Patrol Three

[flowers_suck]

[Day]
[Action A: Walking through the streets of Mayfield, you may spot Olivier, sun glinting off the hilt of the sword at her side, the front of her dress soiled with dirt from the tray of daisies she carries.]

[Action B: Again walking through Mayfield, but this time in a clean dress, with a sewing mannequin under one arm and a bag full of fabric

Comments

A

[freakinblur]

[Don't mind Scout here. He knew Olivier well during her last time here.

But this guy comes running up to her all of a sudden.]

Major Gen'ral! Yer back again!?

Re: A

[flowers_suck]

[Don't mind her stare, she's just trying to decide how to let you know she can't remember anything from the last time she was here.]

Unfortunately. Although, I suppose my being here is better than a drone of me walking around. And you are?

[freakinblur]

Who'm I? Aw man, don't tell me you don't remember bein' here now!

D: I'm so glad wristsniper told me this would be happening.

[flowers_suck]

[She's realizing that she really needs to make a phone call to get whats left of the resistance Jolt told her about back together, so she doesn't have to keep explaining her lack of memories to practically everyone she meets.]

Not at all.

two of my characters know her, too.

[freakinblur]

[He frowns.] Man, that happens way too much in this town.

Ya seriously don't remember? Cuz ya left once 'n' came back rememberin'. I'm Scout.

[flowers_suck]

[She shakes her head.]

I had to be told about [she looks around and lowers her voice] the resistance. I would never, voluntarily, forget assembling an army.

[freakinblur]

Yeah, I guess dat's true. So someone told ya 'bout that, then? How long ya been in town?

[flowers_suck]

[She nods, and despite her not realizing she's been counting, she replies to his last question as soon as he asks.]

Today will be day twelve.

[She hesitates a moment before asking him, but only because she'd rather not know that people have been trapped here for longer than a month.]

And you?

[freakinblur]

Huh. How'd I miss ya all this time? But then I guess someone's filled ya in on this place.

Heh, I've been here for... [Let him count for a moment.] A year an' a half. Little over that, now.

[flowers_suck]

I did arrive during that milk thing. Not to mention, I wasn't about to go gallivanting around unarmed.

[She shifts the tray of daisies so that she can pat the hilt of her sword.] I suppose it was worth arriving when I did, just for this.

[And she's not going to comment on him being here that long, because the thought of it sets her on edge.]

[freakinblur]

Ya coulda asked around 'n' got yerself a gun at the very least. But hey, ya got that fancypants thing back so I guess it don't matter now.

But ya at least arrived in time ta see what kinda crap this place likes to do to us from time to time.

[flowers_suck]

I didn't want to waste my time trying to purchase one, and someone did lend me a pair of short swords. And I'm starting to think I would prefer some Drachman dungeon to this place. Just how often is from time to time?

[freakinblur]

Usually once a month 'r so? Holidays, mostly, but not always. Winter's the shittiest. Thanksgiving, Christmas 'n' New Years all in a row.

[flowers_suck]

[She really hates this place.]

I suppose that means I should get a gun, or two, just to be prepared.

[freakinblur]

Prob'ly. Doesn't hurt. I can pick ya some up if ya want.

[flowers_suck]

As long as it doesn't inconvenience you. [She's trying not to sound really happy that she didn't have to ask directly.]