((OOC: Hey! I'd like to apologise to the people I've plotted with for the general lateness of this post; I ran into a few complications. I sincerely hope I'm not causing you any trouble! Also, if we haven't plotted anything but you'd like to jump in anyway, do go ahead!))

[Action: Around Mayfield, basically whenever]

[It's true that Clover wasn't entirely sure about doing what Mayfield told her to do - not at first. But she had heard about last year's penalties, and if what they're doing this year doesn't look so bad on the surface, then it makes all kinds of sense that the new penalties will be far more bloody and horrifying, right? So, that was her first incentive to go out and... get some cans of paint. She's not very good at pranks.

The second incentive quite probably sprang from seeing her first prank was an overwhelming success and Reimu cried like a little baby.]

( Pranking Death )

( Pranking Simba (Pending?) )


[Action: 456 Stone Street]

[Okay, so she ran out of paint way sooner than she'd expected. But there's got to be something she can use on the little shit who forged the note, right? Something other than a punch in the face, that is, since, well--

Whoa, hold on there, Clover sees three dollars just lying there on her desk! Not a fortune, but who is she to say no to free money?

It takes her at least thirty seconds of frustrated grunts to accept the fact that they are firmly glued to the desk and not moving any time soon.]

[Action; 462 Stone Street]

[So, ever since Squid Girl got a new set of role models who happen to be gangsters, she's been behaving more and more erratically and irresponsibly.  And since she's also alienated herself from the only non-drone in her house, there's no one to prevent her from doing incredibly stupid things.  It was really kind of inevitable that eventually she'd end up hurting herself.

And from the looks of things on outside 462 Stone Street, that's exactly what happened today.  Passersby will notice Squid Girl collapsed on her knees on the front lawn, crying hysterically and covering one of her eyes with her hands.  There's also a BB gun lying nearby.  It's probably not too hard to figure out what happened here.]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!  My eye!  My eye!  It hurts, it hurts!

[Backdated to March 23]

A: [For once, 456 Stone st looks rather festive. The pastries in the kitchen's taken some extra effort: muffins, pies, and cookies. But it's the cake with the frosting, which Hungary is decorating with Happy Polish-Hungarian Friendship Day that's the centerpiece.

For its part, the living room has been fixed to the best of hers ability short of repaired the collapsed staircase.]



B: [Right outside 1332 Benny rd there may be an overpowering floral scent, all thanks to a gigantic bouquet of tulips and geraniums hides the slender form carrying it--until it sneezes at the assortment of too many petals and stems and perhaps too much pollen.


Although the real feat was taking it all the way to Benny Rd on a motorcycle.]

[A. Action; Backdated to yesterday; around Mayfield]

[People who know Clover should be aware she normally has a bit of a temper.

Well, today, she's gotten some slime on her, and she is absolutely furious.

Furious because Mayfield is a hellhole and because the slime is gross and because she just is and there's a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something important is missing and that just pisses her off even more.

If you're a friend of hers and happen to cross her, be prepared to deal with loud tirades about nothing and, quite possibly, environmental damage. If you're not her friend, god have mercy on your soul. Except, well, she's just a normal person and she can't hurt you much, especially if you've got powers yourself, but.]


[B. Phone/Action; Equally backdated; 456 Stone Street]

[If you're anywhere in the vicinity, you'll hear something very curious. If you're paying attention to the phone lines, you'll hear it too:]

Fuckin'... Stop-- I'm tellin' ya-- GRK--

GRRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRGH!


[C. Action; Today; around Mayfield]

[Oh, thank goodness, it looks like someone got some of that happy smile on Clover! Look how she's grinning!

Wait... Why is she running towards you?]

[Action: 457 Stone Street:
Toni is not much of a morning person. Understandable since, well, werewolf. Still, she manages to drag herself out of bed for work at a decent time. She marches downstairs and heads out the door to go to work, but instead of stepping onto the sidewalk, she ends up squelching into something wet and slippery. Her foot slides out from under her and she tumbles to the ground, landing in more of the slime that has inexplicably appeared on the front stoop of her house.]

Ow! What the hell is this stuff?

