[Phone]

Heya everyone. So, Halloween's in a week and I happened to notice the great lack of jack-o-lanterns on everyone's front stoops. How are we going have an amazing time trick-or-treating if everything isn't festive?

Come on, everyone. Where's the spirit? I'm totally going to set up a community pumpkin carving festival in the park this weekend. Maybe we can trade costume ideas, too. I'm dressing up as a cat. Meow~

Oh! Rin! When you hear this... [Marisa sounds a little nervous.] ...wanna come over for dinner? Mom makes the best roast. We can, um, finish that... project for school.


[1125 Taylor]

[Marisa is diligently carving pumpkins outside. The designs are a little... odd though.]

[voice]
Yo!  Just a reminder for everyone, auditions all tomorrow, all day.  Show that you've got what it takes to be a hero!

[This call goes out late at night before Beast Boy goes to bed. It's not really meant to be responded to, but if anyone has anything to say about it at this hour, it might be important, right?]

[action, 1124 Taylor, before noon]
[It is silent as the grave.  With the exception of a large green tiger rolling on the front lawn snoring its head off.  By 'all day', Beast Boy assumed that everyone would implicitly understand that Saturdays before 12 didn't actually count as part of the day; it was sheerly incomprehensible that anyone could possibly be awake and ready to go then. 

First trial for potential applicants: Get Beast Boy up and alert.]

[action, 1124 Taylor, after noon]
[Beast Boy has set up a table and three chairs in his front yard.  He tries to look as serious as he can about this endeavor, which explains why he has taken to wearing a ridiculous looking mask that makes him look vaguely like an elf and only serves to accentuate his super pointy ears.]

Alright, dude!  Show us what you've got!

((This is backdated to last Saturday; any time discrepancies will be handwaved.  Feel free to have your character show off their awesome powers even if they have no intention of joining any team!  Cain and Terra, feel free to chime in whenever and wherever you'd like.))

[Phone - Public]

Good morning! This call is addressed to anyone who might be interested in keeping a pet. I have... a number [because hell naw she's not going to say 15 on the phone provided a few didn't get lost along the way already] of Scottish Terrier puppies that are looking for new homes. They're around a year old, purchased at the pet store here a few months back. The previous owner can no longer take care of them, so I was hoping that maybe others would like to adopt them into a different household instead. They're docile around people and enjoy playing outside a lot, they're also all fit and in good health. [Not a direct result of being intimidated at will, forbidden from showing their muzzle in the house when a certain household member is also around, and forced to look for their own food half the time because the food's limited in the backyard, nope... THESE PUPPIES DON'T HAVE SPADES TO SPOIL THEM ANYMORE, but they do look ok and they're drone animals so no one can tell. SHHHH....] If you'd like to meet them in person, please feel free to drop by at 1125 Taylor Road at any time this afternoon. Thank you for your time!

[Action]
I. Taylor Road ;; Afternoon
[there is like

a dozen or something of Scottish Terrier puppies wrestling with each other on the front lawn. Ciel's somehow managed to gather them together after all, what a miracle... She doesn't look too enthusiastic about this, though, adjusting her glasses as she gives the animals a flat stare.

Close by is an angelic boy dressed in white with short and smooth black hair loitering by the fence. ...Oh wait, maybe that boy is the reason for her indifferent mood. Ciel's never happy when Merem (splitthebaby) is around, is she? But Merem at least seems to be enjoying himself with the puppies. It's not like he can talk to animals and is here to judge any potential pet owners because he cares more about drone animals than humans or anything, NOPE

Approach?]

((OOC: Joint prompt with Merem Solomon, tags will be separate to make it easier for everyone o/))

II. Church ;; Evening
[Business as usual. If the Sister isn't in the front pretending to be reading the Bible but actually working on less holy things busying over something, you can probably find her in the back kitchen. The lights are all on there, easily noticeable from the side windows to any outsider. That means the place is open for tea and sweets and dubious sound spiritual advice for any wary of mind. Got nothing especially interesting planned for the night? Why not drop by? Everyone's secretly heretical anyway.]

