A: between 1332 and 1333 Benny Road

[After the last mess Mayfield had subjected them all to, Estonia found himself in the possession of one very old box of books, in more than a few languages. He's read them all before, of course, and they're some of his favourites, even one particularly worn Russian one he doesn't recommend to anyone, just because it's in Russian. After they arrive in Mayfield, he reads them all again, then decides to do the nice thing and share them around.

This is why he's headed over to Benny Road with an armful of books in Lithuanian and Polish. He slides some of them, with no note, into the mailbox of house 1332. He's halfway to the mailbox of 1333 when he realizes he got the address wrong, and doubles back. Somewhere between trying to switch out the stack of books and get the appropriate ones in the right nation's mailbox, most of the books wind up on the lawn, with one very frustrated Estonia trying not to make a scene.

It's probably not going so well.]

B: 5270 Cunningham Lane

[Hi, Ukraine. Estonia comes bearing a few books for you, as well as some pre-made food and cuddles. Enjoy.]

C: phone

[Estonia clears his throat awkwardly before starting, and a few times more during pauses while he presents his question.]

Not that it's... um, of any great importance, but I was wondering if there would be anybody here interested in a choir of any sort. Just for curiosity's sake. [Ahem.] I don't really have anywhere with a piano to suggest meeting, but I'm sure something could be worked out, if... people were interested? If not, that's fine, too.

( [A] Action; locked to 1449 Mitchell Road] )

[B] Phone; open to all]

[Her voice is cheerful, though there’s a strained thread in it that she’s fighting to hide. Be optimistic. This is like talking with the soldiers, trying to find something good in a horrible situation.]

Good morning, Mayfield~ I bet you missed this voice, didn’t you? I sure missed all of yours.

Margot Sullivan, reporting back for duty.

Can't say I'm pleased about it, but... here all the same.

[A: 749 Partridge Drive (Open to anyone passing by and housemates)]

[Winry and the little drone boy might not be her own children, and Sam most certainly was not her husband, but the town had given her a duty of care towards them. So she had finally buckled herself down in the kitchen, and was doing an excessive amount of baking. She was still so used to cooking for a huge family that she hadn't quite reined herself back to moderation.

So anyone passing by Partridge Drive is free to see the windows open of every room on the ground floor, an array of freshly baked cakes and pies all sitting there temptingly. Cooling. Come take a bite?]

[B: Phone (Filtered to children)]

[Madeline has been debating over using this contraption for a while, but having heard about all the children this town has taken... the decision was made for her. Her voice is gentle, with a very light Scottish brogue.]

It seems to me that this place tries to get us to forget where we've come from and who were important to us there, so it can make us believe we belong here. Well I know that's a load of rubbish, and not even a different home with a different 'mother and father' can make us forget where we come from.

You must all miss your families a lot, I know I do. But I thought maybe it might help to talk about it some, so they know they're still in your thoughts. If you want to talk, it doesn't have to be anything heavy, you can always come and knock on my door and I'll be glad to trade stories with you for as long as you want.

I know it can get scary here and we all miss the people back home, but the wonderful thing about families is that we can keep adding to them. All the people here you love, we can all be a family and help each other through this.

A:) early morning - Hastings Blvd; open.

[there is a woman with a light coat pulled up over her nightgown taking a few bewildered steps from her front door and toward the street. perhaps you're used to the sight of someone waking up in Mayfield for the first time and want to help? or, maybe she accidentally bumps into you where she's staring at 'her' house as she starts down the sidewalk?]

B:) late morning - phone; open.

[there's a slight and hesitant pause before Trisha starts speaking.]

Edward? Al? [a beat...] ...Winry?

Are you still-- Can you hear me?

C:) early evening - around town; open.

[having gotten her bearings and taken the time to check up on old and familiar faces, Trisha is back in her own clothing and has taken to the streets for some air. she's trying to feel out what's changed from the last time she walked the likes of Mayfield; the bitter chill of winter has gone and it seems summer is here in earnest. had it really been so long...?

she seems a little confused-- stopping to look at building storefronts before continuing along. maybe you bump into her? or are you a kind soul who cares to ask what she might be looking for?]

