12 April 2012 @ 11:47 am
Third truth ღ Backdated to a couple days after Port West  
Outside 772 Bunker Street | Action for housemates or anyone passing by:

[Shirley takes a few packages out of the mailbox. The first one she opens eagerly, only to have a large glove immediately punch her square in the face.]

Ow!

[Indignantly, she rubs the shiner it gave her, before moving onto the next package... which is buzzing. Shirley stares at it and then promptly decides not to open it, opting for the third.

It looks different from the other two. Is this one of those mythical 'things from home'? There's only way to find out...]


Phone | Unfiltered:

Uh, hey! It's Shirley again. I have kind of a weird question. Two weird questions!

What's the strangest thing you've ever gotten back in the mail?

And, um. How long can you keep bees holed up in a box before they get out? Can you toss them in a lake or something? Just wondering.

Thanks for the help!
 
 
31 March 2012 @ 07:20 pm
Second truth ღ Forward-dated to April 1st  
Phone | Public | Optional Action for Housemates:

This isn't as bad as I thought it would be, after everyone kept telling horrible stories about having to kill each other! It even seems like fun!

I don't think we should try to make anyone cry, though. That's too mean. Pranks are supposed to be a way to have fun with your friends, not hurt anybody's feelings.

Downtown Mayfield:

[Shirley can be found in many of the shops around Mayfield, busily searching for any number of things! As a housewife, it's her job to do the shopping, but she seems to be looking for more than just the essentials today. She's as friendly and happy as usual, but there's definitely something guarded about her.

If someone comes close to her, she'll offer them a smile and a slightly cautious:]


Hi...
 
 
16 March 2012 @ 09:38 pm
First Truth ღ Forward-dated to the next day  
Phone | Public, Unfiltered:

[It's the day after Shirley arrives, and some time after her new housemate makes his own phone call, that Shirley eventually makes her own. She tries not to sound too scared, not wanting to burden anyone else with her worries, but there's still a lost uncertainty to this place.]

...Wha-what is this place...? I've been told a little bit, but I don't think I understand. Why would someone do something like this? It doesn't make any sense.

[A pause.]

Uhm. If it's not too much trouble, if you know anyone with the last name Fenette, could you tell me where he lives? Thanks.

Action | Around Town:

[Shirley is meandering through town, glancing in the windows of various shops. She seems highly alarmed by the drones, but if she meets eyes with someone who seems to have an actual consciousness in their gaze, she'll smile back at them and even wave.

Or you might just find her wandering through the rows and rows of houses, maybe down your block, looking completely lost.]
 
 
17 March 2012 @ 12:14 am
01. nightmares | action/phone  
[BEDROOM: Action for Shirley]

Bad dreams are nothing unusual when you do this kind of work. )

[LIVING ROOM: Action for Misaka]

[Meet your new "parents": a pale, dark-haired man in his mid-twenties, and a red-haired woman so young that it might be more appropriate to call her a girl. They stand in the living room in the nightclothes they woke up in: white pajamas with blue stripes for him, a short, filmy nightie for her, with a sheet wrapped over the top of it for decency. The expression on the man's face as he looks around is a combination of bewilderment, frustration, and intense annoyance. He picks up an old-fashioned photograph of himself with the woman and two children he's never seen, peers at it, then hands it to her without a word. The woman stares at it, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, her brow furrowing deeply, and her hands flexing just a little as she clutches the frame a little more tightly.

These new additions to your household haven't made a lot of noise, but maybe it's been enough to attract your attention. You're in the picture too, after all.]


[PHONE w/ all appropriate filters: The next day]

[The man's voice is soft and low.]

It's my understanding that there are some of you who would be willing to help a new arrival as much as you can.

If that's the case, I'm curious: what were you doing before you came here?