III. Church ;; Night
[It's past 10pm, and the lights are out. ...That is, except for a very dim one placed above the door to the back entrance of the Church. A robed figure slinks out, headed towards the small cluster of woods past the storage shed. It's late and no one really comes to the Church except for select losers. Yeah, this may look fishy, but Ciel can totally take a few steps around her own Mayfieldian natural habitat without getting accosted, right.

...Maybe...]

IV. Around town ;; Late Night
[Patrol as usual. As we know, old habits can be hard to break. It's not like anything exciting ever really happens after midnight in Mayfield, but heck, Ciel HAS gotten a few kicks in the past stalking vampires and scaring them without actually doing anything because lol OP vampire hunter with all her regains back. GIVE THEM A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE, HAH.

...ER, that is. She'll be swinging by the streets, traveling by hopping lamp posts and roofs and etc as usual, gonna stop by the park and downtown a bit to ultimately end up at Makeout Point. The view is nice, alright... And there just might be something up there, that she may or may not wanted to check up on. Also out for a midnight stroll? You might just run into her! ...Or she might end up stalking you for a bit. Hey, she never denied her line of work to be questionable...]

{ Action ; 724 Anderson - Morning }

[ Housemates might hear what sounds like a piece of furniture falling over in the master bedroom. Vader all but explodes from the room shortly after, the doorknob banging against the wall. Walking rather stiffly and somewhat bandy-legged, pulling on a spare shirt, he very nearly trips multiple times over his own feet on his furious search through the residence. ]

This can't be, it can't be the same...

{ Action ; Around Mayfield }

[ Kriff this. He's disoriented and afraid and furious. Without the Force his anger isn't a fuel, it's suffocating, but he's pelting hell for leather down the pavement as if he's got a whole squadron of Seps on his tail, gulping air. Anyone in his path might get shouldered out of the way.

Murkhana is still fresh in his mind, the Emperor's orders ringing in his ears, fighting with the abrupt wash of memories that flooded him as soon as he awoke. He hadn't been back in the galaxy more than a few hours, how can so much time have passed here? And Padmé- his wife is gone, an empty shell in a house full of other empty shells. He's failed, again.

Coming to a sudden stop, he presses white-knuckled hands to his temples. Agitated, he releases a noise of frustration, the sound welling up almost to a scream.

Yeah, so... approaching the guy in the midst of a psychotic break might not be the greatest idea. But hey. It's Mayfield. ]

[action; 1130 Taylor Road; locked to housemates (backdated to June 6th)]
[ There's a package for him today. And it's quite big, too.

He eyes it curiously, before setting it on the table to open. When he gets it open, he lets out a happy yell. ]

My guitar!

[Phone; open to all (backdated)]
Hey, I got my guitar back! This is the whole thing with getting your stuff back when crap happens, right? [ He knows something was up with Bazett and Date earlier, but did anything happen to him? ]

[action; anywhere; open to all (zombiefield, saturday)]
[ JK really regrets going outside today. These zombies are really, seriously scary.

Which is why he's running away from them, as fast as he can. He's scared as hell and has lost track of exactly where he is, so he's running around trying to find his house, but this far, no luck. ]

Oh come on go away go away please not me leave me aloneeee!

[ Okay, so the shouting makes him quite easy to spot. ]

[phone]
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!

MEGA MONKEYS 4 holy crud someone get over here and play with me RIGHT NOW.  Dude I don't care how much you hate playing games Raven I've got two controllers and an empty spot next to me on the couch.  It's been like months I bet I've missed out on a ton of downlo -- ...oh.  Right.

Nnmmmmnnnngh don't care play with me!

[action, 1124 Taylor]
[So ever wonder what the maximum volume on a TV set goes up to?  Bet you've never dialed it past the halfway point, huh?  Heck, you've probably wondered yourself why they make it go up so high when you'd have to be practically deaf to need it.

