[Later in the afternoon on Easter Sunday, after family time is over (whether that's church or just loafing around with chocolate bunnies), residents may notice a group of very tiny people scuttling frantically around Mayfield's park (which is where everything seems to happen, I mean, really). This is Klaus's kindergarten class, or at least, the ( Read more... )

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(mostly Hiccup but Lucrezia can tag in and be her usual Lucrezia-ish self too)

[This morning, Klaus made waffles for breakfast like usual. However, unlike usual, he has a motive. These waffles are extra-delicious and made with even more care than usual, and do you know why? Because he has a question to ask his son, and he ( Read more... )

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[Hey, family. Guess who's back from exploring the highway? This guy! Unfortunately, he had a run-in with a bear and... well... he's not doing so hot. But he's home! And sort of slumping against the entrance-way wall, not even bothering to kick the door closed behind him.  Car buddies, feel free to follow him inside, if you like, but he knows who ( Read more... )

[This isn't Westport. That means this is Mayfield, and for the first time, Klaus is honestly relieved to realize that.

His first order of business is checking on a certain someone left behind -- that is, Hiccup, who he last saw with his head ripped open, very much dead. Hiccup, if you are in the house, expect Klaus to find you... and inspect your ( Read more... )

[It's funny. When Klaus likened running Europa to running a kindergarten, he hadn't actually had any experience in kindergarten-running.

Thanks to Mayfield, that has changed. Klaus has been the proud teacher of the Mayfield kindergarten class for quite some time now -- long enough, in fact, to have compiled several notebooks worth of notes on their ( Read more... )

[Good day, Mayfield. You may notice that there is a young man you have never seen before walking down your streets. Every now and again, he pauses to inspect cars and hydrants and signs and really, everything that is fairly standard in a town from the 1950s.

Unfortunately, this young man is from some time in the 1800s, and furthermore, an alternate ( Read more... )

[It is December 28th, approximately three days after Klaus received his letter from Santa. He has thus been growing slowly more and more paranoid about how people in Mayfield really feel about him: that is, he thinks each and every one of them is laughing at him behind his back. But he is a Spark! He is a Mad Scientist Tyrant Emperor! And he will ( Read more... )

[Klaus ignored the letter when he got up, and he ignored the letter successfully for hours afterward. After hearing the mayhem over the phones all day today, he's understandably wary. Besides, he knows his letter wasn't the nicest -- hell, he was practically asking for something bad to happen to him -- and opening the reply would be opening himself ( Read more... )

[He isn't bothering with a filter. That would defeat the purpose of this call.]

This is merely to inform that citizens of Mayfield that filtering one's calls no longer guarantees privacy. I was speaking to Elizabetheta not ten minutes ago on a filtered call, and she was droned halfway through the conversation for, I can only assume, saying something ( Read more... )

[Filtered from drones, Grady, the Mayor, and the Smiths; Open to the 'conscious' town]

A question, citizens of Mayfield. Most of you, I trust, know and dislike how the Post Office operates, but one must wonder if there is some point at which its terms actually become acceptable.

I am speaking, for instance, of a regained power,skill or item that ( Read more... )