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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...Just how many people do you think you're gonna piss off?

... Um.

I'll try not to upset anyone.

But in my experience not everyone likes kids.

You got a point.

[He slumps forward, looping his arms around the chains of the swing to hold on. There was a kid who was telling him all about that, and how the few children in Mayfield had had to band together to take care of each other.]

Have you run into a lotta people like that here?

Mmm. Not really. I don't go outside a whole too lot when I'm not at school.

I mean... the people here, if they're not like us, are kinda weird aren't they?

What do you mean?

["Not like us" could mean a lot of things: not from their world, not immortal. Firo doesn't feel like being in the latter category makes someone that weird.]

Well, people like the mother and sister living in my house, you know? The people who say being here is normal and everything.

I don't really like being around them so I try to stay inside.

Oh, the drones? Yeah, they're weird as hell. It's always unsettling every time somebody at my place gets, um, replaced.

You don't really get used to it, but I don't think hiding's gonna help you at all.

... It helps, sometimes.

But I'm not hiding from them. I'm just keeping myself comfortable.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Yeah? Sounds like the same thing to me.

[He narrows his eyes, furrows his eyebrows, and shakes his head.]

You don't even know.

I don't? We all have to deal with those things, you know.

[Hey, at least Czes doesn't have to worry about being expected to sleep next to one.]

[ooc: Sorry these are coming so late! I've been really busy. :(]

Hiding helps, sometimes. It really does -- I did it for a long time so I'm pretty good at hide-and-go-seek, you know?

[Czes is so glad. He's sorry for your continuous romance-not-romance problems, Firo...]

[[ooc: no worries dear! you're in college, things get busy, I'm not a speed-tagger either and you can tag at whatever speed works for you! ☆]]

[For a long time, huh? He has to wonder about that.]

You mean here? Or back home?

[ooc: Thank you! /hugs <3]

Back home, of course. I was actually really surprised when Maiza found me.

[[ooc: always! /pets]]

How'd he find you? I don't think he's said anything about it in my time.

[But Firo did only just find out about it all.]

I'm assuming he found me through the Daily Days. They're famous!

The newspaper? They really do know everything, don't they?

[But something seems a little weird.]

...But why would they know anything about a kid? No offense.

[He would have thought Czes could fly under the radar pretty well. Few people would sell information on some kid.]

They're not just a newspaper company. They're information brokers! They collect information and sell them to people who want to know something.

I guess they probably know about immortals.

I know, I know.

...How much do you think they know?

[They have different problems in the immediate present, but he's still concerned.]

Uuum. If I were to make a guess?

They'd know the day you became a capo and where you came from and who your parents were and where they came from.

No! I mean about us. Immortals.

[Though thanks for ever so slightly creeping him out.]

It's not exactly common knowledge.

Oh.

Well, I think they would know about who the known immortals are -- us from the Advenna Avis (they probably know about the ship, too) and they probably at least know about some Martillo capos becoming immortal. I'm pretty sure rumors about the Gandors reached them, so... anything that's ever been said outside private conversations, they probably know.

Sheesh. They really get around.

[He shouldn't be surprised. Not only do they surely have their own investigators, but there's no shortage of people willing to spill a few secrets to make a buck. Especially in a depression.]

You ever dealt with 'em before?

[It could be construed as suspicion, but he's just curious. It doesn't occur to him to even think that Czes would tell them anything about the Martillos or immortals.]

[He tenses up almost immediately and pretty obviously, narrowing his eyes at Firo.]

... I haven't.

[Firo notices and raises his hands in a calming motion.]

Relax, I didn't mean anything by it. You just seemed to know a lot about 'em.

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