[phone]

I'm Kumatora, and I've got a quick message for all the dumb guys out there.

And I mean just the dumb ones, 'cause here's the message: I dare ya to try messin' with me today. You can if ya want, but I'm gonna make ya regret it later. Just thought I oughta say that.

[action; around town]

[If, for whatever reason, any male (or female) inhabitants would still like to bother Kumatora, they can encounter her in a few locations:]

a) 846 Goldberg: Kumatora's daily routine includes a whole lot of nothing, typically, but family members could find her snacking on something in the kitchen, or slothing in the living room or her bedroom.

b) the park: Find her climbing trees, taking a nap, or just strolling about.

c) the streets: Find her zipping around on her bike at dangerous speeds, or see her on a little break where she'll be resting in the shade of a tree.]

[Kumatora is under the influence of the magic mint pollen. If that isn't immediately obvious.]

[phone; public]

Alright, Mayfield, I got a question.

I wanna go out and kiss some people, but I don't think I can just walk up to 'em and ask. It's not that easy, right? When I worked as a waitress they sorta taught me how to act all girly and flirty or whatever but does that crap actually work? It's so dumb. Is that what guys really like? I don't wanna do that. There's gotta be a better way.

That's why I'm asking you guys, anyways. So who's got some tips?

[action; the park]

[Roughly between the age of 14 and 18? Cool. Kumatora will probably approach you. She will also be grinning like a doofus.]

Hey!

You wanna make a bet with me?

[Shh. This totally how normal people start conversations. Just go along with it. It's probably not some weird plan to get you to kiss her or anything.]

[action; backdated to the morning after the first day]

[Which way was it to get home?

Home. Not exactly the right word. Nowhere in Mayfield was home, really. It was a fake, horrible place where they tortured people for no reason and screwed with people's heads. Physically, this time. The pain wouldn't stop. That's all she wanted--just for it to please, please stop. She felt exhausted. She hadn't slept in the hospital since she regained consciousness. If she could do anything to make the pain stop, she would. What could make it stop?

Kumatora can be found trudging back to 846 Goldberg, taking a route that meanders around town with no apparent sense to it. She can't focus on the directions. She holds her head in one of her hands and keeps the other stuffed in her pocket. Her face is red and flushed from exposure and her mouth his locked in a pained grimace. One step. Another step. One more step. Just one more, one more, one more…]

[action; locked to the residents of 846 Goldberg]

[Once home, Kumatora immediately starts shouting hoarsely. Anyone who knows her would never recognize this tone. She sounds frantic, desperate and completely rattled.]

Lucas! Lucas!! Who's home?! I need--I need… somebody! C'mon. Somebody's gotta be home!