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mayfield_rpg2012-07-13 02:02 pm
truffulacide) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-13 02:02 pm
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A. [ACTION: 917 BILKO BOULEVARD]
[well. that was some adventure, wasn’t it? and to think, he could have stayed inside watching TV or picking up a new hobby. stamp collecting, maybe. fortunately now that the carnival is gone, Once-ler can catch up on the many exciting activities he missed while trapped in a horrible nightmare dimension devoid of food and water; he’s got a hermit quota to meet that isn’t going to fill itself. this afternoon, he’s in the kitchen fumbling with a jar of mustard, inches away from whacking the stupid thing against the wall because darnit, what kind of self-respecting sandwich doesn’t have mustard, when he hears a soft thump at the door. at first, he’s quick to brush it aside until he remembers that the mail is usually delivered at this time of the day. mostly, it’s always stupid, inconsequential stuff that he’d sooner pitch than open – fliers from the neighborhood committee, invitations to drone-hosted cookouts, water bills, etc. – with the exception of occasional surprises every now and then. the electric guitar propped against the wall in the living room is proof of that. if it happened once, it could happen again, couldn’t it?
as it turns out, it could. there’s a small box sitting on his doorstep, and he doesn’t even bother to bring it inside. plopping down with his legs splayed between the box like a kid on Christmas, he picks it up and gives it a good shake before tearing into it.]
…Huh.
[he supposes he should be a little disappointed when he feels his fingers rub against familiar soft, fuzzy fabric, but he doesn’t. he stares at it for a good minute and a half before gingerly pulling the Thneed out of the box, inhaling the sweet scent that immediately fills the air around him. not disappointed, then; would guilt be more natural? maybe. the emotion fluttering in his chest definitely isn’t a wholly positive one, but at the same time, it’s not entirely unpleasant either. hesitantly, he hugs the Thneed closer and rubs his cheek against it, inhaling that pleasant, butterfly milky smell he’s come to miss. it’s not the same as coming home, but it’s close enough.
he’s about to go back inside when something else catches his eye – something metallic and shiny and very, very big – in the driveway. he takes a few proper steps outside aaaand cue the loudest yelp EVER.
how the heck is he going to explain THIS to the neighbors?]
B. [ACTION: DOWNTOWN MAYFIELD]
[it’s not like he can send the Super Axe Hacker back in the mail – and even if he could, he’d probably have to start selling organs to afford the proper shipping – so he might as well make do with what he has. unfortunately, he’s going to need more tools to maintain its upkeep, so it’s to the hardware store Once-ler goes. he’s not too happy about it as you can plainly see, and the weather’s just making everything worse. it’s like this stupid place has two suns. how’s he possibly going to keep cool?
…oh, wait. duh.
A Thneed works well as a hood, but it makes an even better umbrella. you’ll see Once-ler holding one as he goes about his shopping today, bags in one hand and…bright pink, fuzzy parasol in the other. at least he looks a little happier.]
C. [PHONE]
So, um. Everyone is alive, right? For the most part? Just so you know, even if you’re missing an arm or leg or a couple fingers, I still count that as being more-or-less okay ‘cause at least you’re still breathing. Y’know what’s more important than fingers and toes? Lungs.
[oh wow. see, there’s a reason he never talks on the phone. he takes a deep breath to level his voice and continues.]
Since we never did find Rick Grey, I’m gonna date myself for a bit here and assume that the “other place” he talked about being in wasn’t the “other” Mayfield. And if he was there at any point, he’s long gone now. I don’t think I need to explain what I mean to the people who were around by the…the last day.
I guess…I just want to know what to do now. Did we even learn anything from what happened? Anything at all that could actually be considered helpful? I mean, if anyone was ever really, really curious about what the last sound you hear before your eardrums explode is, I guess I can answer that. I'm already a stockpile of worthless information as it is.
[pause.]
…It’s a crackly kind of popping. Then, nothing.
