[Action A - 458 Stone Street, Morning]

[This morning's mail had a package in it for Dakki, and she greeted it with the usual enthusiasm that she greeted packages addressed to her.]

I've got something! It's here! I've got something!

[...which is to bring it to the kitchen table, tear off the packaging, and prepare to share it with everyone. Out comes a compressed blue item cube, that then immediately blips away in a flash of blue nano transformer light. And in the next instant there's a visor-like set of goggles upon Dakki's face.]

Oh!

[It's a bit disorienting at first. It's her own pair of goggles from home, but they're still configured for her previous audio and visual sensors. So there's some rapid blinking of her remaining active eye, and a hand comes up to start making some adjustments.]

Well there's something I didn't know I missed until it was gone....

[Action B - Neutron Diner, Lunchtime]

[Why not do something a bit different today? Rather than just fixing herself a sandwich at home, Dakki took it upon herself to have lunch out instead. Just a simple cheeseburger and fries, with a chocolate milkshake to drink... But it felt like a treat. Even if the most she could taste from the food was salty and greasy, the milkshake had a flavor profile more suited for her CAST senses. Sweet, creamy, a sense of vanilla, a sense of chocolate... She seems a bit lost in her own thoughts as she eats, but if she spies anyone that she recognizes? She'll be perking up and waving them over.]

Ah! Hello! Come on over, why don't you have a seat?

[Action C - 458 Stone Street, Afternoon/Early Evening]

[The "novelty" of wearing Mayfield clothing again is starting to wear off, and Dakki would much prefer to have her armor back on... if it weren't so dinged up and scorched and filthy. So that was this afternoon's project. Her armor was laid out in pieces on the front porch, and she was meticulously scrubbing out the dirt and buffing out scratches by hand. Every so often she stops and frowns and looks discouraged, but it's not long before she's back at it again.

Although there are also occasional periods of staring off into nothing and scrubbing very, very slowly. This is a CAST with a lot of things to process, it seems.]

[ERROR 1: 947 Beulah/Vocaloid Network]

[Rin and Len have been sharing a bed since he arrived. No big deal, they're very close twins after all. Waking up without him isn't too big of a deal either; he's got his paper route that he gets up early for. She's used to it, although it'd be nice to see him in the mornings too, but it's no different than if she was sleeping in.

And so, the first drone that Rin encounters today will be her former brother, new father; Yosuke Hanamura.]

Morning, honey! Sleep well? How's the new school year?

... Wha - school? ♪

[Rin has forgotten to go for a while with all of this plot-relevant stuff she's been attempting and recovering from the blimp adventure. And since when does Yosuke-nii care about that?]

Wait, did you just call me honey? ♪

Are you getting too old for honey? You kids are growing up way too fast. Before you know it, you'll be married to that boyfriend of yours...

[Oh, great. He's droned.]

-- Hell no! ♪

[Yosuke smiles.]

... I'm feeling sick today. I'm not going to go to school. ♪

[and then she runs back upstairs and slams her door to turn on her group headphones communications.]

Len, I'm going over to your house this week. Yosuke-nii's droned, and now that stupid drone boy is going to come back. Everyone, we'll be on Stone Street this week.

... Len? ♪

Leeeeen? Hey, Gakupo! Tell Len to turn his 'phones on! ♪


[ERROR 2: 947 Beulah

[And suddenly Rin learned that she's lost all of her brothers in one fell swoop.

... She's not taking it well. Her door is locked and the lights are off. She's sitting at her computer, the only sound being innumerable mouse clicks and keyboard taps between desperate sobs.]



[ERROR 3: Phone]

[Rin sounds a little more robotic than usual... and more than a little unhinged]

Submitting request for system restore to December 27 2010. CV02 has deleted all backups. Reason provided:

I've HAD it. All these memories are nothing but a bother. I just want to forget everything. I don't need anyone new. Len was enough. He was always enough. Fuck Mayfield. Fuck 'em all. Fuck! ♪

-- System is currently in emergency maintenance mode and awaiting approval from the proper Crypton authorities [CLASSIFIED] For future reference, an error message has been compiled for perusal by relevant parties.

[Action A: John Doe Park: Open]

[Once again, Shoutaro finds himself in the park, a new memory in his hand.]

Why'd they send Trigger? Can I....?

[Having never fathomed using Trigger by itself in the Lost Driver, this was the perfect opportunity to test it. So...without a second thought otherwise...]

Henshin.

