08 November 2012 @ 11:58 pm
event: the beginning of the end | trade-in post  
[At some point during the day, those of you who've lost their memories may get a sudden nagging urge to visit a certain area of town. Where this area is varies from day to day - a room in the hospital, a hallway in the school, an empty aisle in the library, or perhaps somewhere else - but either way, if you decide to give in and follow your instincts, you'll find yourself face-to-face with Annie and a reluctant looking Postman in her tow.]

Good, you got our message. We've managed to create a safe spot hidden from Zemekis and his drones, but we can't stay in the same spot for long, so I'll make this quick. If you'd like to get your memories back, my brother can return them to you right now.

For a fee, of course. Can't get anything for free, not in this town.

Ugh, you meanie! Why do you always have to make things so difficult?

Look, I'm doing my best, but you know well as I do that this place still operates under his rules. I don't have the power to overturn them without taking something in exchange...brat.

Can't you try something? Please! It's not fair...no one should have to pay a price just to remember who they are. No one should have to go through that kind of hell.

...Fine. I guess I might be able to find a loophole somewhere out of the goodness of my heart if the memories were like really shitty ones, but no guarantees.

[OOC: The memory trade system works just like the Post Office trades: if you'd like to get your character's memories back, you can trade in a body part or a regain of equal value for them (so no, trading in your character's fifth grade bottlecap collection won't work). Because we're so close to final endgame, all trades will be permanent.

That said, the Postman may be nice enough to give your character their memories without taking a fee! We're leaving it up to you whether or not your character will trade anything in.]
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17 September 2012 @ 11:10 pm
a conversation; private  
How could you let this happen?!
14 September 2012 @ 08:41 pm
event: don't you forget about me  
[For those of you venturing into Mayfield's library today, you can find the head librarian hard at work at the front desk or shelving books. Most people who try to approach her will simply get a stern look and a reminder to keep their voices down.

If you happen to have something of hers though, you may get quite a different reaction...]

[OOC: This post is locked to characters who have a memento. Please do not reply if you don't have one. For those who do, you can go ahead and respond in any order; however, day 7's memento will be chronologically the last one she'll see.]
27 August 2012 @ 10:20 pm
[Your mail today is the same as ever; useless bills, letters from non-existent relatives, the usual. Except that, today, there seems to be something else. A sealed envelope filled with random nonsensical gibberish- save for one section...]

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23 June 2012 @ 09:57 pm
a message  
[Tonight, all radios turn on to broadcast a message heavily obscured by static.]

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30 May 2012 @ 12:31 pm
a conversation; private  
...what the hell are you doing here? I thought we already made it clear that you're not needed.
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10 April 2012 @ 10:31 pm
event: freaky friday  
[Anyone who picks up the phone tonight may hear part of a conversation from a random drone housewife speaking in hushed tones.]

Oh, of course I love my darling husband, but I do wish he wouldn’t spend quite so much time down by the tavern. The children do need to see their father more often – goodness knows I try, but I’m just a woman, I can’t set a firm example around the house! I wish he knew how difficult it is to time when to cook dinner so it’s still hot when he gets home when he doesn’t even call – oh, but enough about that nasty subject, let’s talk about something else. Did you see that dress Mrs. Johnson was wearing the other day?

[Alternatively, they may hear a teenage girl chatting with someone.]

Ugh, my mother is such a square. Can you believe she won’t let Bobby take me to Make-Out Point? He just got a new set of wheels, too! Talk about totally grody. And I hear Mary’s mom caught her and her main squeeze necking by the lake and didn’t even do anything! I wish I could have her parents.
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05 February 2012 @ 11:54 pm
event end: break  
[There is a smug, satisfied tone to Jack's voice as he speaks into the phone. Behind him, one can faintly hear the indignant cries of an angry woman.]

There we go. Good news for you folks and us, for once.

"-hand me, you brute! This is no way to treat a-"

Cripes, listen to her yell. As much as I'd like to toss the good ol' doc here to you folks and let you express your "gratitude", I'm afraid she's due for an appointment of her own. The boss-man isn't too happy with you, Wen-

[an older man's voice cuts in, exasperated.] "Quiet, you idiot! You'll get us all killed talking like that!"

