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mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 07:51 pm
perfectsymmetry) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 07:51 pm
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[Action A: household. Backdated to end of event.]
[Crowe had luckily made it through the crazy carnival world in one piece, thanks to Tachikoma, but he was in pretty poor shape. He barely had anything to eat or drink in the 5 days he was there, on top of the exhaustion of making it from day to day without being eaten by rats or maimed by a house or ride. He wishes he had gotten something for all of his troubles, though. A clue. Some info. Something.
When he gets home that day, he quietly goes to his room and sleeps for about 12 hours. It's hard to convince yourself into getting food when you're this exhausted.]
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[Back on his feet a few days later, Crowe is out on his usual paper delivery rounds when he passes by Dist's house and notices a very conspicuous lack of large robot in the driveway. And also a conspicuously droned Dist watering the lawn and giving Crowe a friendly wave. Uh oh.]
[Phone call, open to all]
Ah. I-I hope everyone is well after... all that. I-If you still need help, speak up on the phones; Mayfield has some healers who can help.
I was wondering if anyone had information they may have learned there they would consider sharing. A-Ah, there was a boy... I'm afraid I never got your name, forgive me. You showed me that flyer that mentioned a-animations. I'd like to make a copy of that, if that's okay with you.
Also, um, I'm not sure who here knew him well, but Dist... He's droned, for good it seems. He was the one who had drafted the pamphlet we hand out to new people here. I've been handing them out for a long time, a-and I like to think I keep decent records, so I'd like to keep that tradition going in his place. If anyone wants to contribute, I-I'd be grateful. If anyone out there would like a copy, please let me know. Just give me your address, and there will be a copy in your mail box tomorrow morning.
Thanks for your help, everyone.
[The phone is set down, but it doesn't hang up. Seems like Crowe might have missed when setting the receiver down. If one is still listening, you might hear him sigh to himself.]
Sometimes I wonder i-if I'm the one who's been here longest now...
[A meow of cat can be heard, and Crowe chuckles softly.] Th-Thanks, Watson. I missed you, too.
[Crowe had luckily made it through the crazy carnival world in one piece, thanks to Tachikoma, but he was in pretty poor shape. He barely had anything to eat or drink in the 5 days he was there, on top of the exhaustion of making it from day to day without being eaten by rats or maimed by a house or ride. He wishes he had gotten something for all of his troubles, though. A clue. Some info. Something.
When he gets home that day, he quietly goes to his room and sleeps for about 12 hours. It's hard to convince yourself into getting food when you're this exhausted.]
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[Back on his feet a few days later, Crowe is out on his usual paper delivery rounds when he passes by Dist's house and notices a very conspicuous lack of large robot in the driveway. And also a conspicuously droned Dist watering the lawn and giving Crowe a friendly wave. Uh oh.]
[Phone call, open to all]
Ah. I-I hope everyone is well after... all that. I-If you still need help, speak up on the phones; Mayfield has some healers who can help.
I was wondering if anyone had information they may have learned there they would consider sharing. A-Ah, there was a boy... I'm afraid I never got your name, forgive me. You showed me that flyer that mentioned a-animations. I'd like to make a copy of that, if that's okay with you.
Also, um, I'm not sure who here knew him well, but Dist... He's droned, for good it seems. He was the one who had drafted the pamphlet we hand out to new people here. I've been handing them out for a long time, a-and I like to think I keep decent records, so I'd like to keep that tradition going in his place. If anyone wants to contribute, I-I'd be grateful. If anyone out there would like a copy, please let me know. Just give me your address, and there will be a copy in your mail box tomorrow morning.
Thanks for your help, everyone.
[The phone is set down, but it doesn't hang up. Seems like Crowe might have missed when setting the receiver down. If one is still listening, you might hear him sigh to himself.]
Sometimes I wonder i-if I'm the one who's been here longest now...
[A meow of cat can be heard, and Crowe chuckles softly.] Th-Thanks, Watson. I missed you, too.
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Ah, that's me! I'm Henry!
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[Phone call, open to all]
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Household
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H-Hi Zidane. I-I'm sorry i didn't check on you. Did you make it back okay....?
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...Looks like you need some rest, after all that's happened.
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At least it's over, though. [Because that was....really frightening. Even though Zidane was one of the ones less badly-affected by it]
Phone ☆
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[ Mister... ]
A Pamphlet? I don't remember ever getting one of those when I arrived!
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I have copies of his old and new letter, which I'll continue to hand out copies of, too.
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