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mayfield_rpg2012-07-10 10:15 pm
noluckduck) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-10 10:15 pm
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017 ❖ And I continue to be 100% normal
[Action: Stone Street (housemates, anybody passing by)]
[When Clover wakes up, she doesn't immediately notice anything different. Whether that's due to ordinary morning grogginess or what she went through on the other side of the Carnival, well, even she couldn't tell you.
But after she's had some time to wake up (and get her thoughts sorted out a little; this is going to be the weirdest fucking phone call, wow, but she has to ask), she finally sees something new outside. Something that makes her quite happy, in fact.]
Oh hell yeah! [She's running outside as she grins and laughs, coming to a stop at a small shack now sitting in the front yard. It looks a lot like it was put together by a sole person in an afternoon or two with a hammer and nails, but it's making Clover absolutely elated. She opens the door, steps inside, and...
Her grin dies when she sees the shack is completely empty.] Wow, sonsabitches.
[... No, wait. There's something there on the grass-- on the floor! It's her toolbox!] Oh, yeah! I knew this couldn't be all of it! [She hurriedly opens the box, and...
Yeah there's nothing there either. This comes as a surprise to nobody at all.]
[Phone]
[Ok, she's kicked a stone or two and let off some steam. Can't put this off any longer, right? She just has to... phrase it carefully. Really carefully.]
That better have taught you guys not to just go and wander off into a creepy fuckin' horror movie carnival.
But, uh, that's not really why I'm callin'. It's just... a weird thought, y'know? I figure there's enough weirdos in this place that I'll get an answer or two, at least.
Has anybody ever felt like... like they know exactly how it feels to die? I mean, those of ya who haven't actually died before. I bet there's a lot of ya here, but I'm askin' people who're pretty sure they've never died before.
Just, uh...
Just a thing I was wonderin'. For no real reason, y'know?
Yup.
[filtered to Nadeko; a little later]
Hey, let's hang out. Got a place ya like bein' at?
[Clover sounds like she's kind of in a hurry. Huh.]
[When Clover wakes up, she doesn't immediately notice anything different. Whether that's due to ordinary morning grogginess or what she went through on the other side of the Carnival, well, even she couldn't tell you.
But after she's had some time to wake up (and get her thoughts sorted out a little; this is going to be the weirdest fucking phone call, wow, but she has to ask), she finally sees something new outside. Something that makes her quite happy, in fact.]
Oh hell yeah! [She's running outside as she grins and laughs, coming to a stop at a small shack now sitting in the front yard. It looks a lot like it was put together by a sole person in an afternoon or two with a hammer and nails, but it's making Clover absolutely elated. She opens the door, steps inside, and...
Her grin dies when she sees the shack is completely empty.] Wow, sonsabitches.
[... No, wait. There's something there on the grass-- on the floor! It's her toolbox!] Oh, yeah! I knew this couldn't be all of it! [She hurriedly opens the box, and...
Yeah there's nothing there either. This comes as a surprise to nobody at all.]
[Phone]
[Ok, she's kicked a stone or two and let off some steam. Can't put this off any longer, right? She just has to... phrase it carefully. Really carefully.]
That better have taught you guys not to just go and wander off into a creepy fuckin' horror movie carnival.
But, uh, that's not really why I'm callin'. It's just... a weird thought, y'know? I figure there's enough weirdos in this place that I'll get an answer or two, at least.
Has anybody ever felt like... like they know exactly how it feels to die? I mean, those of ya who haven't actually died before. I bet there's a lot of ya here, but I'm askin' people who're pretty sure they've never died before.
Just, uh...
Just a thing I was wonderin'. For no real reason, y'know?
Yup.
[filtered to Nadeko; a little later]
Hey, let's hang out. Got a place ya like bein' at?
[Clover sounds like she's kind of in a hurry. Huh.]
[Phone]
[Phone] That awkward moment when you're talking to a kid without genitals. 8|a
...But...
[Wait what-]
i do not have...
[WHAT WHAT WHAT-]
OH GOD IT'S ANIMATED
IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE IT DO THAT I'M SO PROUD-
The short of it is an extra-dimensional being of unknown origin. Including to myself, unfortunately.
[Hnnn...]
However, perhaps, if it is not too much, we could assist each other. Mayfield seems to be unwilling to part with cookware and goods for myself now that the home is filled with drones. Evidently the mother figure here purchases the groceries before I can even consider it, which is an alarming feat... As such I am quickly told I have nothing to worry about concerning the kitchen even when attempting to purchase my own supplies under the pretense that it is for her.
However, I would imagine that I am perfectly able to enter the hardware store and leave with purchased goods; perhaps, by simply accompanying you, you would be able to buy what is needed.
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No! I'm not buyin' frying pans for ya and ya sure as fuck ain't gettin' me stuff I should be gettin' myself!
[Only as a matter of pride, of course. Ordinarily, things would be different.]
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That is not what I meant- by mere association, the store drones would assume, correct? Therefore, if I merely stood, you would be able to make the purchases with ease.
Also, I did not mean to imply it as a trade; I was merely stating that the limitations, while different, applied both ways. I was not asking for you to do the same for me.
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[Beat.]
In fact, they will likely find myself the one who is a fool, since I would have apparently 'forgotten' my wallet, conveniently enough. [Ohoho...]
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I'll think about it.
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[Anyways.] If you decide to try, you will call, correct?
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Goodbye then. [If you have nothing else to say, the phone will click!]