"Has your son always been this stupid, William, or was it the result of your stellar parenting? Inquiring minds want to know- ow! Not so tight, are you trying to kill me?"

We ought to, but no. Anyway, folks, point is, Doc Johnson's been all taken care of. And the machine's fixed, too, so you should all be able to kill each other to your heart's content with no more weird side effects.

I think.



"Just hang up the phone, you imbecile."

Don't tell me what to do, old- [click.]
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05 February 2012 @ 09:51 am
event: new and improved  
[Another public call comes through the line - this one, however, is heavily obscured by static and the voice is tinny, almost as if it's coming from somewhere far away.]

--working yet? Ugh, finally.

All right, listen up, you lot. You probably don't like me and I sure as hell don't like any of you, but I think we can all agree that we like that woman even less, yeah? So we're gonna have to work together if we want to turn this place back into the normal, happy Mayfield - one where people don't walk around with their asses sticking out of their eyes or whatever it is she's done this time.

And don't believe any of that bullshit about how she needs her experiments to fix the revival system. I can do that easily without having to chop people up and sew them back together - hell, I would have ages ago if she didn't have that goddamn spy of hers sabotaging my every fucking move. None of this would have happened in the first place if she hadn't messed with my filters. Actually, none of this would have happened if you idiots hadn't decided to destroy a machine blindly, so I figure that you jackasses owe me one anyway. Hell, I'm such a swell fucking gentleman, I'll even throw in surgery reversals for free.

So here's what I need you to do. I need to be able to get access to the machine in the Dairy for six hours without any interruptions. You lucky fellows get to be the diversion. How you do that is up to you, just catch her attention somehow - maybe those hilariously pathetic resistance groups will actually be useful for once. And do it now - none of that namby-pamby 'oh but we should come up with a strategy that won't work anyway' nonsense. I'm giving you a free 24-hour leeway to blow up as much shit in the town as you want, so you should take advantage of it.

Just don't fuck it up again this time.

[OOC: As a sidenote, while townspeople will now be able to destroy most of the buildings in Mayfield without risk of being droned, any attempt to damage City Hall, the police station, the post office, the factory, the dairy, or the Smith's house will not work.]
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01 February 2012 @ 08:35 pm
event: new and improved  
[After the last surgery victims volunteers from day six have been released, Mrs. Johnson will make a public phone call.]

Well, that was fun, wasn't it! Everyone enjoying their lovely new changes? I think I've managed to gather all the data I need for now, so we won't need any more volunteers this month! Revivals are back and better than ever too, so you're welcome. Let's all give a round of applause to all those who made it possible thanks to their dedication to scientific innovation! [She claps her hands gaily.]

And for those of my fellow researchers in this town who are curious to learn what I've discovered, I'm pleased to announce that no one has managed to knock Mr. Pond from his standing as Mayfield's sexiest bachelor yet! Coming in at a close second is our delightful Doc Scratch - a pity about your taste in the...younger spectrum of ladies, though. I assure you, experience and maturity outweighs youth every time - the numbers don't lie! As far as countries go, Hungary ran away with the prize after I adjusted a few things here and there. My little addition makes all the difference, don't you agree? Or big addition, I should say - whoops, pardon me!

That's all for now, darlings! I may need your help again in the near future, but I'm sure after seeing how much better off everyone who signed up for my little study is, we'll just have tons of people lining up at the door to volunteer!

[OOC: This marks the end of the surgery rounds! Additionally, Mrs. Johnson may not be responding to every tag - she's a very busy woman, you know!]
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28 January 2012 @ 12:07 pm
event: new and improved  
[At some point this afternoon, Mrs. Johnson will make a public call.]

Afternoon, darlings! Just to let you all know, I've managed to gather some very valuable data thanks to the lovely folks who volunteered to participate in this little experiment of ours. After compiling all the numbers and analyzing the results of the study thoroughly, we've determined that...Rory Pond is currently the sexiest man in Mayfield! Congratulations, Rory! I'm sure your wife would be very proud if she were here...but since she isn't, my door is always open. Crowley and Grimsley, your numbers came close, but unfortunately you're going to have to step it up if you want to beat this stud. Additionally, the research also reveals that if Mayfield wasn't already the perfect place to live, Spain, Netherlands, and Australia are definitely countries a woman could feel right at home inside.

