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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Although, she as pretty good at all of that domestic stuff to begin with, so...
[It still pains her to mention her sister, but she smiles and laughs anyway.]
Here's hoping that we get out of this hole soon.
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I guess it's impossible for me to ever be as good, then. Dad just never cooked at all, so I think I'm already better than him.
...Ah -- You have nieces and nephews, Miss Margot?
[He tries to keep his voice light, aware that he was treading on some thin ice.]
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[She brought it up, so she'll keep it together.]
Two nieces, one nephew -- Charlotte, Sebastian, and Winnifred.
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[Lucas laughs a little as he dumps everything into the sink. He would wash up later.]
It's kind of weird, isn't it? Having a fake family... In the end, it almost feels the same way as a real one.
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[At least, not with any other parent watching.]
Yeah... Even having several like I did. You get this routine down, you know? It's sort of nice.
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I mean, unless you get someone horrible.