[All things considered, she wasn't in a bad mood a moment earlier. Now, though, as she looks down at her ruined outfit and with her backside throbbing with pain, her entire demeanor sours. She grits her teeth and begins swearing and muttering angrily as she tries to stand up. Stupid slime. Now she was going to have to change her stupid clothes, and she was going to be late for her stupid job because they gave her the stupid morning shift. She's so pissed off at the world, she feels like she could kill someone.]

[Action: All around town:

Toni has skipped work, because fuck work. She has better things to do. Like get all up in your grill.]

Hey, asshole! Why don't you look where the hell you're going!

[If you're unlucky, she might shift into spectral skeleton werewolf mode. If that happens? Run.

If you're REALLY unlucky, instead of meeting Toni, you'll get a snarling, ferocious... fluffy puppy, ineffectively attacking your pants leg or shoelaces.]

Locked to 462 Stone street.

[Garrus has waken up in what he though were worse conditions before, you don't spend time on Omega 3 as long as he did without at least trying the Ryncol, but something was different. This bed felt different from his bunk on the Normandy, softer. Larger. Also, there was a distinct lack of the collector aesthetic of creepy glowing walls and things trying to kill him. Slowly he crawls out of bed only to fall over at his first attempt to stand up.

His legs, they aren't working right. They felt like they were backwards. Maybe they defeated the collectors and the all got a little bit too drunk partying. Yeah. That's it.

After a few more tries Garrus manages to slowly stumble over to a light, flipping it on to see the full horror at what has happened.]

Oh my. This is... interesting.

[He stumbles out into the living room, cautiously looking around and picking up things, jumping at the littlest noise.

Phone.

[A man with a deep voice picked up the odd contraption and calls out sound both angered and annoyed.]

Shepherd? Joker? Anyone there? This- Ceberus did this, right? You would think they would be rich enough to create more than one species body. Unless Mordin was somehow involved. Either way, I may have to thank them later, maybe give them a gift at high velocity. Multiple times. If I can ever find my guns.

1. [457 Stone Street]

[This was not his home. This was NOT HIS HOME. Where was he? And where was his HAT? Perry was displeased as he waddled out of the dog house of the Doofenshmirtzes. Nosing the flap of the door dog open, he waddled around, looking for something, any sign of his beloved family.

Wait. That picture.

Risking a moment, he stood up and bounded to the mantle, and picked up the picture.

What was this? That person wasn't Phineas, that girl wasn't Ferb, that wasn't Linda Flynn-Fletcher, and THAT CERTAINLY WAS NOT LAWRENCE FLYNN-FLETCHER!

... but at least Doof was familiar.

In an instant, he was back down on the floor and let out his duck-like noise. Time to get fed.]


2. [Around Town.]

[Perry was sneaking around town, getting the lay of the land. Any humans he saw he sneaked on by. Or he played the dumb animal route as he wandered past them. Stupid humans, why were they calling him a dog? That wasn't right. He wasn't Agent D.

He's looking into shops, trying to find a fedora his size, but after the fifth drone chased him out with a broom, he has been reduced to skulking around.]

Krrrrrrrt.

[A: Action / 459 Stone Street]
[It was like any other normal Sunday for Erim. She awoke, made her drone children a meager breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and rolled her eyes once more at their seemingly earnest praise of her pouring skills. Going upstairs, she changes into her normal attire and heads back downstairs, ready for another walk about town.]

[Today, however, is different. A plate of chocolate cookies lay on the kitchen table. The silver haired woman regards them dubiously for a second, but decides to make herself some tea and perhaps read a novel. Traveling can be exciting, yes, but a break once in a while does not hurt anyone, does it?]

[The tea is done, and Erim slowly begins to munch on one of the treats. It is soon gone and she eats another, and then another.]

[And suddenly she is left wondering why she is here.]

This house… a human house. Disgusting. Why am I here? A place such as this is of zero consequence to I, the Goddess of Death!

[Tossing the book aside and letting the tea cup fall from where her hand holds it—which happens to be midair—the goddess kicks off her black heels and attempts to rip her pantyhose. When that proves fruitless, she grabs a knife and cuts them off; the mangled shreds fall from her.]

((OoC: Anyone Erim has invited over can drop on by, and of course the residents of this home are quite welcome to respond.))

