In Which Pokey Gets To Work [Action]

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, that was an idiotic diversion he didn't have time for. Pokey hardly understood what possible point the Soviet event could have had aside from agitating the living hell out of him. It was a pointless excursion in suffering, and even he thought the reason people were being killed was more or less pointless. Of course, he still got off worse than all of those who even died; after all, he had to go back to school, an entirely pointless bit of drudgery for him. 

Now that they were back in Mayfield, it was time for him to start getting a lay of the land. Getting as much paper as he could of any type and a few pencils, he headed outside to begin his slow, but necessary work. He'd start around his own house and street, drawing and graphing the surrounding area. Mapping the terrain was going to be necessary if he wanted to form a full plan for battle or action.]

[OOC: Throughout the day, Pokey is going to be going from house to house and street to street mapping the area. Feel free to confront him about what he's doing or how he's invading your privacy as he messes around on your lawn, in your backyard, in the trees near your house as he tries to peer into the second story to get an idea of whose their, ect. While this will mainly affect Ricardo Street, feel free to bump into him anywhere since this'll be affecting the entire town.]

Comments

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah. His name is Bowser. He used to talk and stuff, but he got droned a while ago and never came back.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shudders at that, looking a little afraid.]

It...it can be permanent for us? I mean...I've only been here a few days but...it seemed like it only lasted a little while when used on us.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sometimes people get droned and just sort of... stay that way. Usually they'll get replaced by someone new after a while.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That...makes droning a lot more terrifying.

...You ever get droned? Know if you remember anything afterwards, or if you're aware at all, or what?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah, droning is used as a threat around here. I was droned once a few weeks ago. You remember everything you did while you were droned when you wake up from it, too.

The weird thing is, it's not always consistent. Sometimes people get droned for months and claim to have gone back home, but then they end up back here again.

Other times, the people who are permanently droned get replaced by another new arrival to town and just disappear entirely. But a lot of the time, they show back up too. Those times, they usually don't remember having been here at all.

I'm still trying to figure it all out. There's got to be a pattern to it, but something is missing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...That's...absurd.

[He shrugs, helpless.]

Maybe there isn't a pattern to it. Maybe whoever's controlling the whole thing is just getting his jollies from it, and it's meant to be meaningless. Maybe it's meant to throw us for a loop entirely.

...I mean, if there really is someone controlling what's going on here, and not just the town itself.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Some people seem to think there's a machine somewhere powering all this. Others say it's magic. I'm not so sure myself, but I think there'll probably be some answers in the Mayor's office.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That'd be the best outcome, if it's something we can actively work with.

[He hitches his stuff up a little.]

I should probably get my work finished.

....But it was...nice meeting you, Miss Fay.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

It's Kay. But, yeah, nice to meet you.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He winces at that a little, and fights back the urge to shout that she most have told him the wrong name earlier. That he couldn't have gotten it wrong because he's a genius.

But that's not going to be particularly productive. Instead he tries to give a weak laugh.]

Sorry. Not used to meeting new people. But I guess I'll see you around.

[And he goes to leave to continue his work.]