[Phone | Open]

Humm...it seems I'm quite curious once again. [and feeling a bit...trolly and in weird mood.] The subject of families. Decribe them to me. I have no idea what it's like, so feel free to be as descriptive as you like.

[okay he did, but Dainn was never 100% sure what he felt about his own family. feeling something such as love was unknown to the Immortal.]

...you're also free to use your families here in Mayfield or your real ones, of course.


[Action | John Doe Park | Night time]

[the Shadow Immortal is once again out and about at night. the park is slowly becoming his haunt lately but he doesn't particularly mind.

but it seems he's actually looking for someone this time. in this case some poor drone who's stupid enough to be out at night. hey he needs a pick me up, okay? and tomato juice tastes terrible.

though if someone wants to join the vampire, he won't mind. just don't call him out on what he's doing >_>]

 [Phone]

[Let's skip over the confusion for a second and look back about an hour or so ago; Gin woke up. Immediately went on high alert thanks to the obviously unfamiliar situation he was in. Attempted to interrogate the drone woman in the same room.

...Drone woman didn't react or bat an eye, and if anything seemed certain they were married.

It didn't take long for him to find everything else, and it's obvious that bothering with the people in the house is just a waste of his time. Picking up the phone leads to an open connection...

Hn. And a mere glance out the window says there are probably others in this situation. Time to ask questions 'nicely' then.]

If anyone is on the other end of this line, [he'll start off with rather calmly...]

I would like some information as to my whereabouts- among other things...

[Because by this point? He saw the mail addressed to 'Gin Juniper'. Which means whatever got him here did not do their homework... ...But definitely isn't something he'll be even slightly expose on-job skills to. Better to keep the element of SOME surprise....]

[Action; Mayfield Rec Center]

[Yuna's out for some basketball practice as usual, but today she's decided to have a little bit more fun with it than usual.  She's always wanted to try a real dunk shot, since it looks so cool in live action shows.  So after she's done with her usual drills with dribbling, free throws, three point shots, and the like, she can be found taking full speed headlong runs straight at the hoop, trying to get enough lift to slam the ball straight through the hoop.  Of course, she isn't having much luck with it - she's only 5'3", after all, and these are regulation hoops she's dealing with here.  Even still, Yuna is nothing if not determined, so she'll keep on trying for as long as her stamina holds out.]

Geez... they make this look so easy on TV!

[Or you might catch her when she's finally tired herself out, sitting on the bleachers.  She's got a towel with her, wiping some sweat from her forehead while she drinks from a plastic water bottle.  Either way, she's spending the better part of the afternoon here today.]

A. » Phone

[Ed's been keeping to himself ever since he got back from the whole carnival thing. He's been in an awful state even before it, but when he died there it all seemed to hit him at once. He felt useless and pathetic and he wasn't able to help anyone. He couldn't even help himself! He's been here almost a year now and what has he accomplished? Nothing.

But after having an inspirational talk with his brother (read: he got his ass thoroughly kicked because he was being an IDIOT and now he kind of has a black eye and a broken nose) he figured it was finally time to break the radio silence.]

Hey, I wanted to apologize for this past month. I was being... I was being an idiot and I know it.

B. » Action 「Grocery Store」

[In an attempt to make up for being a giant ass, Ed decided to make dinner for Winry tonight and can be found wandering the aisles in thought.]

What should I even make...?


C. » Action 「Around Town」

[Ed bought all the groceries he needed and is headed for home. He's carrying two large bags in his hands and it's kind of hard for him to see over the top of them. What is paying attention to where you're walking? ]

➵ ACTION | 1761 BEAVER STREET | MORNING

[ ( Nathaniel finds himself awoken by the sun poking in through the window. )

]


➵ PHONE | LATE MORNING

[ A hesitant pause. He's still not sure about this thing, even after a tutorial. ] Apparently I should try this... thing out.

This is the fastest way to get in touch with the town at large, correct? At least, that's what I've been told. [ if Hawke is just messing with him, they're going to have words later. ]

I guess this is the part where I ask questions about our situation, but I've been mostly informed, I think. Unless someone can point me towards where I might lay my hands on a bow and some arrows?