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mayfield_rpg2012-09-14 08:41 pm
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event: don't you forget about me
[For those of you venturing into Mayfield's library today, you can find the head librarian hard at work at the front desk or shelving books. Most people who try to approach her will simply get a stern look and a reminder to keep their voices down.
If you happen to have something of hers though, you may get quite a different reaction...]
[OOC: This post is locked to characters who have a memento. Please do not reply if you don't have one. For those who do, you can go ahead and respond in any order; however, day 7's memento will be chronologically the last one she'll see.]
If you happen to have something of hers though, you may get quite a different reaction...]
[OOC: This post is locked to characters who have a memento. Please do not reply if you don't have one. For those who do, you can go ahead and respond in any order; however, day 7's memento will be chronologically the last one she'll see.]
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We know, actually. They put us in different bodies when we got here. It was... frightening.
But why would they do that to you?
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What can you do that's so dangerous to them?
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What, you think Mayfield got this good on its own? Dr. Zemekis might have created this place, but it was way glitchy when we first got here. I helped fix it up.
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So they locked you in a new body, and made you forget.
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Maybe?
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Or I could. [She wrings her hands anxiously, hunching her shoulders.] But...everything I knew about how this place worked, he buried even deeper than my memories. I don't - I don't think he erased them, he can't do that, but it's like trying to see through fog, and...and I can feel him watching me, every second I'm here, making sure I can never come back....
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That's something, isn't it?
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[She clutches her head and gasps, shuddering for a second before her face goes blank and placid.]
What are you boys still doing here? The library is closing.
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I think it's done. Come on. Let's... get out of here.