Event: Better Dead | Action Post

[mayfield_mods]

[Officer Grady has been seen patrolling the streets the past few days, but today, you seem to be running into him even more frequently.

In fact, at some point in the day, Grady will be knocking on the door of many of the houses in town. If you choose to answer, the two of you might just have a pleasant conversation.]

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456 Stone st

[muskatli]

[Hungary had finally gotten used to the idea of people calling by phone before visiting. She's quite unprepared as she opens the door, some dirt smudges from tending to the flowers still lingering on her cheeks as she opens the door.]

I'm coming, you don't have to knock so much--

[mayfield_mods]

Hello, Miss, jus' on a little trip round the neighborhood. Is the man of the house around?

[muskatli]

It's you

[She regains her composure, putting on the comfortable manners of a maid]

Hu-- Maes is at work right now. Can I help you with anything, sir?

[mayfield_mods]

Did ya' think you lot would try an' pull something like this an' get away with it? Yer bigger idiots than I thought.

Tell me where that commie bastard is, an' it'll be worth it for ya'. One time offer.

[muskatli]

[takes a step back, but her hand tightens on the door handle.]

It's not as if I have a choice in this! I didn't choose to be a [catches herself just in time, before taking a deep breath.]

I don't know what you're talking about, but you're free to look around, if you want.

[mayfield_mods]

Choose.

To be.

A what.

[muskatli]

[She had made a mistake, and all she could do was bluff]

A housewife. Will you look around the house already, or will I have to ask you to leave?

[mayfield_mods]

Go ahead. No really, I dare ya. Do it! Do it. [the grin is not unlike that of a shark.]

[muskatli]

[She does not have her superior strength as a country back, but she shoves him with all her strength, counting with all her luck on the element of surprise.

Once she slams the door, she scrambles to the kitchen, searching frantically for the first weapon of choice--a frying pan--before turning her eyes back to the kitchen door]

[mayfield_mods]

[There's no response save for a mirthless laugh.

Hungary is droned for six hours.]

[muskatli]