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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Some other guy gave it a shot too and we're thinking that maybe they're the only buildings that aren't affected by whatever's going on, considering we couldn't get in.
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Not saying that I'm not willing to try it, though.
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[Sam hangs up, picks up the dated gun he'd bought some time ago, and shoves the bobby pin into his pocket before making his way to the dairy.
It'll take some time before he gets there, though.]
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She's already there waiting for Sam, taking a drink from a flask before tucking it away in her jacket. Sometimes, a little liquid courage is needed in these types of situations.]
What took you so long? I thought I was going to have to be a one girl battering ram again.
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[And he went through a lot of things trying to get here, which, let's face it, threw him off a little.]
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It's fine. I've got a bit of the jitters, that's all. Doesn't help hanging around here by myself, you know?
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[She takes a deep breath and flames on, hands covered in fire and balled into fists. She stands by the door, watching and ready.]
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The hell--?
[He takes it out and...well, stares.
It broke.]
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Did it just -- did you break it?
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[It broke. Something is seriously wrong here.]
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Can you fix it?
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Fuck.
[She kicks the door as hard as she can and finishes up with a string of rather colourful curse words, a couple in some old sounding language.
She is at the end of her rope, dammit, and probably looks it, too.]