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mayfield_rpg2012-10-26 11:27 pm
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07 - My Gift To You
[Action A - 919 Bilko - October 23rd, Early Evening]
[Natalie was a damned willful creature. Mayfield's attempts to overwrite her old life with a fake "perfect" one were doomed to fail. It could replace her vampirism with "a strange illness" that kept her out of the sunlight, it could make her think she actually did marry Keith Goodman, it could re-write her whole history to make her a pleasant-if-frail housewife... but it couldn't edit out Father. Not in a way that she would buy. The true things that she felt, she felt them far too strongly to ignore for long. But she didn't lash out. She wasn't ready to lash out. For there were still things to be done.
Things, apparently, like baking. She had tied on an apron and taken out her cookbook, and was spending the evening using up every last bit of flour and sugar and butter in the household. Pie crusts were rolled out, squares were baked and cut, cookies were perfectly portioned onto sheets... and each newly cooled batch was neatly tucked away in its own little basket or container or package.
The windows are open, even on an evening as cool as this. Delicious scents are wafting from the house. And if you'd care to investigate? You'll have a smiling Natalie greet you without a hint of menace or sarcasm. Those two things wasted valuable willpower. Involuntary and improper cheer was easier on the psyche, stubborn as she was.]
[Action B - Throughout town - October 24th, all night]
[It had taken an entire night to bake all of the things that needed baking. And there were quite a lot. And now? Now there was a lot of baking to hand out to her dear friends and neighbors. Baking with an ulterior motive. Each bundle contained a hand-written note in hasty, blocky print. She'd had to suppress the fake memories to get them written. But she was satisfied with the results. And so, she came to visit the following people....]
[Ilsa's package contains butter tarts, the shells a little overfilled and messy. The included note reads:]
Something from home, for the woman who shared her home with me.
Never forget that you are infinitely kind and clever.
Give your uncle my regards.
-Natalie Waters
[The package for Charles Fei-Ong contains strawberry tarts. The included note reads:]
Thank you for being like a little piece of home.
I hope you'll hold another concert, soon.
-Natalie Waters
[Cain's package contains chocolate brownies, dense and moist, with chocolate frosting atop them. The note reads:]
You're so darling, it makes my teeth hurt.
Here's a bit of that back in kind.
-Natalie Waters
[Nathaniel's package contains red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. The note reads:]
I asked if you liked cake. I hope this will suffice.
Maybe we'll climb another mountain someday.
-Natalie Waters
[The Onceler doesn't get a package. He gets a cake. A surprisingly fancy chocolate layer cake. The note tucked to the side of the plate reads:]
I promised you this cake, didn't I?
You still owe me a pair of long red gloves.
No hurry.
-Natalie Waters
[Hol's package contains rocky road squares, made with multicolored marshmallows. The note reads:]
Thank you for the lovely time at the fair.
Perhaps we'll avoid ferris wheels in the future?
-Natalie Waters
[Doc Scratch's package contains lemon bars, dusted lightly with powdered sugar. The note reads:]
For a man that I've quickly come to respect.
Thank you for the company in the dark.
Thank you for the lack of hard feelings about how it turned out.
-Natalie Waters
[Lucas's package contains oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, still soft and chewy. The note reads:]
Think of these as a long overdue apology.
Fairs don't agree with me. We both lost our heads.
I hope you're feeling better.
-Natalie Waters
[Lili's package contains vanilla cupcakes with pink and purple frosting. The note reads:]
A sweet gift for a sweet girl.
You're truly something special. Never forget that.
-Natalie Waters
[Finally, as she had promised, Natalie had made cookies for Hajime. Simple sugar cookies, circle cut outs, decorated in pastel colors. At the top of the stack is one cut into the shape of a heart, frosted in pink. The attached note reads:]
For the monster who strives to be human, from the human becoming a monster.
We approach from separate sides, and meet in the center.
You make me remember things.
Things I had even forgotten back home.
-Natalie Waters
[The upper-right portion of the paper has red dot upon it, slightly smudged with a thumbprint.]
((OOC Note: If you're not able to tag in to take the care package from Natalie directly, she'll leave it on the doorstep so that it still gets received.))
[Action C - Streets of Mayfield, likely ending somewhere on Bilko - October 24th/25th, late night/early morning]
[One day to bake. One day to distribute. And as the third day threatened to dawn, she did the last thing she had intended to do. Now she would proverbially stand on a hillside in a thunderstorm and dare the gods to strike her down.]
You! I don't care who else is listening, but I know that you're listening!
[She jabs a finger skywards, as she stumbles her way down the sidewalk. This is meant to be a spectacle. Let's wake some neighbors while she shouts like a madwoman at the powers that be.]
So listen! Listen to me! You didn't break me! They couldn't break me, The Brood couldn't b-break me! I contain the truth, Father saw it, Father knew it, and you cannot... cannot quash the truth!
[A hand flies to her forehead and she lurches back, as she tries to fight off a renewed spike of pain. But a sick grin grows on her face, fangs visible within it.]
I am Natalie Waters, I am a vampire, I am a child of the Goddess, I am... I am an instrument of her vengeance...! I... I am not what you would have me be! DO YOUR WORST! DO IT!
