mayfield_rpg | ゜ﾟ*❀*ﾟ゜ One

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゜ﾟ❀ﾟ゜ One

.: at 1485 Kramden Road :.

[It would have been a peaceful and uneventful Mayfield morning, given the mild chaos of the past few days, were it not for the loud clanging of pots and pans accidentally crashing onto the floor. A complete accident. Honest. The kitchen itself is not a disaster zone at this point, but it's well on its way to becoming one, courtesy of a young girl who's far too used to using magic at this point to do without it now while making breakfast.

There's anger, confusion, and a slight fear. But most of all, there's hunger.]

All of this would be a world easier if I could just get my wand back!

.: Downtown Mayfield :.

[There's a girl on a ~~borrowed~~ ~~stolen~~ ~~just for a little bit really~~ bike stopping every once in a while to squint at the shops for any familiar faces, or even any trace of magic. Please excuse her if she crashes into you.]

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Yes! Yes, quite. I'm sorry, I was just distracted. [She rights her bike, stepping off it to let out a shaky breath.]

You have every right to mock me for this, but this isn't England, is it?

[Jenny is clearly just as British as Lily shakes her head.]

It's supposed to be somewhere in America. In the 1950's to be exact. Did you just arrive?

Merlin's beard, they sent me back! [She'll learn (a bit later) that she's only twenty years in the past, but it's disturbing all the same] I could work with this being another continent altogether, but this is the past!

[She gives the girl a good once over before nodding.]

You need tea, and we can't talk here.

[She gives a few glances around, looking at the drone littered street.]

Yes. Tea would be a good idea. [Because there's nothing a good cup of tea can't fix, even unexpected time traveling. She promptly quiets as she notes the too ordinary bystanders, apparently undisturbed by this time catastrophe.]

We'll drink at my house.

[She starts in the direction of her house, assuming the young woman will follow.]

[Wheeling the bicycle beside her, Lily feels the absence of her wand more than ever, especially around these smiling, clueless faces. They look so innocent, but she shied from maintaining eye contact, hurrying her steps away from the shops.]

I don't think I introduced myself properly. It's Lily Evans.

[Jenny pauses and looks back at the girl.]

Jenny Sparks. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise, miss Sparks. I wish it had been under less confusing circumstances are these people really looking at us?

[Jenny puts a finger to her lips.]

Yes, they're watching us.

[Her tone is hushed. She's gone to a lot of trouble not to get noticed in this place.]

[The squeaking of the bicycle wheels suddenly sounds too loud in her ears, despite the noise all around them.]

Your house must be lovely. [And she promptly kicks herself for that, but one's chat options are limited when all they want is an explanation.]

Oh, breathtaking. My husband helps out a lot though.

[It's not Lily's imagination. The word husband is more of a growl.]

How lucky for you. [She bows her head, hiding a smile forming at the corner of her lips.] More men around here should be like that, right?

Well, we Brits are more forward thinkers then these Americans.

[She smirks at being allowed to let that insult slip.]

But they're just so... friendly. And enthusiastic. [It's a relief when they're leaving the shops behind into the familiarity of houses, near identical to the one she's woken up in.]

I don't think I'm missing home at all. [There is the occasional man watering his lawn, and she wonders if it's safe enough.]

Yeah, it's pretty hard to miss home when you're here.

[She unlocks the door to her house and offers Lily to come inside.]

[Her light adjusts to the dimness inside rather quickly, even if she's still catching up to everything else.] Is everyone in this town under a curse?

That would actually be preferable. You're in a place called Mayfield and as far as anyone's been able to discern it's created and run by some little brat called Lucy Smith.

[She waves her hand as if anticipating what Lily's next thought is.]

Don't bother trying to attack her directly. She's got full control over the whole damn place. You don't play her game and you end up like one of them. Most people call them drones. I prefer Stepfords, since apparently some of them were real people once.

[She pauses partway to the kitchen.]

Oh, and don't drink the milk, it's apparently poisoned.

[It's too much to sink in at first, and Lily's brows furrow at the mention of the once-humanity of these people.]

It's like war, only without anyone fighting back.

[When Jenny returns she places a cup of tea and the sugar bowl on the table, the other is in her own hands.]

No one ever said we weren't fighting back. Just subtly.

[She cups the warmed ceramic in her hands, concentrating at the heat as if it could bring back her lost magic.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Everyone here must have been going through so much, already.

[Jenny shakes her head, sipping her own mug.]

Trust me, I'm the person you'd offend the least with that. So what are your plans, now that you know what's going on?

[What are her plans, indeed? Lily realizes the gravity of the matter for the first time. She hardly knows a soul here, and she's already jumping to conclusion.]

I want to help, even if I'm inadequate. I don't know exactly what I'm up against, but it wouldn't feel right just to stand by and do nothing.

Then you'll need this.

[She reaches into her hiding spot and pulls out the letter Cade gave her.]

I'll need it back though.

[Lily's brows furrow at the introduction. A while. She's quick to blush at being knocked down a peg or two, admonished by the letter.]

...I'm not going to hinder anyone. I can promise as much.

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Funny, I use the same person for Lily's PB

There needs to be more green eyed redheads in this world

There really does. By the way, you're an enabler. Without being one.

I REGRET NOTHING (whatever it is)!

Let's just say you may be getting a Sirius and a Remus this app cycle.

Everything is beautiful and NOTHING hurts ;A;

Sirius is apped and Remus might be next app cycle.

I'm in love with your Sirius's icon set. I can't wait!

He's actually one of my mains. Though he and Remus come as a matched set. There will be awkwardness

Awkwardness is delicious. I've been stalking a little bit.

Oh god! So you've seen our awful logs on bakerstreet?

Personal museboxes, actually! But now I'm going to have to go look

I didn't know we had anything in our museboxes. >< iwannaimyounow

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