Hey, just letting you all know that if you've got concrit for me, I've got a full-time concrit post on my OOC journal: code_gal

[A. On the phones, morning, filtered to those who were deleted.]

[Edgar's getting fed up with no one remembering him, and being treated with mistrust and derision. It's occurred to him, though, that in spite of the news announcer saying he's been replaced, he's still here. So perhaps, he thinks, he's not the only one.]Recently, the news ( Read more... )

[A. Morning, 1649 Albright Lane]

[Good morning, 1649 Albirght Lane! Guess what? You've got a new not!dad. Maybe you noticed him, first, or maybe you noticed the big yellow bird suddenly tethered in the backyard. Jeffry is calmly sleeping in the backyard, and Edgar can be found wandering around the house, mildly confused.]Huh. How did I end up ( Read more... )

((OOC: Imagine this is playing in the background as you read this post. It helps.))

A. Outside 838 Hastings Boulevard

[Another lovely day, isn't it? Seems like a pretty typical day in Mayfield. Y'know, except for the giant crate with air holes and hay sticking out of the cracks sitting on the lawn of 838 Hastings Boulevard. If you come too ( Read more... )

A. 838 Hastings Boulevard, Afternoon

[Well, after yesterday's poisoning, neither Edgar nor Marcell has had any milk today. So you know what that means...]

Marcell, m'boy! Come down here, would you? It's time we had a man to man talk.

[He seems to be holding a large kitchen knife, while he's at it. Which is strange, because there's nothing on ( Read more... )

[Edgar has an announcement or two for the community, and as such, he's taken up the phone and began to speak.]Mayfield, there are a few things I'd like all of you to know about me, and so this seems like the most effective method of telling all of you ( Read more... )

A. [Walking to the garage]

[Something is strange about today, but Edgar can't quite put his finger on it. His drone!wife was acting particularly unusual this morning, and there were certainly some strange messages on the phone lines. So he's walking to work, somewhat befuddled.]

B. [At the garage]

[Edgar's still relatively new on the job, and ( Read more... )

[And here's Edgar, wondering, well, where the heck here is. After quietly getting out of bed and away from the unknown woman - not the first time he's done so, either - he's dressed himself in the strange clothes available to him and wandered downstairs and outside.]

What the...?

[He's muttering under his breath, confused. Feel free to bump ( Read more... )

This journal has been accepted to Mayfield, so if any of you still have this on your friends list, you may wish to remove it now.

[His voice is muffled at first, as though the journal is off to the side, closed. It doesn’t help that he’s muttering to himself, since there’s no one else around.]

Where am I? Last thing I remember was fighting Kefka, and there was a flash of light... I think we beat him.

[There’s a pause as he looks around, and suddenly the sound can be heard ( Read more... )