***

[B: Action / John Doe Park]

[A barefoot woman with silver hair approaches with a stern look on her face.]

You. I cannot sense your energy waves as this place has rendered me powerless. Tell me, are you mortal?

[After all, a goddess isn’t a goddess unless she has people to worship her. Of course, other higher beings will be regarded instantly as allies.]

[Action A - February 12th, At and around 457 Stone Street]

[Doofenshmirtz hates flowers in the spring. He also hates flowers in the not-quite-spring. And he really really hates not-quite-spring flowers that won't go away when you throw them out. Or crush them. Or toss them over into the neighbor's yard. Hyacinths, hyacinths everywhere (along with others, yes yes), and they just would not go away!

He's getting really stressed out. For serious.]

[Action B - February 13th, 457 Stone]

[It probably just made things worse, all of that flower-handling. There's traces of pollen on his lab coat. His nose is a bit stuffy from all of the scents. But he's feeling good, today. He's feeling very evil, moreso than usual! Housemates, you'll find him in the garage, doing his usual tinker and mutter and laugh menacingly to himself thing. The Bald-Inator has been disassembled and is being reassembled into something smaller, and hand-held.]

Yes... ah yes, ahahah, she will love this, it will be just like she had said! Marble! AHAHAHAH! A town full of statues, JUST FOR HER!!!

[Action C - February 14th, 1652 Albright]

[There's a Doctor Doofenshmirtz at the door. A box of lovely pastries from the bakery is hooked in one arm, while that shiny new Inator of his is in the other. He knocks, and grins a really quite terrible grin while waiting for the love of his life to come let him in.]

Solaris! My darling! You have inspired me, on this most dreadful of holidays!

[He was looking for Lust. Really. He really was. It's not his fault that she never actually gave him her real name....]

[Phone - February 14th, late afternoon]

This is a warning to ALL OF MAYFIELD! If any of you are to so much as attempt to harm a surprisingly resiliant hair on my darling's head, you will pay dearly! If you so much as look at her funny, you're getting added to my garden gnome collection! I mean it! I am not joking! Oh, ha-ha, yes, let's all laugh at Doctor Doofenshmirtz, he's so wacky....

You will not be laughing when I am done you!

[A: Action, around Mayfield; backdated to yesterday]

[Wow, Clo looks pretty happy today as she strides through Mayfield. This is because she's high on carnations. So high on that sweet, familiar smell. Mmm. She has a few people to see, but if you want, you can approach her too. Just be prepared for her to declare you her brosis for life. Or perhaps your own scent will overpower her feelings of familiarity...? It's up to you, really.]


[B: Phone]

Alright, let's get the completely fuckin' obvious outta the way right now: all that lovey-dovey crap I did yesterday? Forget about it.

... And if I did anythin' else that's insane and that maybe I don't remember because hell, who knows all the stuff those flowers really did, forget 'bout that too.

But...

... Nope, that's it.

[It's a beautiful day, and Hungary couldn't have been happier. This is the nicest her flowerbed has looked in a year, which makes the vicious guarding of it for the past few weeks all worth it.

It doesn't hurt that she's been gifted with an equally beautiful arrangement of blood red roses, as well. Hopefully, her happiness is as contagious as the pollen is.]


A: Action right outside 456 Stone st [Hungary's elbows are propped on the windowsill right over the flowerbed, on her face an expression of utter bliss. She's in a good mood, so she'll certainly be sweet this time. She'll even let you step on the grass.]

B: Action about town [Could be the bakery, or the flower shop, or shopping anywhere, really. Someone is looking for an extra special gift for that extra special someone. Also, she's on a horse]

((Action / 459 Stone Street))
[The last thing Erim had known was the soft embrace of what she is a mistress of: death. Doom Island’s crash landing onto the Republic of Parcelyte was prevented due to the honorable acts of the legendary hero and his wife.]

[Now that she wakes, the silver haired goddess had expected another reincarnation at the hands of Lord Arek the Absolute, but instead finds herself in bed in someone’s home in a frilly white nightgown. Her hair is down, hairpins and ribbon being gone.]

[Half-lidded eyes fly open as she sits bolt upright in bed, hair flying behind her.]

Lord Daos? Amon?

