mayfield_rpg | Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?

[ACTION - A (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[See that six-foot android covered head to toe in some sort of armor, going about his business?]

[He's not wearing green. At all.]

[Try to pinch him. Go on, try it.]

[ACTION - B (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, John Doe Park, Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[That same android now seems to have a couple of drones following him, even hanging on to him, desperately trying to pinch him—on the hard, armored parts of his body. Suffice to say, they're not having much luck—and the android looks a little annoyed as he tries to brush some of the drones off of him.]

What in th' hell are ya'll on about?

[ACTION - C (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Olney's Tavern, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Gat's noticed the sizable amount of patrons heading toward the tavern, both droned and undroned alike. Curious, he's come to the tavern himself, though judging from the way he carries himself and rubs the back of his helmeted head as he scans the tavern ~~in a manner not unlike the Terminator~~, he's a little perplexed.]

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Where I'm from, they can. Photonic equipment that's neutral in element is jus' puttin' out spiritually-infused energy.

Interesting...in my world, neutral isn't really an option unless it's with unenchanted melee weapons, but sol is the default element there; it gets the job done well enough.

Enchanted, y'say ... Well, I reckon you could call it all th' same thing—"soul" bein' th' default element of photonic technology, I mean.

[Gat's misheard what Django said, mistaking "sol" for "soul."]

(And then their conversation continued as if they were talking about the same thing.)

Oh, that makes sense! It's essentially the same thing that powers most things back home. Even my gun is powered by it, but the element of its shots are dependent on its current lens.

Heh, that ain't too surprisin'. Jus' about any technology can be applied to weapons.

[Gat looks up and over at a nearby set of power lines for a moment, his body language thoughtful.]

It's th' same for where I'm from, though; photon reactors are used for everything. It's been one hell of an adjustment livin' in a place that's jus' usin' electricity. An' even then they ain't makin' th' most out of it.

I agree; they could be doing a much better job with their power management. Perhaps this is just one of the many aspects of Mayfield that need improvement.

True ... But I've got my doubts we're livin' in a "real" place.

So you believe in that theory of virtual simulation...I've heard about it. I'm not sure what to make of Mayfield itself, but I believe in making sure everyone gets out of it alive.

It seems th' most likely explanation to me. Th' company I work for uses a lot of VR Space simulations for trainin' an' competitive events, an' th' way this town behaves ain't too far off from what you can do in with virtual reality.

One would think that they could create more interesting places than this with that sort of technology. Perhaps they made it this way on purpose?

Judgin' from th' things I've heard so far, that seems to be th' case. Recreatin' somethin' they lost.

If I were to lose something like this town, I doubt I would want it back.

I'd reckon so, but I'm thinkin' it wasn't always like this.

[Unless what people had found so far was just more misdirection ...]

I'm so used to this town being filled with malice, I can't imagine it as anything else...

I know what you mean.

[Gat rubs the back of his neck in thought.]

I'd sure like to know what led to things bein' this way, if'n this ain't how it's meant to be.

Perhaps it really was "the perfect place to live" at one time, but there are many ways one can defect from their original destination.

[Gat continues to look thoughtful.]

For as much as I've been told about th' town there still ain't much I can say with confidence. Though, th' way th' Mayor an' that Jack Smith fella seem obsessed with makin' us believe they're right in that th' town's a good place to live, while th' Mayor boasts to his posse that he's got us under his thumb—could be that somethin' either caused him to go off his rocker, or he's taken th' "keys to th' city" from someone else.

For all I know about their plans, they could all be at war with each other. It's as if Mayfield's chaos has spread to even their circle.

(He pauses for a moment.)

Now that I think about it, has anyone tried to ask them about that?

Akin' our "civil servants" directly?

[Gat looks off to Django's side, mulling over that for a moment before looking back toward the solar boy.]

Not that I can recall. Judgin' from that letter Dist th' Rose wrote for all th' new folks, anyone who tries approachin' them is liable end up in a bad way.

(There is an obvious look of concern on Django's face when he hears this.)

As in droning? Even if it's a casual conversation?

He's said that they can be "pointlessly cruel" an' are capable of warpin' reality. Won't hesitate to use 'em on whoever catches their fancy.

That, an' one of th' kids livin' with that Jack Smith can outright control folks' minds.

So the entire family is a threat...that's an unnerving thought. Such is to be expected from the town's superiors, I suppose.

That Dist fella thinks th' lil' girl there is th' one who's really in charge of th' town, judgin' from his letter.

[He tilts his head inquisitively.]

Didja ever get a chance to read that letter for yourself?

Honestly, I was never aware of this letter until you spoke of it just now. What I've learned about this town was through experience or word of mouth.

Nobody's offered to give you a copy?

[Gat isn't aware that Dist has stopped circulating the letter.]

Well, I've still got a copy or two at th' house—lil' fella by th' name of Lucas gave us some after we first met 'em.

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