Dreiunddreißig

[reluctantnanny]

A - { Action - 1247 Williams Road }

[A tall, blond man of apparent German descent exits from the parents' bedroom this morning. His cheerful aura makes him difficult to tell him apart from the drones Mayfield's captives have had to get used to over time. The family photos decorating the house have changed, though, to one with discerning eyes. A swap has been made, from the previous drone "father".

But why swap for a new drone?]

B - { Action - Around Town, including Greased Lightning Garage in particular }

Mornin', skipper! Mornin', gramps! And a lovely mornin' to you as well, little miss!

[The new drone seems handy enough at fixing cars, but why is the boss acting like this guy "Ludwig" has been there for years? And wait just a minute; since when does Mayfield name its drones things like Ludwig?]

Hey there, what's on your mind that's got you going so quiet like that, eh?

Let me give you some advise, on the house, my friend. There's nothing worth worrying about as long as you've got a pair of legs still under ya, and your feet are planted right here in Mayfield. Ain't that right?

(( OOC note - Sorry to intro Germany droned, but I'll be busy vacationing for the next week! I'll tag back when I can, though! ))

Comments

B

[witchofthechalk]

[Represses a sigh but puts on a fake smile anyway.]

Of course.

[reluctantnanny]

That's the spirit, Tiffany!

[witchofthechalk]

Nothing out of the ordinary today then?

[reluctantnanny]

Why, what could be out of the ordinary in a beautiful town like this?

[witchofthechalk]

Oh I wouldn't be able to say. But our teacher said we should always keep our eyes out for something out of the ordinary. That way we can be sure Mayfield stays wonderful.

B

[balaton]

[Guess who's taken her car to the shop, now that the bike has been stolen. It's a bit early in the morning, but Hungary's always had a thing for faces. And she stares.

And stares some more.

And some more staring. Explicitly.

Since when has Germany's drone person been around the garage? More importantly, she's never gotten used to such a cheerful Germany ever, and she's probably babysat the guy.]

[reluctantnanny]

[Finishing up an oil change for Miss Hedervary and whistling "Auld Lang Syne"; it's a right spirited tune, even if it isn't New Years!]

Now now, ma'am, you wouldn't want Mr. Hedervary to get the wrong idea by staring so much! You've got nothing to worry about - I'll get your car working like the day it rolled out of the factory in a jiffy!

A

[perfectsymmetry]

[Oh hey is that a new dad in the portrait? Lemme take a look a--

...What.

Okay, time to go look for new not-dad. Crowe will be checking all the rooms in the house for him.]

Hello?

[reluctantnanny]

[Reading the paper at the kitchen table, just like Crowe's last drone father could be found day after day. He turns his grin up from the comics to his son without missing a beat.]

What is it, Calleo my boy? Want to play some catch?

B

[notyetlost]

[It's hard for Poland to pass the garage on his way to work and not end up gawking at Germany. Poland can't decide if he should laugh or hide when it comes to that chipper drone smile.]

I didn't know your face was capable of doing that.

[reluctantnanny]

Mr. Lukasiewicz! [Pronounced in Americanese of course.] Did I get oil on my nose again? Hahaha!

[notyetlost]

[Poland tries to refrain from cringing at the butchering of his chosen last name. Seriously it's painful to the ears. Almost as painful as Germany's laugh.]

Um. Yeah, that's definitely it. [He points at Germany's perfectly clean nose teasingly.] Right there. Giant splotch. Can't miss it.

[reluctantnanny]

[He laughs heartily.] Oh, you sure are a nut, and I know nuts!

[notyetlost]

Yeah, I'm definitely the nut here.

I'll come bother you when you're back to normal, it's more fun to make fun of you when you're like actually aware of it happening.

At the garage!

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Germany's coworker at the garage is busy having his mid-morning nap while leaning against a stack of tires, an empty coffee mug by his side. However; the loud greetings wake him up and he glares at the intruder; not the giant robot and not the guy who makes contraptions out of car parts, this is Someone else. Great.*

G'day. You uh ... new?

[reluctantnanny]

Why, of course not, Mason! How could you forget about your ole' coworker? You better wake up from whatever dream you were having during that nap, or pretty soon the boss'll look like your old lady, eh?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*And that's not creepy at all.*

S'not loike we get any business this early in th' morning mate. What's yer name again?