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Who: frogst, miraculls, and crusthatecean
What: Finding out what happens when you don't drink the milk.
When: Tuesday, 8/16
Where: 1338 Benny Road
Warning: Milkfield, murder, mayhem, etc.
[ Don't drink the milk.
This was elementary Mayfield knoweledge, the Golden Rule that wasn't about to be broken because of some silly posters. The morning milk was ignored today as it was everyday, and they had all gone about what was shaping to be another ordinary summer day.
Jade is in the front yard, kneeling in front of the small plot of land she is determined to turn into a proper garden, when a shadow passes over her. She ignores it at first, quietly continuing with her work, assuming Karkat is going to make some sort of flippant remark about her garden.
Such snarkery never comes.
It's a different sort of voice that speaks, foreign yet eerily familiar, like the way their "mother" speaks. ]
Good afternoon, little lady!
[ Jade jerks her head to look at him, staring in bewilderment at the man standing over her. She doesn't move quite yet, almost frozen to the spot. ]
I see you haven't been taking my new rules very seriously! What a shame such law breaking breaking children are our future! Don't worry, Officer Milkman has the cure for what ails ya.
[ It's now when Jade tries to move, wants to move, run or call for help, but just as her brains clicks into full alert is when she feels something bizarre wash through her. Her eyes widen, perhaps in horror, before her face slackens and relaxes. Another moment passes before a small smile finds its way to her face.
How horrible of her and her brothers to break the law with no regard. It was unbecoming for children to behave so poorly. Officer Milkman had been kind enough to show her the error of her ways. Her smile twists into something bright and haunting, unnatural. ]
Golly, thank you Officer!
[ But he's already gone. That's alright, she has lots more gardening to attend to. Nipping problems in the bud, and such. Her hand ghosts over the gardening tools that have been laid out beside her. Spade, trowel, cultivator and-
ah, her garden shears. She had worried they would be oversized when it came to caring for her garden, but now she realized they were just the right size for her new job. She grips them loosely in one hand as she stands, brushing the dirt from her skirt. Being a presentable young lady is important.
She practically skips back into the house, humming an unnerving tune. Was Karkat around? She couldn't remember. But she knew who was. ]
Gamzee! [ Her voice is an unsettling reflection of its usual tone, ringing from the living room. ] Can you come here? I need your help with something!
What: Finding out what happens when you don't drink the milk.
When: Tuesday, 8/16
Where: 1338 Benny Road
Warning: Milkfield, murder, mayhem, etc.
[ Don't drink the milk.
This was elementary Mayfield knoweledge, the Golden Rule that wasn't about to be broken because of some silly posters. The morning milk was ignored today as it was everyday, and they had all gone about what was shaping to be another ordinary summer day.
Jade is in the front yard, kneeling in front of the small plot of land she is determined to turn into a proper garden, when a shadow passes over her. She ignores it at first, quietly continuing with her work, assuming Karkat is going to make some sort of flippant remark about her garden.
Such snarkery never comes.
It's a different sort of voice that speaks, foreign yet eerily familiar, like the way their "mother" speaks. ]
Good afternoon, little lady!
[ Jade jerks her head to look at him, staring in bewilderment at the man standing over her. She doesn't move quite yet, almost frozen to the spot. ]
I see you haven't been taking my new rules very seriously! What a shame such law breaking breaking children are our future! Don't worry, Officer Milkman has the cure for what ails ya.
[ It's now when Jade tries to move, wants to move, run or call for help, but just as her brains clicks into full alert is when she feels something bizarre wash through her. Her eyes widen, perhaps in horror, before her face slackens and relaxes. Another moment passes before a small smile finds its way to her face.
How horrible of her and her brothers to break the law with no regard. It was unbecoming for children to behave so poorly. Officer Milkman had been kind enough to show her the error of her ways. Her smile twists into something bright and haunting, unnatural. ]
Golly, thank you Officer!
[ But he's already gone. That's alright, she has lots more gardening to attend to. Nipping problems in the bud, and such. Her hand ghosts over the gardening tools that have been laid out beside her. Spade, trowel, cultivator and-
ah, her garden shears. She had worried they would be oversized when it came to caring for her garden, but now she realized they were just the right size for her new job. She grips them loosely in one hand as she stands, brushing the dirt from her skirt. Being a presentable young lady is important.
She practically skips back into the house, humming an unnerving tune. Was Karkat around? She couldn't remember. But she knew who was. ]
Gamzee! [ Her voice is an unsettling reflection of its usual tone, ringing from the living room. ] Can you come here? I need your help with something!