[TRIGGER]

[Shoutaro quickly checks himself over as the twangy music of the memory subsided. His body isn't too different than it is while using the Joker Memory. And the Trigger Magnum is clipped to his chest as it should be.]

Interesting.

[Action B: MacCready & Sons Law Office: Open]

[Shoutaro's office is a right mess. Covered in the various pieces of evidence and testimonials he's taken or observed from the town. On the wall is the now larger poster board he's trying to fit this on to.]

Man...Phillip would have my neck for being so sloppy in doing this.

[Come in and bug him about the mess if you want. Or just drop by for a visit...that works too.]

[ Phone : Drone Filter : Monday (Afternoon) / Tuesday (Evening) / Wednesday (Midnight) ]
[ The following is delivered in a calm, professional tone. ]
Good day. My name is Nanoha Takamachi. I come to you all with an urgent notice. I promise that you will want to listen, and appreciate your time, but I will not to take up too much of it.

Mayfield is changing. I don't think this is something that can be missed. There has been new information uncovered and I feel that communication is the key to surviving here for much longer.

There will be meeting on Sunday the 30th of this month, at noon. It will be in the loading hangar of the Nadesico — a large spaceship docked above 947 Beulah. Whether you have a story to share, or just want to sit in and listen to others, I encourage everyone to attend; young or old, newcomer or veteran.

Feel free to spread news of this via word of mouth. My only request is that you not use the telephones, so that we can reduce interference. I will not discuss this further over the line, but I will be available every day at either the high school counselor's office, or my home at 1336 Benny Road. You may also contact Fate T. Harlaown or Hayate Yagami in a similar fashion.

I implore you... please, give this your utmost consideration.

I hope that the rest of your day goes well. Thank you again for your time.


[ Action : 1336 Benny Road : Open after the above calls, and any day this week except Sunday ]
[ Every time she hangs up the receiver, it falls from her hand a little heavier. Stretching the limits of her sleep schedule, Nanoha is quite tired. It is for a good cause. It is the right choice — perhaps the only choice. These are things she tells herself, for she can no longer sit idly by as their simulated world figuratively (and sometimes literally) crumbles around them.

However, she will greet those who come to knock with a pleasant face and a clean, welcoming home. ]


[ Action : Mayfield High : Open during school hours ]
[ —or one can catch Nanoha attempting to take short naps in her office. Whether it is about the meeting, school business, or a personal call, her door is open to all. ]


((OOC: Phone calls will not be answered, BUT if you want to express interest without a thread, you can tag this thread with an OOC comment as a sort of informal sign-up. The log will be mingle style, with headers, and more of an IC info-dump conference than a proper Q&A. You can ask me questions directly, hand-wave any threads whereupon characters express interest in attending, etc etc IDK this seems like it could be big so I want to make it as flexible for everyone as possible!))

((ETA: Log is here! For any late-comers. Back-tagging is more than welcome! o7))

[A]

[Well school's back in session that means one thing. High school History class with the walking skeleton dressed in black who doesn't so much speak as the words appear in your head, sounding like gravestones falling over. Or you know, Death. He's also teaching you about the Discworld's history. Which is why you're now getting a talk on that time the world almost ended. There's been a few actually, this one is about the time the Sorcerer took over.]

AND THAT IS HOW THE END OF THE WORLD WAS STOPPED BY A MAN WITH HALF A BRICK IN A SOCK. AND IT ALSO STOPPED THE FOUR OF US FROM HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE APORACLYPSE AND GET BACK TO KEEPING THE WORLD RUNNING. OR AT LEAST THE REST OF THEM DID AFTER THEY LEFT THE BAR.

NOW THEN. I WANT A WRITTEN ACCOUNT OF A TIME YOUR WORLD HAS COME IN DANGER OF ENDING. ADDITIONAL DRAWINGS WILL GET EXTRA POINTS. 

[And he'll be at his desk if you want to ask him any questions. Ignore the scythe leaning against the chalkboard behind him and the strange hour glass thing on his desk, it looks more like the glassblower had the hiccups when they made it.]

[B]

[Later on you can find an even stranger sight. ...if you thought that was possible after the above. There is beehive on the lawn of 308 Miller street. Death is tending to the bees. Yes he is wearing one of those funny hats. Yes he looks silly.

There is also a horse sitting on the front lawn. But that's probably less strange then the bone man with the bees.]

[C]

[Inside the house. Death is staring at what appears to be a collection of beads blocking the door. He's ...not really sure why they're there. But its distracted him from what he was going to do. So you can find him just looking at them. Rincewind the kitty is of course hiding under the stove from them. Because they moved and that is bad.]