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[Action A - Backdated to September 30th - 748 Partridge Drive]
[Not long after beating an angry Barricade senseless, Dakki was struck with guilt for what she had done. So she had hoisted the man upon her back and dragged him to Dr. Aston's place. The hospital might have been a better fit... but the fellow had enough mechanical parts that perhaps a specialist was in order. But walking all that way with a large unconsious man on your back... it's suspicious. It gets the neighbors whispering. It gets the town talking.
When Dakki arrives at 748 Partridge Drive, she rings the doorbell. And then suddenly it hits her. She stiffens, drops Barricade's body in a heap on the front step, and her one remaining eye glazes over. When or if someone answers?]
Well hello! I'd hate to be a bother, but I think poor Mr. Cade is in need of a house call.
[There's a drone with a torn dress and some residual signs of battle standing next to a badly beaten and unconscious man. They might even both be familiar. What do?]
[Action B - From September 30th to October 7th - Anywhere]
[Dakki won't be out on her usual jogging route, or doing her usual sword practice in the park. At home, she'll be making pancakes, baking casseroles, and spouting inanities. The town had decreed it, and she was among the ranks of the droned. Perhaps some small comfort could be taken in that she was still visibly a CAST, and nothing of hers had vanished... but how long would it last?]
[Action C - October 7th, Afternoon, Mayfield Suburbs]
[One week from the time of the incident... that's a nice round bit of punishment, right? Drone!Dakki is just finishing off a friendly Sunday gossip-and-coffee visit to one of the houses that have nothing but other drones living there, and as she steps down the walk, the veil lifts. It's done. She's herself again.]
W... what the...?
[Last she recalled was being on Dr. Aston's doorstep. This is confusing and strange and no small amount wrong. An upset panic is slowly rising within her as she stands there, tugging at the pearls around her neck and stumbles unsteadily towards the sidewalk. Where is she? When is it?]
[Not long after beating an angry Barricade senseless, Dakki was struck with guilt for what she had done. So she had hoisted the man upon her back and dragged him to Dr. Aston's place. The hospital might have been a better fit... but the fellow had enough mechanical parts that perhaps a specialist was in order. But walking all that way with a large unconsious man on your back... it's suspicious. It gets the neighbors whispering. It gets the town talking.
When Dakki arrives at 748 Partridge Drive, she rings the doorbell. And then suddenly it hits her. She stiffens, drops Barricade's body in a heap on the front step, and her one remaining eye glazes over. When or if someone answers?]
Well hello! I'd hate to be a bother, but I think poor Mr. Cade is in need of a house call.
[There's a drone with a torn dress and some residual signs of battle standing next to a badly beaten and unconscious man. They might even both be familiar. What do?]
[Action B - From September 30th to October 7th - Anywhere]
[Dakki won't be out on her usual jogging route, or doing her usual sword practice in the park. At home, she'll be making pancakes, baking casseroles, and spouting inanities. The town had decreed it, and she was among the ranks of the droned. Perhaps some small comfort could be taken in that she was still visibly a CAST, and nothing of hers had vanished... but how long would it last?]
[Action C - October 7th, Afternoon, Mayfield Suburbs]
[One week from the time of the incident... that's a nice round bit of punishment, right? Drone!Dakki is just finishing off a friendly Sunday gossip-and-coffee visit to one of the houses that have nothing but other drones living there, and as she steps down the walk, the veil lifts. It's done. She's herself again.]
W... what the...?
[Last she recalled was being on Dr. Aston's doorstep. This is confusing and strange and no small amount wrong. An upset panic is slowly rising within her as she stands there, tugging at the pearls around her neck and stumbles unsteadily towards the sidewalk. Where is she? When is it?]
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