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mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 12:44 pm
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-20 12:44 pm
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✖ anxiety attack: 013 ✖ event: ???? ✖
[339 Brady Lane, morning]
[The residents of Brady Lane might be awoken by sporadic bursts of barking and snarling in the middle of the night, and by morning Mika has reached a rather foul mood. Her poor sleep schedule's bad enough, but with the added stress of the sudden TV and radio noise on top of it has put her on edge.]
Quinn, I'm going out. I need to stock up on a few things, I'll explain when I get back. Raz, stay safe, I don't want you getting hurt and both of you keep an eye on that drone.
[Phone]
[Someone's voice sounds more raw than usual, a low growl constant in her voice.]
The clocks have gone strange, the drones are acting up, and the walls and floors decide to play at being air for a while. Anyone else keeping track of this? It looks like our lovely little cage is starting to have accidents.
I'm going to keep track of the radio, see if I can't make out any of the mutterings, but it's too obnoxiously low right now to tell what they're saying.
[339 Brady Lane, afternoon]
[Something odd is going on at the Hatch house. Aside from occasional bursts of colorful swearing as her supplies fall through the walls and doors, Mika seems to be spending her time vandalizing the house. At least if those seals she seems intent on putting up could even be called that. Anyone coming close can smell sage smoke and there seems to be a lot of red tape on the windows.]
[The residents of Brady Lane might be awoken by sporadic bursts of barking and snarling in the middle of the night, and by morning Mika has reached a rather foul mood. Her poor sleep schedule's bad enough, but with the added stress of the sudden TV and radio noise on top of it has put her on edge.]
Quinn, I'm going out. I need to stock up on a few things, I'll explain when I get back. Raz, stay safe, I don't want you getting hurt and both of you keep an eye on that drone.
[Phone]
[Someone's voice sounds more raw than usual, a low growl constant in her voice.]
The clocks have gone strange, the drones are acting up, and the walls and floors decide to play at being air for a while. Anyone else keeping track of this? It looks like our lovely little cage is starting to have accidents.
I'm going to keep track of the radio, see if I can't make out any of the mutterings, but it's too obnoxiously low right now to tell what they're saying.
[339 Brady Lane, afternoon]
[Something odd is going on at the Hatch house. Aside from occasional bursts of colorful swearing as her supplies fall through the walls and doors, Mika seems to be spending her time vandalizing the house. At least if those seals she seems intent on putting up could even be called that. Anyone coming close can smell sage smoke and there seems to be a lot of red tape on the windows.]
[Phone]
This? Everything deciding to stop being solid and turn ghostly? No, that's new. As of this morning, I think.
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Don't know! Most people are usually more hesitant about it, however.
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Oh! The name's Locke.
[Phone]
Locke, hmm? [She goes quiet for a moment.] You wouldn't happen to know a guy named Edgar, would you?
[Phone]
... Y-yeah. I know him.
[Phone]
Was he a friend of yours?
[Phone]
Yep! The two of us go back a while.
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If you know him and he know-- knew you, then that makes you a friend too.
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