[Nothing. Frantically, she looks in all directions, trying to get some bearing of this… place. While unreliable, Erim decides to call on the weakest of the tetrad.]

Gades, I summon you; respond.

[Fiesty though he may be, he never fails to respond to the his superior’s calls. As a last resort, Erim tries to sense their energy waves… and is shocked when she finds not only can she not sense theirs, but those of any others, mortal or immortal.]

[It is only when she cannot sense her own does she realize every bit of power has been drained from her—no, eliminated.]

((Action / Around Mayfield / Open to Residents))
[At least her wardrobe still suits her: black pantyhose, a knee-length black dress matching the fashion she sees other ladies wearing around this town, and a long, heavy gray coat to suit the weather. Though not her personal ones, she had also found hairpins on the nightstand in her room and fixed it up in the style she is so familiar with.]

[Erim is powerless—a goddess no more. She may as well be Iris again… but the Ankh of Runa is nowhere to be found, so she can’t even rely on its powers. Feeling extremely guarded, the now mere woman with argent locks had left the house hoping to get some sense of this new village, this Mayfield. Uniform houses, oddly hollow people.]

It is all so eerie… This place, just what is it?

[She does not even realize she speaks aloud until the words leave her mouth.]

[Action A: 437 Stone]

[It had been a while since Gohan actually arrived in Mayfield, and he seemed to have settled into a routine. He was up early every morning training in the front yard of his new home, usually for at least an hour, then it was inside for breakfast and to get dressed for school. He's always polite to the people who are up around early in the morning, and is willing to stop what he's doing to talk with them.]

[Action B: School, at lunch]

[Placing his tray down at a lunch table, Gohan just sighs a little bit.]

Man, I can't believe how archaic some of these classes are. I mean, its like they've never even heard of capsule technology here...

[His annoyance is soon forgotten as he starts on the tasteless school lunch.]

[Action C: The park, after school]

[The last thing that Gohan does after he finishes up his day at school is spend another hour at the park. He's made it known around school that he's willing to spar and teach people some basic fighting, at the park after classes, but if there's no takers, he'll just work out alone.]

( Action; 456 Stone, yesterday )


[Phone]

Hey! Is everybody okay now? I mean, I figure you are, and it's not like I give a damn about every single one of ya, but... just checkin'.

Also, I wanna thank everyone who ran into me when I wasn't feelin' so good, alright? Since, y'know, I couldn't do it then. I know I got off kinda easy, but to hell with that - I had a free pass to bust shit up, no catch involved, and I was too fuckin' mopey to take it! The guy's called Will, right? Will, ya better give me another chance now that I'm actually thinkin' straight.

Anyway, I'm openin' a store and I guess I could use some associates. Who's with me?


[Action; at the Park]

[Clover sits on a bench, apparently relaxing. Every so often, she follows the local wildlife with her gaze and mutters:] ... Man, this sucks.

[Action A - 463 Stone Street, morning]

[Kono's been stuck either outside in the pond or inside in the bathtub most of the week.  The gills on her neck were incapacitating, even moreso as time passed.  The infection she got at the same time as her surgery didn't help either, and by the end of the week she was pretty out of it and lethargic.

Monday morning, however, Kono wakes in the bathtub with a start.  Sitting up with a shiver, it takes her a few minutes to realize that she can breathe.  Her hands fly to her neck, and she's relieved to find no gills.  Her arms are no longer covered with spots, she no longer feels weak and exhausted, and the world isn't spinning. 

She's even hungry.  No, in fact she's starving.  Climbing out of the bathtub, she goes to find dry clothes and food.  Housemates, feel free to intercept her somewhere along the way on her mission to eat and be human again.]


[Action B - Around Town]

[Once Kono's fed, bathed, and back to her old self, she ventures out of the house to check in on others.  Maybe she'll run into you at your house, maybe the store, maybe the park, or just out on the street.  If she knows you, she's looking for you to see if you're alright now.  Hopefully you are... if you're not quite yourself yet, she'll try to help.]


[Action C - locked to webball ]

[Kono knocks on the door, a little worried.  She hasn't heard from Peter since before the whole experiments thing started.  She's hoping he managed to dodge the bullet, but she's heard about how his luck goes.]