Oh...and on a less important note, thanks to our intrepid volunteers, I've gathered enough information now to start the revival process up again. See, we didn't need that machine or those two idiotic louts around after all. Never trust a man to do a woman's job - isn't that right, ladies? Now personally, I don't think we need to bring everyone back, just a few good-looking men - too many people and it gets so cluttered around here. There's still a few bumps here and there that need to be worked out, so I'll be needing a few more test subjects...but after seeing the phenomenal success rate, I'm sure you'll all just be signing right up!
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26 January 2012 @ 11:58 pm
event: new and improved  
[You wake up strapped to a gurney.

You are fastened tight by leather straps holding down each of your limbs. Even the strongest among you, despite regains or magic, will find it impossible to break free. Whether you are human, animal, or other, and regardless of your size, big or small, you are bound tight. A bright light shines in your eyes. You're not given much time to register your surroundings.

The woman standing before you is strangely familiar. You've probably seen her around town before- Mrs. Johnson, the flirty woman known to pop up now and then. Her red hair and striking smile, along with her strangely flirtatious attitude, have always seemed to mark her as a bit of an anomaly when it comes to the many drone women of Mayfield- the adult men among you that have encountered her before might have noticed that she's just a little bit... undronelike. That there's always been a little something too realistic, too conscious about her.

Right now, she's not wearing the well-pressed dress and neat heels of her normal attire. She's dressed in scrubs. Behind her stand a few other drones, each of them similarly attired, surgical masks over their faces. Mrs. Johnson smiles at you. She lifts a scalpel in one hand.

You are in a surgery room.

When Mrs. Johnson speaks, she sounds nothing like a drone. Her voice is calm and smooth and self-assured and very much undronelike.]

Hello, there. Have we met? You may call me Doctor Johnson. I'll be operating on you today. Just a few improvements. I'm a busy woman and there's plenty more on the schedule today, so do make this easy on me, will you?

I might be trying out a few experimental procedures. I see that you've signed the waiver here.

[She holds up a clipboard with a medical permissions form on it; your signature is there, perfectly forged. Of course, you don't remember writing it, because you never did.]

Don't worry about a thing. You're in good hands. [Dr. Johnson leans over you, smiling, and focuses the overhead light in your eyes, momentarily blinding you.] Nothing like a woman's touch to set things straight.

[One of the nurse drones wheels a cart over.]

Time to begin the operation.

[ooc; don't reply to this post. Please see the information post for more details.]
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26 January 2012 @ 05:23 pm
event: can't fix what ain't broke  
[Anyone who picks up the phone this afternoon may hear a conversation between two familiar men.]

[OOC: Mod only - do not tag!]
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24 January 2012 @ 10:07 pm
event: nice job breaking it heroes  
[This evening, after a certain machine has been destroyed, every radio in Mayfield turns on the same time, cutting to an announcement from a furious and shaken Mayor Doe.]

You unbelievable dumbasses! What kind of fucking imbeciles see a machine that they have no idea does what and decide to smash it?! Do you have any idea what you've all fucking --

[He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.] No, you know what? This is good. We've let you people slide for too long. You created this mess, now you have to deal with it. Maybe you'll all finally learn how good you've been having it here so far and why trying to fight us will just make things worse for you. You're just lucky she likes you all so much for some bizarre reason, otherwise I wouldn't even let Jack try to fix the goddamn thing for you ungrateful bastards.
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23 January 2012 @ 02:16 pm
event: break  
[Some of you picking up the phone this afternoon may hear a conversation between two men, although it's heavily obscured by static.]

[OOC: Mod only - do not tag!]
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18 January 2012 @ 06:51 pm
[At some point this afternoon, you may open your door to find Jill Smith standing right outside it holding a casserole. Or perhaps she's already in your living room, even though there's been no sound or sign of the door being opened. Or maybe she's in your bedroom. No matter where she is though, she'll turn to you with a vacant smile and say in a blank, perky voice:]

Hello, neighbor! Would you like to try some of my award-winning casserole?

[OOC: Jill will be visiting each house only once, so please make only one thread per household and put the address in the subject line!

EDIT: Sorry, we're not taking any more threads!]
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13 January 2012 @ 11:54 pm
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