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mayfield_rpg2012-04-25 03:13 am
spitefulvitae) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-04-25 03:13 am
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03 - Kill Them With Kindness
[Action A - 2240 Stevens Road, early evening]
[It's a little late in the evening for someone to be baking, isn't it? But someone's baking. All the kitchen windows are open to let the heat out, and thus let the delicious smells out, too. While there are no pies cooling on the windowsill, they are cooling all along the counter. And there are plates full of sugary-sweet squares, and even a stack of cupcakes.
What the hell else are you supposed to do with your time when no one's out at night, you don't trust anyone, and you got a letter in the mail informing you not only of your membership in the Mayfield Ladies Club, but of your obligation to go visit some people and help with their problems. Normally she'd have nothing to do with it but... apparently this was her job and you had to do your job. Or else. So she was going to make the damned finest treats she could, and then shove them in their stupid faces.
Neighbors and passers-by, feel free to pester.]
[Action B - Around Mayfield, evening]
[Are you new? Are you upset? Did you just suddenly have a case of the munchies? Whatever the case... good for you! There's a knock on your door, and when you open it, there stands a vaguely corpse-like lady with a too-wide smile and the reek of rose perfume upon her, holding a pie. Or a container full of squares. Or some such.]
Hello! Is the lady of the house in?
[It's a little late in the evening for someone to be baking, isn't it? But someone's baking. All the kitchen windows are open to let the heat out, and thus let the delicious smells out, too. While there are no pies cooling on the windowsill, they are cooling all along the counter. And there are plates full of sugary-sweet squares, and even a stack of cupcakes.
What the hell else are you supposed to do with your time when no one's out at night, you don't trust anyone, and you got a letter in the mail informing you not only of your membership in the Mayfield Ladies Club, but of your obligation to go visit some people and help with their problems. Normally she'd have nothing to do with it but... apparently this was her job and you had to do your job. Or else. So she was going to make the damned finest treats she could, and then shove them in their stupid faces.
Neighbors and passers-by, feel free to pester.]
[Action B - Around Mayfield, evening]
[Are you new? Are you upset? Did you just suddenly have a case of the munchies? Whatever the case... good for you! There's a knock on your door, and when you open it, there stands a vaguely corpse-like lady with a too-wide smile and the reek of rose perfume upon her, holding a pie. Or a container full of squares. Or some such.]
Hello! Is the lady of the house in?