Peter, are you home?  Peter!

Action A: ( Locked: Barton's room, over the course of the event )

---

Action B: The effects of the surgery have worn off. Barton's hellish nightmare is over. She may be a strong girl, used to a harsh life as a soulless person, and the pain and confusion over psychic abilities. But Mayfield played on her only fear, and it's going to take some time to recover.

So, housemates and visitors. Don't mind her if she just stays in her room awhile, curled up on her bed. The door is unlocked now, at least.

---

Action C: Later today, Barton will make it outside. She needs air, and sky. She's used to a life outdoors, so she won't stay inside forever. She'll be at her usual haunt - the trees around Makeout Point, bundled up in her coat, a small fire going. Her big blue German Shepard is at her side, keeping her company.

[Phone]

They said we get to destroy this place, didn't they? Yes! Yes they did! EXCELLENT! The the lot of you, you are going to help me! And it will be fun! And delicious. Be on the alert! Have your butter and your jam and your various other condiments and toppings at the ready! THERE WILL BE BREAD.

[Action A - 457 Stone Street]

[Mad science does not have to make a lot of sense or be particularly explicable. It just has to be MAD and INTERESTING. And Doofenshmirtz certainly thought that his Bread-Inator was both. It was also the only fully-constructed Inator he had at his disposal. It only took about an hour of effort to rig up a seat atop it, and to rewire the aiming mechanisms to be accessible from up there. It took him another ten minutes to find his goggles. And then he was right to work, taking aim at objects all over Mayfield and blasting them with an improbable ray. All the while, he's cackling and muttering and just plain grinning from ear to ear. This is some SERIOUS evil here, oh yes.]

[Action B - Around Mayfield]

[Maybe you're leaving your home. Maybe you're heading down the street. Maybe you're blowing something up, as seems to be the exciting thing to do today. But suddenly a blast of light will arc down from in the distance, and hit something near you! And then there will be overpowering smell of fresh, warm bread.

That's what a Bread-Inator does. It turns things into bread. Lamp posts into baguettes. Houses into fluffy loaves of white bread. Playground equipment into rolls fresh from the oven. Eat up, Mayfield.]

Action: A
[It's a deceptively pleasant afternoon. The weather is cool just enough for a stroll, and robins are chirping in the background. And there's a flowerbed. There's not much in it, but it extends from the porch outward toward the curb.

But if you get too close to the freshly planted bulbs and bushes you'll have a piercing shot with a near terrifying accuracy--or close to it. It's mostly a warning shot. Or is it?

Action: B

[You're going about your errands, work, walks, what have you. Perhaps peacefully, perhaps groggily considering the latest event. Don't mind a speeding motorbike skidding impatiently at red lights, short of running poodles over.]

Phone

Haha... Ahaha. [A choked sob, followed by a shaky breath.] I knew it would happen. I knew it.

[OOC: As an after effect of the surgery, Hungary's hair has gone completely white. Her brain was modified to induce extremely violent tendencies.]

[Nova, at the behest of KINGDOM and The Major has some very big experiments in mind for their upcoming plans. But to experiment, first he needs guinea pigs, and since so many people are already being experimented upon, why not find some now!]

[Phone]

I realize we are in some tough times right now, the town abducting people and subjecting them to such horror... so I would like to offer my services as a doctor, nanosurgeon, and chef that anyone who comes to 461 Stone Street will be given immediate medical attention and free flan!

[Action, in front of 461 Stone Street]

[Nova has his flan table set up again. But this flan, aside from being delicious is also laced with a powerful knockout drug. Eat if you want, if you are drugged...]

[Action, 461 Stone Street Basement]

[Nova has made a makeshift laboratory in the basement with his Nanites and Vampiric Chip that his dear friend The Major gave him. If drugged or if you volunteer, you'll be a part of the next phase of Nova's experiments for KINGDOM]

(OOC: Give permission as to whether or not you want your character drugged or experimented upon and what you want to happen to said character if so. With the nanites Nova can heal a character of wounds and physical ailments and with the chip he can transform a character into a vampire by implanting it into the brain and granting them extraordinary abilities such as super strength, speed, regeneration, sharp teeth, and a thirst for blood. Jsut ask if you have any additional questions!)