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[notyetlost]

 A. Action - 1332 Benny Road

[Poland didn't care much for nightmares, especially of the dream within a dream variety. One moment he was happily laying in the ryefield of his dreams, only to shift to a nightmarish one where he woke up in Mayfield.

Although he had to admit waking up in Mayfield again was one of the more vivid dreams he'd had in a while. The out of date pajamas he'd woken up in felt itchy to him. The set up of the master bedroom was exactly as he remembered. Even his assigned drone wife was there, chipper and unnerving as ever. If it weren't so terrible, he'd commend his rem state for it's attention to detail.

The problem with nightmares though, was that you couldn't do anything about them until they ran their course. Trying to force yourself awake didn't really work. No matter how much arm pinching or cheek slapping  or shouting "wake up" repeatedly at your reflection in the bathroom mirror one tried. All of which Poland tried regardless, to no avail.

Waiting to wake up, Poland got up and riffled through his closet. At least this nightmare was kind enough to remember the clothing he'd gotten back from home the last time he'd been here so he didn't have to wait while looking like a dork.]


B. Action - 1333 Benny Road

[Good morning neighbors! You have a vistor from next door of the equestrian variety, poking his head through the kitchen window and trying to snatch fruit off your counter.

You weren't going to eat all those apples yourselves. Mr. Pony is just making sure they don't go wasted. You can thank him when you wake up.]


C. Action - Around Town

[Reacquainting himself with Mayfield was not how Poland anticipated spending his day. It didn't take long to recognize everything and relearn his way around. Compared to finding his way around some of his larger cities it was relatively simple to remember.

His cities were definitely better though. There really wasn't much to like about Mayfield in his opinion. Hence why he decided to reacquaint himself while riding Mr. Pony around. Might as well make something about it enjoyable! Nothing brightens up stuff like including ponies after all.

Don't mind the less than bubbly blonde taking up half the side walk riding around on his pony. Or do mind. Up to you.]

Comments

[notyetlost]

Do I want to actually know? [Given that it's Mayfield, it's could be any number of horrible things. Never the less Poland follows Miku down to the kitchen and plops down at the table.]

[virtualdiva]

Well, you might want to know about it. The librarian left town some time ago. I dropped by the library a few times, she's not there. I think someone said something about her training herself to get stronger?

[And while she's saying this, she's bustling about, making leek juice.]

[notyetlost]

Oh?

How'd she get out to go... train, or whatever?

[virtualdiva]

Well, before that, we were asked by this guy named Richard Grey to go get her stuff. They were scattered everywhere, so we had to go into portals to get them.

I went in, but I didn't get her stuff. Still, I think someone else did.

[notyetlost]

Oh yeah! I remember hearing about him from before that carnival of doom.

So like. Now that her stuff is retrieved and she's gone to get stronger is she going to fight the town or something?

[Poland is just side eyeing her leek juice preparation, he can't remember if he liked leek juice or not.]

[virtualdiva]

I think so. And there was something about Mayfield being made perfect, and Zemekis being Mayfield, and ghosts in the machine. I wasn't there when she left.

[Behold: two glasses of leek juice! Okay-tasting leek juice, anyway, Miku's been through a tough week.]

[notyetlost]

What's a Zemekis?

Is that the end boss?

[The only way Poland's ever been able to make much sense out of this town is to liken it to videogames.]

Ah. Thanks. [Poland sniffs the glass, before swishing the liquid around and setting it back on the table.]

[virtualdiva]

Yeah, I think so. You're welcome!

[She takes a sip, looking a little thoughtful.]

How long has it been for you?

[notyetlost]

I hope the librarian lady levels up a lot.

[Poland summons a little bravery and takes a little sip himself. It wasn't as scary tasting as it looked.]

Um... lemme see. The first time I was here it was like. 2009 and yesterday it was 2012. So. I guess three-ish years. [An eyeblink in a nation's lifetime, really.]

[virtualdiva]

It's been three months or so here.

[notyetlost]

That's it?

[virtualdiva]

Yeah. You remember time works differently here, right?

[notyetlost]

Oh! [No, he completely forgot.] Um yeah right of course I remembered.

But still that's really really really really really really slow.

[virtualdiva]

Well, yeah! [Granted, she hasn't experienced going home for a while yet.] So, what happened to you?

[notyetlost]

[Poland shrugs slight, taking another small sip.]

Well.

I went to bed here and then when I woke up I was back home. Or I think I was back home, I guess it could have been a trick or something. It seemed legit though. [He's never been the best as distinguishing reality from fantasy, if earlier this morning was any indication.]

And then I went to bed again at home and woke up here again.

Even if it was fake or something, it was kind of nice getting a break from this place. [Especially considering how he'd sort of unravelled a bit by the last month of his previous stay.]

[virtualdiva]

Yeah. I hope it wasn't.

[A bit does not even begin to cover how worried she was, last time he was here. Now that he's taken a break, she just hopes things will be better.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland can sense that the atmosphere of the room has gotten a little more serious than he generally likes.]

Hey! Like after we finish our juice, we should do something fun!

[virtualdiva]

Like what? [Interested now, she draws herself up to listen to whatever he's got to offer.]

[notyetlost]

We could go shopping or get ice cream!

Or both!

Also manicures. Everyone loves manicures, right?

[virtualdiva]

Or we could sing! Or you could be a judge, I've been trying to get auditions for a band together.

[But ice cream and shopping, holy crap, how can she pass that up?]

[notyetlost]

We can do that too! ...but if we sing we don't have to like. Do it in front of people...

Right?

[It's not that he thinks he's a bad singer or anything, but...

S-strangers... they're just. Scary.]

[virtualdiva]

[She sighs, but nods. She should probably remember some people aren't as comfortable as she is, singing in front of others.]

Fine. Any songs, then?

[notyetlost]

People tell me my national anthem is pretty cool and I believe them because it's mine.

Oh! When I was back home there was this one song that was number one on the radio for like eighteen whole weeks, it's like my favorite song! Lets sing that.

We totally need a xylophone though.