mayfield_rpg | Of Dronings and Post Offices

[1 - 754 Partridge]

[Just another day. Get up, go get dressed and showered, make breakfast for himself, realize Ian is gone... wait, Ian is droned. Damnit!]

Well there goes the pirate ship. Pity, I was actually kind of hoping not to mow the lawn because of that.

[Date wondered just what kind of other surprises this place had for him once he was grabbing the coffee pot and beginning to bang around the kitchen. Noisily, just to drive attention up.]

[2 - Hospital]

[Anyone could find him, working hard at his job. He knew that he enjoyed his work but if he had to deal with Mr. Fredrick's bum knee once more, he'd probably have to shoot himself. But it wasn't bad to be all honest, it was good honest work. Maybe bother him while he's in between patients?]

[3 - Anywhere in Town/Post Office]

[Date's trails had brought him towards the post office again. Why couldn't he get his mind off picking up something for his defence? A birth blaster or a buckle. Something. And yet he really didn't want to lose anything like everyone was warning him about... but it was tempting. Like a lure really.]

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Real body horror stuff, like you'd see out of American horror films. Like swapping arms and legs and making people clear.

O-oh...

[Suddenly Henry's not feeling all to confident about surviving this town. Confidence boost is needed.]

Hey, it's okay. Stick with people, find others to rely on, you'll do fine. This place gives us plenty of downtime to mentally prepare for this craziness.

R-right I'll be sure to do that.

[Children in Mayfield people. That's always a good thing, right?]

[Well it beats the alternative.]

No problem. [Drinking the last of his coffee and crunching down his toast, he dusted his hands off.] All right, lets get you to school.

[The alternative being?

But Henry nods picking up his bag and going outside to the car. Oh by the way Henry's going to keep asking questions on the car ride. He probably won't be quiet.]

[That's fine with Date as he piles into the old fashioned car.] I need to trade this one up for one of those old style sports cars.

[Sitting down in the passenger seat, Henry stares at the old car.]

It's nothing like Emma's bug.

[More questions now.]

So where are you from?

I'm from Japan, Shinjuku born and raised. Got my doctorate at Tokyo U for medicine, and then I went traveling across the world with friends, helping people.

[Pulling out, he signaled into traffic and headed for the school.] I've been known as the Combat Doctor since I get into a lot of dangerous scenarios back home.

[Japan huh? Henry's probably heard about in geography so he nods along.]

What kind of dangerous scenarios?

[Curious Henry is curious.]

Warzones mostly, and dangerous areas torn up by warlords. Africa, Middle East, some parts of Afghanistan and other major trouble spots.

[Henry frowns not looking to happy about that stuff.]

That sounds evil, what those people do.

It can be yeah. Sometimes it's people fighting for independence, sometimes it's people fighting oppression. People are always fighting, so that's why doctors are needed.

[Well looks like they're at the school.]

Thanks for the ride. I'll...see you later.

[He gets out and with a small wave he leaves.]

All right, see you later tonight.

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