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mayfield_rpg2012-08-28 08:59 am
glowing_skye) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-28 08:59 am
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~fifty~
[Things in Mayfield have been weird since Ema's return to it.
Much of her free time has been spent experimenting with/taking down empirical data concerning the apparent lack of stability of the town's stasis functions. When the respawn system was destroyed, the death-and-rebirth cycle had been irreparably damaged. There's no reason for her not to hypothesize that something similar is in play here.
The arrival of a certain letter has increased her level of concern, so to the phones she goes.]
[Phone]
This is Ema. Ema Skye. For those of you who don't already know: I'm back. I don't have any of my things from back home, but I have my sense again. It's enough.
[A pause.]
I'm curious what observations everyone has about recent events here, scientifically speaking. That letter especially.
Does anyone who works in the library want to talk about the librarian? I don't really know anything about her except for what's in the letter. If I'm going to seriously consider jumping through a portal to assist her, I feel like I should be better informed as to her current state.
[Action A - around town]
[Seeing as Ema currently had no form of employment, she's spending her day as she's spent most of her days since things in town started becoming strange: camping out in various parts of town and taking notes on what she sees. Already, she has a notebook full.]
[Action B - 462 Stone Street]
[Ema is gathering scientific data on the loss of structural integrity of physical structures around town. While she doesn't have a clear grasp on why the walls sometimes allow objects to pass through them, she's doing her best to at least attempt to establish data on its frequency.
As such, she is currently walking into her front door. Repeatedly.
Sometimes, she passes through. Just as often, however, she ends up hitting it full-force with an unpleasant whack. She just keeps reminding herself that this is for science. Sometimes, science looks silly to an outside party. And sometimes, science hurts.
She seems to have recruited her drone children to help with the experiment. They're walking smack into the door as well, thanks to mommy convincing them that this is a game. Whereas she yelps every time she hits the door, they're giggling.
At least someone's having fun with this.]
Much of her free time has been spent experimenting with/taking down empirical data concerning the apparent lack of stability of the town's stasis functions. When the respawn system was destroyed, the death-and-rebirth cycle had been irreparably damaged. There's no reason for her not to hypothesize that something similar is in play here.
The arrival of a certain letter has increased her level of concern, so to the phones she goes.]
[Phone]
This is Ema. Ema Skye. For those of you who don't already know: I'm back. I don't have any of my things from back home, but I have my sense again. It's enough.
[A pause.]
I'm curious what observations everyone has about recent events here, scientifically speaking. That letter especially.
Does anyone who works in the library want to talk about the librarian? I don't really know anything about her except for what's in the letter. If I'm going to seriously consider jumping through a portal to assist her, I feel like I should be better informed as to her current state.
[Action A - around town]
[Seeing as Ema currently had no form of employment, she's spending her day as she's spent most of her days since things in town started becoming strange: camping out in various parts of town and taking notes on what she sees. Already, she has a notebook full.]
[Action B - 462 Stone Street]
[Ema is gathering scientific data on the loss of structural integrity of physical structures around town. While she doesn't have a clear grasp on why the walls sometimes allow objects to pass through them, she's doing her best to at least attempt to establish data on its frequency.
As such, she is currently walking into her front door. Repeatedly.
Sometimes, she passes through. Just as often, however, she ends up hitting it full-force with an unpleasant whack. She just keeps reminding herself that this is for science. Sometimes, science looks silly to an outside party. And sometimes, science hurts.
She seems to have recruited her drone children to help with the experiment. They're walking smack into the door as well, thanks to mommy convincing them that this is a game. Whereas she yelps every time she hits the door, they're giggling.
At least someone's having fun with this.]
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How is everything with you lately? I don't think I've really asked.
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Wanyudo is gone now.
....My companion from home.
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I'm sorry, Ai.
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Maybe he'll come to his sense again. I did. Twice, now.
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[She's starting to shut down her emotions again.]
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You have to have some faith that the data will come out like you want it to.
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[She doesn't have faith in anything but hate.]