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

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?