Never fear, your long-awaited answers are finally here.  The monkey screeches, banana peel slipping sounds, and bleep-bloops of gaming are fully audible at least two blocks down.  Beast Boy stares at the television with drool dripping out the corner of his mouth.  He sits in a mound of pillows, fruit juice boxes, and empty potato chip bags as he becomes one with the television.]

[action, 625 Topper Street]
[Oh yeah he had something else he needed to do, huh?  Five days later (alright alright five hours he had some self-control OK?), he stands on the doorstep of 625 Topper and rings for the bell.  Ding-dong!  Cue nervous prattling.]

Uhh. Hey, Tara! You home? I've got something I wanna ask you! If it's not a good time or something, totally cool; just... whenever you're ready, haha! Ha.

[It is pretty clear what he wants to ask from the sad posy of flowers he holds in one hand.]

Outside of 1127 Taylor Road | Morning

[When Padmé steps outside to check the mail that morning, she hardly thinks anything of it. But the fact that there's a small packaging envelope waiting with her name on it does make her pause. Frowning slightly, she glances around before carefully opening it and peering inside. Her face lights up. ]

Oh!

[Fishing a hand inside the envelope, she pulls of a charm of sorts attached to a loop of leather string.

She runs a fingertip over the careful, yet clearly childish carvings, her smile fading somewhat. She then holds the charm to her heart before pulling the loop of leather over her head. ]

[Spades Slick has a thing for dogs.

They're good animals, dogs; one of the extremely few creatures that he's kind of actually somewhat come a tiny bit close to not completely hating. They're smelly and loud and pee on the carpet, but hey, so does Boxcars and Slick still keeps him around.

Not unlike his loutish minion, dogs are loyal and, more importantly, stupid. A dog isn't constantly scheming up new ways to fuck with you, like a cat or certain psychotic Dersite hellbitches. Dogs just obey you and bite your enemies and fetch the newspaper, asking only a bit of attention and the occasional belly rub in return. In short, they are Slick's ideal pet.

Up until now, of course, he's never had the chance to actually see one outside of pictures, Midnight City not possessing any life save for carapaces and certain green assholes not to be named. He did have those dalmatians at the fire station, but Slick had a nasty falling out with them after losing to them at poker.

No, what he needed were some pups that he could raise from scratch the beginning and train to be bloodthirsty killers. So when the words "pet store" hit Slick's ears, he knew he was going to have to be careful not to go overboard.

He's pretty proud of himself when he manages to leave the pet store having only bought 15 Scottish Terrier puppies.

Slick can be found:]

[A. At the park, having decided that leashes are for chumps, and the best thing you can do with a pack of newly-purchased puppies is to turn them loose on an unsuspecting populace. He is busy throwing tennis balls up and down the park and cackling when the entire pack of puppies go chasing after them.]

Nice hustle, boys! Remember, we start with tennis balls, then we move on to kidneys. Pick it up, Slick Jr, I want to see some sweat!

[B. Outside the bar, in the middle of a heated argument with a drone standing in front of the door. The puppies are sitting behind him, wagging their tails obliviously.] "No dogs allowed"!? The hell do you think you're talking to!? I'm gonna give you one chance to get the fuck outta our way before I sic these little monsters on ya. Better get moving mac or you're gonna end up Kibbles, capiche?

Still not gonna move, eh? This fuckin' guy. Give 'em hell, boys.

[Silence. The puppies do not appear to be willing to give 'em hell.]

Goddammit, boys, we talked about this! Just- one second, pal, don't go anywhere. You're gonna get the mauling of your life in a second, that's a promise.

[C. At home in his front yard, where Slick appears to have rigged up a bizarre scarecrow. In place of a head, he's taped up a white paper plate, and he has covered the figure with barbeque sauce. The puppies are, naturally, going at it with gusto, while Slick cheers them on with devilish glee.]

That's it! Rip 'im a new one, boys! Don't let him distract you with his stupid bullshit rambling, just focus on tearing him to pieces. I'll make you runts into Crew dogs if it kills me! Or you. Preferably someone else entirely.