[Forward-dated to Tuesday]

[Ladies and gentlemen of Mayfield, Tybalt has regained his clothes!

This might not sound like much of a regain, but, well, if you've interacted with him before, the difference is a little jarring. You see, until today, he'd been wearing the darkest Mayfield-provided clothes he could find, with no real regard for how they ( Read more... )

[As far as Tybalt's perception goes, his existence suddenly cuts from Lucy's call to Tybalt himself lying on the floor of the kitchen with the phone still hanging off the hook and his face in a small pool of his own saliva.

He's also sore, far moreso than he's been since he came to Mayfield (save when he was riddled with bullets at the dairy). He ( Read more... )

[Well, Tybalt's in a better mood.

Somewhat.

Slightly.

By Tybalt standards.

You see, he's regained his locket, which contains a photograph of his cousin Julia, and while this doesn't quite make him, you know, happy, seeing as he's been informed how the story ends, but he's at least walking out of the post office like he can see where he's going now ( Read more... )