my behavior and I'd like to apologize to him.

[action]

[Saori's in the park later in the day. Without the daily routine of fighting rogue supernatural creatures and stuff, she's left to just work on her hand to hand combat skills. But after going at it for two hours already, she's taking a  break, reading a novel while she's sitting in a random tree. She just wanted a change in scenery and away from any drones that would harass her.]

[PHONE]

All I'm saying is that if I had the option of being a 50s TV star, pretty sure I'd have made it clear I'd be a Dillon, not a Cleaver. I'm calling my agent.

[Phone A, filtered from Lily, James, Remus and Sirius]

Has anyone else have people show up in Mayfield from... really far before them? All these people keep showing up that are about my parents' age, but here they're barely older than I am. I'm... really not sure what to do about it.

[Action: Around Mayfield]

[Neville really is just trying to go about his business, but it seems the drones just won't leave him be today.]

Happy birthday, Neville!

Uh... thanks?

[Person I don't actually know...]

[Action: In front of 1486 Kramden]

[And how is Neville spending his birthday? Tending his garden, of course.]

[Phone B]

So, uh... could someone explain to me why all the drones keep asking me if I'm going to get my license now?

[phone]

A lot of people have been calling for resistances and reforming super hero teams and all that, and while I've done that, I'm not really the team leader type. That and I'm on a team that's got both members. That being said, if anyone wants some basic "Don't get killed when things are horrible" lessons, I've got experience on that in spades and if you are all organizing, not getting killed sounds like a really good idea.

[Action 1] 1489 Kramden

((ooc: The bikini cannon that will be fired will not hurt anyone hit. It will just swap their clothes, which will be sent home or off camera or somewhere safe for retrieval later, with a string bikini of whatever color and design the player desires. That being said we have strict adherence to the comics code here! Or... Something like that. Also the cannon does not care if you are man or woman, it makes all suffer.))

[As Booster comes home he finds a box on the front steps labeled to him so he opens it and pulls out an odd looking rifle thing. Looking over it for a minute he shakes his head with a worried look and takes a breath. Sadly he sneezes at that time dropping the cannon which fires a shot down the street. This is the infamous bikini cannon, was your character hit, or did you just see it?]

[Action 2] The Streets of Mayfield

[It can be said that no wise man willingly seeks out Death. Booster Gold is no wise man. He also despite Ted being here, has been gifted with a unique way of taking out some of his frustrations that Ted stayed dead yet Bat family members can die every other Thursday and come back. Hell, some of them have frequent dier punch cards so he's out to put Death in a Bikini.]

Think she sells makeup door to door.....

{A: Action - Open to all}
-location: 848 Goldberg Street
-time: Late morning-ish

[If you happen to be walking down Goldberg Street, look out! Mal pelts a metal cross pendant necklace out the front door as hard as he can.]


{B: Phone - Filtered to Inara Serra}
-time: Midday

Hey, uh, I know we ain't talked in a while but I reckon it's time we did. Elephant in the room an' all that.