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mayfield_rpg2012-04-23 03:02 pm
queen_of_swords) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-23 03:02 pm
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Patrol Fourteen | Add Another Candle to the Cake
-1671 Nelson: Locked to Housemates-
[After rushing through the house with hands over her ears the night before and barricading herself in her room over night, Olivier wastes no time in approaching her housemates in the morning.]
Tell me to make breakfast.
[Strange coming from her, sure, but she has to figure out if the effects of the flower wore off or not.]
-Action: Flower Shop-
[Her first order of business at work is to make sure all those strange flowers are gone. They had to be the root of the problem. While she's checking the window display, one of the regular drone customers knocks on the window, earning a glare from her.]
It is open, you don't have to knock on the window.
[The drone laughs and shakes her head.] I just wanted to say happy birthday, Mrs. Coxen.
[It doesn't take long before Olivier realizes most of the drones will be giving her birthday greeting, and she decides to flee to the back of the store.]
-Phone: Filtered to Ilsa-
[She decides that it's best to stick to working in the back, but while she's back there, she remembers that they finally got in the last of Ilsa's requested plants. Maybe she can have some normal conversation without anyone interrupting her with birthday wishes.]
I managed to get a hold of those things on your list.
-Action: Around Town-
[Olivier walks with her head ducked down, trying to avoid making eye contacts with drones, but it seems one calls out to her no matter how fast she walks. Every now and then, she straightens up, knowing her odd behavior will cause comment from those who know her, but it's not long before she's avoiding eye contact and picking up her pace again. She may even be careless enough to bump into people.]
-Action: Underground Base-
[She sits at the head of the conference table with a cup of steaming coffee. Anyone who happens to have made their way to the base for any business may find her sipping said coffee and staring at a broken pocket watch on the table in front of her.]
[ooc: She is lost in thought, and a sword or gun may end up pointed at anyone who tries to sneak up on her.]
[After rushing through the house with hands over her ears the night before and barricading herself in her room over night, Olivier wastes no time in approaching her housemates in the morning.]
Tell me to make breakfast.
[Strange coming from her, sure, but she has to figure out if the effects of the flower wore off or not.]
-Action: Flower Shop-
[Her first order of business at work is to make sure all those strange flowers are gone. They had to be the root of the problem. While she's checking the window display, one of the regular drone customers knocks on the window, earning a glare from her.]
It is open, you don't have to knock on the window.
[The drone laughs and shakes her head.] I just wanted to say happy birthday, Mrs. Coxen.
[It doesn't take long before Olivier realizes most of the drones will be giving her birthday greeting, and she decides to flee to the back of the store.]
-Phone: Filtered to Ilsa-
[She decides that it's best to stick to working in the back, but while she's back there, she remembers that they finally got in the last of Ilsa's requested plants. Maybe she can have some normal conversation without anyone interrupting her with birthday wishes.]
I managed to get a hold of those things on your list.
-Action: Around Town-
[Olivier walks with her head ducked down, trying to avoid making eye contacts with drones, but it seems one calls out to her no matter how fast she walks. Every now and then, she straightens up, knowing her odd behavior will cause comment from those who know her, but it's not long before she's avoiding eye contact and picking up her pace again. She may even be careless enough to bump into people.]
-Action: Underground Base-
[She sits at the head of the conference table with a cup of steaming coffee. Anyone who happens to have made their way to the base for any business may find her sipping said coffee and staring at a broken pocket watch on the table in front of her.]
[ooc: She is lost in thought, and a sword or gun may end up pointed at anyone who tries to sneak up on her.]
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