[well. that was some adventure, wasn’t it? and to think, he could have stayed inside watching TV or picking up a new hobby. stamp collecting, maybe. fortunately now that the carnival is gone, Once-ler can catch up on the many exciting activities he missed while trapped in a horrible nightmare dimension devoid of food and water; he’s got a hermit quota to meet that isn’t going to fill itself. this afternoon, he’s in the kitchen fumbling with a jar of mustard, inches away from whacking the stupid thing against the wall because darnit, what kind of self-respecting sandwich doesn’t have mustard, when he hears a soft thump at the door. at first, he’s quick to brush it aside until he remembers that the mail is usually delivered at this time of the day. mostly, it’s always stupid, inconsequential stuff that he’d sooner pitch than open – fliers from the neighborhood committee, invitations to drone-hosted cookouts, water bills, etc. – with the exception of occasional surprises every now and then. the electric guitar propped against the wall in the living room is proof of that. if it happened once, it could happen again, couldn’t it?
as it turns out, it could. there’s a small box sitting on his doorstep, and he doesn’t even bother to bring it inside. plopping down with his legs splayed between the box like a kid on Christmas, he picks it up and gives it a good shake before tearing into it.]
…Huh.
[he supposes he should be a little disappointed when he feels his fingers rub against familiar soft, fuzzy fabric, but he doesn’t. he stares at it for a good minute and a half before gingerly pulling the Thneed out of the box, inhaling the sweet scent that immediately fills the air around him. not disappointed, then; would guilt be more natural? maybe. the emotion fluttering in his chest definitely isn’t a wholly positive one, but at the same time, it’s not entirely unpleasant either. hesitantly, he hugs the Thneed closer and rubs his cheek against it, inhaling that pleasant, butterfly milky smell he’s come to miss. it’s not the same as coming home, but it’s close enough.
he’s about to go back inside when something else catches his eye – something metallic and shiny and very, very big – in the driveway. he takes a few proper steps outside aaaand cue the loudest yelp EVER.
how the heck is he going to explain THIS to the neighbors?]
B. [ACTION: DOWNTOWN MAYFIELD]
[it’s not like he can send the Super Axe Hacker back in the mail – and even if he could, he’d probably have to start selling organs to afford the proper shipping – so he might as well make do with what he has. unfortunately, he’s going to need more tools to maintain its upkeep, so it’s to the hardware store Once-ler goes. he’s not too happy about it as you can plainly see, and the weather’s just making everything worse. it’s like this stupid place has two suns. how’s he possibly going to keep cool?
…oh, wait. duh.
A Thneed works well as a hood, but it makes an even better umbrella. you’ll see Once-ler holding one as he goes about his shopping today, bags in one hand and…bright pink, fuzzy parasol in the other. at least he looks a little happier.]
C. [PHONE]
So, um. Everyone is alive, right? For the most part? Just so you know, even if you’re missing an arm or leg or a couple fingers, I still count that as being more-or-less okay ‘cause at least you’re still breathing. Y’know what’s more important than fingers and toes? Lungs.
[oh wow. see, there’s a reason he never talks on the phone. he takes a deep breath to level his voice and continues.]
Since we never did find Rick Grey, I’m gonna date myself for a bit here and assume that the “other place” he talked about being in wasn’t the “other” Mayfield. And if he was there at any point, he’s long gone now. I don’t think I need to explain what I mean to the people who were around by the…the last day.
I guess…I just want to know what to do now. Did we even learn anything from what happened? Anything at all that could actually be considered helpful? I mean, if anyone was ever really, really curious about what the last sound you hear before your eardrums explode is, I guess I can answer that. I'm already a stockpile of worthless information as it is.
[pause.]
…It’s a crackly kind of popping. Then, nothing.
Bilko
...Well you sure are prepared for the next zombie attack.
1/3
Assuming the zombies are considerate enough to stand in a neat line, I suppose s-
2/3
3/3
[and notice how he's taking a few steps back towards the machine, staring at her like she spontaneously grew an extra set of eyes.]
no subject
What are you even talking about?
[...Hang on]
Do you think I'm a zombie? Because I thought I'd already cleared up the vampire thing. You can't be both, it doesn't work that way.
A
So the boy is walking to the Ler's house when....
What the heck is this monstrosity outside Once-ler's place? The yelp catches his attention and see's Once-ler out on the porch.]
Once-ler! What is this thing?!
no subject
[a little too loud to be subtle, but screw that. he jogs over to the boy and, without thinking, wraps his arms around him and lifts him up in a sort of bear hug.]
You got out! And you still have two arms, both eyes, and - [he glances down quickly.] ...All ten fingers! Neat.
no subject
Y-yeah I made it out fine. C-can you put me down? You're crushing me.
