LEGEND OF MAYFIELD I: The Sinister Shanghai Shuffle!

[monk_of_keyfu]

[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

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[hintcoinplz]

[Luke is not entirely sure if it's a good idea to talk to this person, but finally curiosity gets the better of him.]

Um, sir...are you all right? Doesn't that hurt?

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu looks over and down to the little boy. But he's still crosseyed.]

Certainly not! My feet are fully protected by the noble sacrifice of these loafing pennies!

[Those do look like penny loafers on his feet, there.]

[hintcoinplz]

Uh, right...that still looks sort of uncomfortable.

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu brings a fist up over his head in a dramatic gesture, enthusiastic as ever!]

The ways of Key-Fu demand a mind and body impervious to the poking of unpleasantness! One can not hope to be the tupperware of the world, protecting it from the odious odors of hooligans, without such integrity!

A

[imjustpicky]

[Yes, Picky does remember that drone-dad in the house. He didn't like him very much. But coming down the stairs for breakfast and seeing... seeing... that guy is a shocker.

What's going on? Is this how it works when drones get replaced by real people?]

...you're... you're going to break the phone, if you keep doing that!

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Looking over to Picky now, but he never stops grinning cross-eyed.]

Forsooth! Surely the baby bells would weep at such shoddy workmanship!

[He's still standing there with the receiver held high, though. Get a load of that lens flare.]

[imjustpicky]

[The man is using words. He's talking English. But the words are kind of jittering around and refusing to play nice in his head.

He stares for a good ten seconds before speaking again.]

Uh. I'm Finch Twoson. I guess you're my dad, now...?

[monk_of_keyfu]

How strange! I do not believe I have adopted a pair of birds!

B: A Fencing Championship

[taser_facial]

[ Sokora's walking down the street when he sees... someone who really does appear to be new to this town. The perch upon the points of a fence - well, okay, he can deal with that. Crossed eyes, much the same. But the grin... that demands some attention. ]

I beg your pardon, sir, but is there a reason you're up there?

Surely I will protect my claim to the title with a good defence!

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu's cranes his neck to look over at Sokora.]

Most certainly, for it is the pickets that provide potent perlustration!

Surely nothing could be more pointed!

[taser_facial]

I...

[ The man pauses, and stares at the student of martial mayhem who inhabits this slice of Mayfield. ]

Beg pardon, could you say that again? I fear I've misheard.

[monk_of_keyfu]

Behold!

[Even without his superhuman speed, Key-Fu is still capable of some pretty quick movements. In a fraction of a second, he's now in a martial arts kata pose, one palm extended out toward Sokora as if he were directing traffic.]

I have padded my height to well-endowed status, like so many platform shoes! Surely my eyes are as the watchtower of Jimi Hendrix!

[shadowflashkick]

-He's taking a leisurely walk... and blinks at the man on the fence. Nothing odd here! So he's going to pretend he doesn't see him and keeps on walking.-

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Oh your hairstyle is not going past Key-Fu unnoticed.]

Behold! The prow of a blond icebreaker approaches!

[shadowflashkick]

-He sighed and paused. This was an interesting fellow. Been a while since he ran into one of these...-

Is there something I might be able to help you with?

[monk_of_keyfu]

[With his fists still on his hips, Key-Fu nods generously.]

Most certainly! This morning, the forces of unpleasantness have spirited me away to this hamlet of happenstance! I seek a most generous briefcase of knowledge!