[ order 1 - a road to ruin ]
[ 914 Bilko Blvd ]
[The neighbors probably heard Integra's scream of pure, undiluted outrage, like the war cry of an Amazon. If you weren't awake already, housemates, you will be now- your new, blonde not!wife/mommy might also attempt to thrash Rider into next week out of pure instinct, poor guy.
She'll cool down. Eventually.]
[ Action - Hardware store ]
[All right. Though she doesn't precisely believe her housemates' outlandish claims, she's since chilled out quite a bit. Anger simmers beneath a frosty exterior, her mouth pressed into a line. Forget frilly dresses and a-line skirts, she's raided her faux!husband's Mayfield-wardrobe for trousers, an oxford and a tie. The masculine effect on the tall woman is somewhat disturbed by her coiffure, a glorious beehive to be envied by all who might gaze upon it. It didn't do too well against the roof of the car when she drove through town on a bit of recon, according herself a few near-misses- all of the corrections she'd grown accustomed to from having lost one eye hindered her once more now that she has it back.
Finally, finally, she makes a stop. What does Sir Integra Hellsing deign to purchase on her very first day in Mayfield?
A handgun.
Mayfield doesn't sell firearms to women? All right then. Adult males aren't in short supply around a hardware store, and so it's within short order that she finds one.*]
You. I need you to purchase something for me.
[And before they can protest, Integra displays a wad o' cash.]
I'll reimburse you for your services.
[ Phone ]
[Well, it's been a long day, Mayfield. Once again armed, though a great deal less than she would prefer, Integra is back at the house on Bilko and moodily considering her options. She drags her chair over to the phone and hits it up.]
I need to know more about Mayfield. Who's in charge here?
((*First guy to respond gets the privilege! Someone who'll actually buy a gun for her with minimal fuss, please.))
[The neighbors probably heard Integra's scream of pure, undiluted outrage, like the war cry of an Amazon. If you weren't awake already, housemates, you will be now- your new, blonde not!wife/mommy might also attempt to thrash Rider into next week out of pure instinct, poor guy.
She'll cool down. Eventually.]
[ Action - Hardware store ]
[All right. Though she doesn't precisely believe her housemates' outlandish claims, she's since chilled out quite a bit. Anger simmers beneath a frosty exterior, her mouth pressed into a line. Forget frilly dresses and a-line skirts, she's raided her faux!husband's Mayfield-wardrobe for trousers, an oxford and a tie. The masculine effect on the tall woman is somewhat disturbed by her coiffure, a glorious beehive to be envied by all who might gaze upon it. It didn't do too well against the roof of the car when she drove through town on a bit of recon, according herself a few near-misses- all of the corrections she'd grown accustomed to from having lost one eye hindered her once more now that she has it back.
Finally, finally, she makes a stop. What does Sir Integra Hellsing deign to purchase on her very first day in Mayfield?
A handgun.
Mayfield doesn't sell firearms to women? All right then. Adult males aren't in short supply around a hardware store, and so it's within short order that she finds one.*]
You. I need you to purchase something for me.
[And before they can protest, Integra displays a wad o' cash.]
I'll reimburse you for your services.
[ Phone ]
[Well, it's been a long day, Mayfield. Once again armed, though a great deal less than she would prefer, Integra is back at the house on Bilko and moodily considering her options. She drags her chair over to the phone and hits it up.]
I need to know more about Mayfield. Who's in charge here?
((*First guy to respond gets the privilege! Someone who'll actually buy a gun for her with minimal fuss, please.))