[Even bean poles can be pretty strong.]
no subject
Eheheh. Force of habit, sorry. [down you go!] Be grateful; if I tried that a few days ago, I'd probably end up with my spine broken in two. We were all a little close to falling apart back then.
no subject
Well, some of us wouldn't have been falling apart if they took the food offered to them. [Yes Oncey, he remembers.]
Anyways, what is this thing? Are you going to use it to break into the mayor's office?
[phone]
[phone]
[phone]
... Did ya get out fine?
[phone]
[Rin pauses.]
I wasn't sure if I was going to show it around, because it's not much of a clue, but if you want to see it, I'll come over. It's the least I can do. ♪
[phone]
That'd be nice, not gonna lie. You found more than I did; I'm still waiting for my complimentary "I Was Trapped In a Killer Carnival and All I Found Was This Lousy T-Shirt!" shirt. Kind of a rip-off if you ask me.
[phone]
Maybe no one had come up with that slogan by the 50's. ♪
[phone]
What can I say? I'm a trendsetter.
[phone]
[How little she knows. She's just teasing though.]
[phone]
...I mean, that was part of the creative process, but there was more to it than that.
[phone]
[how do you become a millionare when you're a hermit?! First impressions. They are strong.]
I-I guess that kind of thing is hard to tell when you're in Mayfield... ♪
[phone]
Well, to be fair, there's no way you could've known. And technically, I'm not one anymore. Haven't been for a while, actually.
[phone]
Well, are you busy now? ♪
A
... Okay, what am I looking at here?
no subject
no subject
so let's make this worse.] So, is that what you, you know... used? [y'know, for your genocide!]
A
...good gracious. What on earth is that?
no subject
It's extremely colorful, again, extremely.
no subject
[he may not be proud of it, but darnit, he made that. it deserves recognition, not for being an awful death machine, but for design! the elegance! the innovation! the...the colors!]
no subject
What on earth is what? I don't see anything.
[he cups his hands around his mouth and yells across the street at a drone man watering his lawn.]
Do YOU see anything?!
[a blank, polite smile is his response.]
That's exactly what I thought.
no subject
[She goes up to the machine and raps her knuckles on it.] Now, you wouldn't mind telling me what this completely solid and corporeal object happens to be, would you?
A
[ oh god where is she and what is this thing?
She's been walking around town all morning
She is really that lostand she's seen some crap but a thing like this is bound to stick out like a sore thumb. What does it even do?!Yukko stands there with the most shellshocked expression possible. Then she turns to the guy standing off to the side and -- ]
no subject
[ Because this definitely sticks out far more than the big orange ball with tractor wheels, yellow stripes and about a gazillion axes. ]
no subject
[he turns around properly to see her and...wow. hi there, tiny girl, how you doin'. he blinks a couple times, rapidly.]
...I'm not that tall. You're just really short.
... and about a week later. Sob.
[ Says the girl who looks like a ten year old boy.
Now Yukko just crosses her arms. She tries to look unimpressed with this intimidating-looking car. Because she assumes it must be a car. ]
And this thing has too many axes. How the heck can you drive this thing without hurting anyone?!
[Phone] Just for information, how old is the Once-ler? c:
Now he thinks there might be Others here.]
[Phone] 22! hard to believe, huh
[loooong pause as he looks over at the calender.]
...Sorry, strike that - the last two weeks. I'm still trying to figure out how that works.
:C Really hard to believe. It's like reverse anime-age
no subject
I-I mean, um. Wait! When did your eardrums explode?! Do you need any healing?
no subject
- Oh! No no no no! I've got that taken care of. I mean, obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be able to talk to you right now.
no subject
A-Ah, I guess that's right. You should be more careful, Mr. Once-ler.
I wanted to say, too... I think someone did hear Richard Grey while we were there. Do you know a boy named Henry?
no subject
[oh no you didn't.]
I am careful; if anything I only went along to make sure that other, less-careful people didn't get eaten alive. You just caught me on an off-week.
Yeah, I know Henry. Did something happen to him?
no subject
It sounds like it was a memory, replaying something Richard Grey had said to another resident of the town once.
A
[yeah guess who's just
climbing on up there]
A. Action
...I think I should stop walking down this street from now on.