Margot Sullivan [OC] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 08:38 am
allwehad) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 08:38 am
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[A] Action: Dairy]
[Margot has definitely been tipped off that something is up during the early hours of the morning when the tv had gone on the fritz, waking her up from a booze induced coma on the couch.
It’s only amplified when, later, she tries to go out the backdoor to have a pre-breakfast cigarette and manages to pass through the door. She plays with this for a moment (in-out-in-out) before it becomes solid again, ramming her face rather painfully into the wood and feeling like a fool.
It gives her an idea, though.
For most of the morning, she listens in to the phone network, confirming that other strange things are happening (and, really, all she has to do is look outside at the drones to know). Before noon, after she’s taken a trip to the floor through one of the kitchen chairs, she works up the nerve to head out and towards the dairy, willing to try something.
It’s Dist’s words that urge her on -- things are falling apart. Time to act. She feels good about this, pumped. She can do it.
The dairy door is in sight, she keeps striding purposefully forward, almost there and...
BAM!
She bounces unceremoniously off the door and lands flat on her ass, rubbing her forehead.
Okay. It only worked part of the time with the door at home and then randomly with the chair, maybe it just needs a bit? She gives it a few more minutes and then tries again, but this time more cautiously.
Same thing. Solid as a rock.
She can be found at this for the next several hours with absolutely no success whatsoever. Gold stars for trying?]
[B] Phone]
Has anyone else tried going through the walls of the dairy or city hall or the post office? It seems like things are -- are flickering. Like something is wrong with the illusion?
I tried myself, but had no luck. Maybe someone else will get it.
[And yes, someone does sound bitter about this.]
[Margot has definitely been tipped off that something is up during the early hours of the morning when the tv had gone on the fritz, waking her up from a booze induced coma on the couch.
It’s only amplified when, later, she tries to go out the backdoor to have a pre-breakfast cigarette and manages to pass through the door. She plays with this for a moment (in-out-in-out) before it becomes solid again, ramming her face rather painfully into the wood and feeling like a fool.
It gives her an idea, though.
For most of the morning, she listens in to the phone network, confirming that other strange things are happening (and, really, all she has to do is look outside at the drones to know). Before noon, after she’s taken a trip to the floor through one of the kitchen chairs, she works up the nerve to head out and towards the dairy, willing to try something.
It’s Dist’s words that urge her on -- things are falling apart. Time to act. She feels good about this, pumped. She can do it.
The dairy door is in sight, she keeps striding purposefully forward, almost there and...
BAM!
She bounces unceremoniously off the door and lands flat on her ass, rubbing her forehead.
Okay. It only worked part of the time with the door at home and then randomly with the chair, maybe it just needs a bit? She gives it a few more minutes and then tries again, but this time more cautiously.
Same thing. Solid as a rock.
She can be found at this for the next several hours with absolutely no success whatsoever. Gold stars for trying?]
[B] Phone]
Has anyone else tried going through the walls of the dairy or city hall or the post office? It seems like things are -- are flickering. Like something is wrong with the illusion?
I tried myself, but had no luck. Maybe someone else will get it.
[And yes, someone does sound bitter about this.]
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And... what is the name of your world?
[That might tell him more. Though he doubts it.]
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It's on Usueth.
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[He looks at her.]
Never heard of it.
[But this is from the man who 'deleted' that the Earth goes around the sun.]
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[She shrugs.]
I'd be more surprised if you had.
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[Never have.]
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[Because she thinks he's a jerk. An interesting jerk, but a jerk nonetheless.]
But if you find something else out, you'll keep me in the loop, yeah?
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[Well he is... and if she said so, he wouldn't disagree.]
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I always work alone.
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Alright. Fine. Have fun with that, then.
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It's nothing personal against you. It is simply how I function.
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[That's her best insult for the day. /sob]
Whatever. I've got more important things to do today then waste my time here.
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[What? Sherlock is honest.]
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Some recovery time would be better.
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Recovery. Recovery is boring - unless you're practically dead.
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You know. Useful recovery.
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[So much for the man who works alone.]
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...Yeah, sure. I'll keep you informed.
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[With a nod of his head and a sharp turn - that's missing that lovely swish of his coat that he can't seem to find, but can't be bothered to request - he goes.]