[Natalie was a damned willful creature. Mayfield's attempts to overwrite her old life with a fake "perfect" one were doomed to fail. It could replace her vampirism with "a strange illness" that kept her out of the sunlight, it could make her think she actually did marry Keith Goodman, it could re-write her whole history to make her a pleasant-if-frail housewife... but it couldn't edit out Father. Not in a way that she would buy. The true things that she felt, she felt them far too strongly to ignore for long. But she didn't lash out. She wasn't ready to lash out. For there were still things to be done.
Things, apparently, like baking. She had tied on an apron and taken out her cookbook, and was spending the evening using up every last bit of flour and sugar and butter in the household. Pie crusts were rolled out, squares were baked and cut, cookies were perfectly portioned onto sheets... and each newly cooled batch was neatly tucked away in its own little basket or container or package.
The windows are open, even on an evening as cool as this. Delicious scents are wafting from the house. And if you'd care to investigate? You'll have a smiling Natalie greet you without a hint of menace or sarcasm. Those two things wasted valuable willpower. Involuntary and improper cheer was easier on the psyche, stubborn as she was.]
[Action B - Throughout town - October 24th, all night]
[It had taken an entire night to bake all of the things that needed baking. And there were quite a lot. And now? Now there was a lot of baking to hand out to her dear friends and neighbors. Baking with an ulterior motive. Each bundle contained a hand-written note in hasty, blocky print. She'd had to suppress the fake memories to get them written. But she was satisfied with the results. And so, she came to visit the following people....]
[Ilsa's package contains butter tarts, the shells a little overfilled and messy. The included note reads:]
Something from home, for the woman who shared her home with me.
Never forget that you are infinitely kind and clever.
Give your uncle my regards.
-Natalie Waters
[The package for Charles Fei-Ong contains strawberry tarts. The included note reads:]
Thank you for being like a little piece of home.
I hope you'll hold another concert, soon.
-Natalie Waters
[Cain's package contains chocolate brownies, dense and moist, with chocolate frosting atop them. The note reads:]
You're so darling, it makes my teeth hurt.
Here's a bit of that back in kind.
-Natalie Waters
[Nathaniel's package contains red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. The note reads:]
I asked if you liked cake. I hope this will suffice.
Maybe we'll climb another mountain someday.
-Natalie Waters
[The Onceler doesn't get a package. He gets a cake. A surprisingly fancy chocolate layer cake. The note tucked to the side of the plate reads:]
I promised you this cake, didn't I?
You still owe me a pair of long red gloves.
No hurry.
-Natalie Waters
[Hol's package contains rocky road squares, made with multicolored marshmallows. The note reads:]
Thank you for the lovely time at the fair.
Perhaps we'll avoid ferris wheels in the future?
-Natalie Waters
[Doc Scratch's package contains lemon bars, dusted lightly with powdered sugar. The note reads:]
For a man that I've quickly come to respect.
Thank you for the company in the dark.
Thank you for the lack of hard feelings about how it turned out.
-Natalie Waters
[Lucas's package contains oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, still soft and chewy. The note reads:]
Think of these as a long overdue apology.
Fairs don't agree with me. We both lost our heads.
I hope you're feeling better.
-Natalie Waters
[Lili's package contains vanilla cupcakes with pink and purple frosting. The note reads:]
A sweet gift for a sweet girl.
You're truly something special. Never forget that.
-Natalie Waters
[Finally, as she had promised, Natalie had made cookies for Hajime. Simple sugar cookies, circle cut outs, decorated in pastel colors. At the top of the stack is one cut into the shape of a heart, frosted in pink. The attached note reads:]
For the monster who strives to be human, from the human becoming a monster.
We approach from separate sides, and meet in the center.
You make me remember things.
Things I had even forgotten back home.
-Natalie Waters
[The upper-right portion of the paper has red dot upon it, slightly smudged with a thumbprint.]
((OOC Note: If you're not able to tag in to take the care package from Natalie directly, she'll leave it on the doorstep so that it still gets received.))
[Action C - Streets of Mayfield, likely ending somewhere on Bilko - October 24th/25th, late night/early morning]
[One day to bake. One day to distribute. And as the third day threatened to dawn, she did the last thing she had intended to do. Now she would proverbially stand on a hillside in a thunderstorm and dare the gods to strike her down.]
You! I don't care who else is listening, but I know that you're listening!
[She jabs a finger skywards, as she stumbles her way down the sidewalk. This is meant to be a spectacle. Let's wake some neighbors while she shouts like a madwoman at the powers that be.]
So listen! Listen to me! You didn't break me! They couldn't break me, The Brood couldn't b-break me! I contain the truth, Father saw it, Father knew it, and you cannot... cannot quash the truth!
[A hand flies to her forehead and she lurches back, as she tries to fight off a renewed spike of pain. But a sick grin grows on her face, fangs visible within it.]
I am Natalie Waters, I am a vampire, I am a child of the Goddess, I am... I am an instrument of her vengeance...! I... I am not what you would have me be! DO YOUR WORST! DO IT!