mayfield_rpg | action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

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action; phone (forward dated to Monday!)

{ACTION} Mayfield Elementary; before class
[Despite seeing and hearing some things he didn't want to encounter during the trip into the void, Czeslaw has been attending school without missing a day. Dressed in a white shirt with a tie (fixed to be straight by his drone mother) and jacket but missing his usual hat, Czes makes his way on campus, arriving a little bit early.

He bumps shoulders with people sometimes, uttering a small "sorry" whenever he does. But if he sees a face he recognizes, he looks up with the best smile he could plaster on his face.]

Hi... good morning! How's it going?

{ACTION} Stone Street; afternoon
[Czeslaw received something in the mail after coming home from school. It was just an envelope with a card inside, but what's important to Czes is what is dran on the card. It's a two-panel comic, a simple picture of a human with a wound in the first panel; the human's wound is healed in the second. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before he pales and nearly drops it, turning white and running inside the house.]

{PHONE} filtered to Firo Prochainezo
Firo! Hey Firo, can I talk to you?

[First he calls Firo, because this is the guy he was living with back home. First he's got to call Firo and see if he's still alive and around, and tell him what happened. He already tried to see if the mail wasn't joking, and sure enough it was real. The cut on his lip he bit down on it earlier healed in seconds.]

Not over the phone, though -- I can come to to your house or meet you anywhere, but I need to talk to you!

{ACTION} Nelson Street; nighttime
[Czes was also going to try calling Elmer C. Albatross but instead he runs. He remembers that Elmer lived on Nelson Street, so he runs as fast as he can to that street, hoping he'll find the house. But it's the one with the treehouse, right?

He's running so fast he might crash right into a passerby, saying "Sorry!" and hoping he won't get pulled into a conversation.]

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[He raises an eyebrow at the mumbling, but doesn't comment.]

Vampires? I thought you killed 'em with a wooden stake through the heart.

You can kill vampires in lots of ways. You can shove them into the sunlight, shoot them with a silver bullet, burn them to ashes, and I think they're weak to running water, too?

They're not limited to just one way of death like we are. [Poor vampires.]

I thought silver bullets were for werewolves...

[He scratches his head. Why are they even talking about this? It's all fantasy anyway, isn't it?]

How come you know so much about it?

Oh. Maybe. I read that part since I got here so I might've remembered it wrong.

[He watches Firo scratch his head and pauses before shrugging in response to his question.]

I like knowing things. Besides, I have a lot of time on my hands.

[Get a job, you freeloader.]

It's been a while since I read anything like that so maybe I'm rememberin' it wrong.

[He shrugs.]

So you've been checkin' out the library here? Anything about it seem off to you?

[He does. It's called going to school and not paying attention to a whole lot of the lectures!]

Well, the only stuff I find there are adventure books and fictions. I wanted to read something on history or science but I couldn't find them no matter how much I looked.

Huh. I guess this place really does see you as a kid...

Apparently certain people can only get certain books. The last time I went there, all I could find were books on how to fix up the house and stuff.

I guess so, but it makes sense, right? I mean... I'd make a bad father.

[A really bad father. He makes a face at that.]

I really don't think they care at all about how good you'd be. I mean, look at some a' the people who were roped into bein' "parents" here.

[Including Firo himself, since he immediately got into an argument with one of the "kids" upon coming to Mayfield.]

[Good job Firo.]

Well, I'm still glad I wasn't put as a parent... [he doesn't appreciate the parent he got though.]

Yeah, it's not a picnic, that's for sure. Especially when the "kids" get replaced with drones.

When I first got here, my "mother" and "sister" were both clones. They still are... they're really creepy.

They really are...

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

I'd say you could come over to my place to get away from 'em, but you'd just find more drones there.

At least you've got someone else, right?

Yeah, it's good havin' somebody else who's normal, isn't it?

... Uuum, I guess so.

My "sister" is a nice person.

[He just laughs; he knows Claire can be difficult sometimes.]

Yeah? What's she like?

Well, she's always nice to me and talks to me. She looks scared sometimes, but... I guess that's because of this city.

I think most kids would be scared. A kid named Mindy was tellin' me that there used to be a group who'd take care of 'em, but they're all gone.

Gone? So they all became those drone things?

Yeah. I guess after it all fizzled out nobody bothered to start it up again.

[He tries to smile comfortingly.]

But you don't hafta worry, you've got me and Claire.

[Worry: maximized.]

Huh? No! It's okay! He won't have to worry about me!

He won't.

[He laughs.]

Claire doesn't exactly worry. But he will look after you, I'll make sure.

No! No, it's really okay! He doesn't have to look after me so you tell him that, okay! You should ask him to look after you instead!

[Firo blinks, baffled by how worked up Czes is about this.]

...If you insist. Don't get so worked up about it, he wouldn't mind.

[He chuckles.]

Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Anyway, I don't think I'd need to ask him for that.

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