LEGEND OF MAYFIELD I: The Sinister Shanghai Shuffle!
[BACKDATED TO OCTOBER 21 (Before "It Came from the Dairy Aisle" Event)]
[PHONE(Morning, OPEN TO ALL)] [ACTION - A(LOCKED TO HOUSEMATES)]
[Hey, Picky. Remember that drone father in your house when you woke up yesterday? The one with the nice blue Avery vest and grey slacks?]
[He's been replaced, and his replacement is currently down in the living room.]
Behold! It is with great fortune that I, the Monk of Key-Fu, lovingly caress the fruits of Alexander Graham Bell! With this device I shall peruse the plastic pipeline to discover the nature of my putrid pilferers of pleasantness!
[He is ... sort of speaking on the phone. Rather, he's triumphantly holding the receiver into the air and heroically declaring his intentions out to nobody in particular, and the phone is picking it up. Key-Fu's pretty loud, anyone on the phones will be able to hear him fine.]
Gracious! I must inform the lawful paperweight department of this manly napping!
[ACTION - B (Outside 7132 Brooks Lane, Morning/Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Key-Fu is currently standing on the guard rail of his house's picket fence, his fists on his hips, looking around the street as if he were some sort of superhero watching over the town's citizens.]
[Yes, he's balancing on the picket fence. His eyes are also crosseyed. And he won't. Stop. Grinning.]
My! I appear to have been transplanted into the dimension of doo-wop! A most portentous temporal tempura awaits me!
[PHONE(Morning, OPEN TO ALL)] [ACTION - A(LOCKED TO HOUSEMATES)]
[Hey, Picky. Remember that drone father in your house when you woke up yesterday? The one with the nice blue Avery vest and grey slacks?]
[He's been replaced, and his replacement is currently down in the living room.]
Behold! It is with great fortune that I, the Monk of Key-Fu, lovingly caress the fruits of Alexander Graham Bell! With this device I shall peruse the plastic pipeline to discover the nature of my putrid pilferers of pleasantness!
[He is ... sort of speaking on the phone. Rather, he's triumphantly holding the receiver into the air and heroically declaring his intentions out to nobody in particular, and the phone is picking it up. Key-Fu's pretty loud, anyone on the phones will be able to hear him fine.]
Gracious! I must inform the lawful paperweight department of this manly napping!
[ACTION - B (Outside 7132 Brooks Lane, Morning/Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Key-Fu is currently standing on the guard rail of his house's picket fence, his fists on his hips, looking around the street as if he were some sort of superhero watching over the town's citizens.]
[Yes, he's balancing on the picket fence. His eyes are also crosseyed. And he won't. Stop. Grinning.]
My! I appear to have been transplanted into the dimension of doo-wop! A most portentous temporal tempura awaits me!