Fifth File. [post-Zombiefield]

[clarities]

[ phone ]

Right, so - are we all situated, Mayfield? No more infestations from the undead, or very pointedly, certain idiots who let us take care of their problems? Good, very good.

Now, as I'm to understand - Miss Mokou, Mr. Minch and Mr. Yosuke all had requests for things to be built and/or repaired. If anyone else is in need of my expertise with building or simply taking things apart, then don't be afraid to put a request in. I'd rather be busy instead of bored, after all. I hear it holds off the madness that's rather infectious here. My talents don't stop at just mechanics, either. Name a subject and I'd be able to offer my services - but, please, do be reasonable and not say something impossible, like traveling dimensions or some such. If you do so, I'll simply ignore your call.

[ now filtered to her friends/acquaintances ]

As for another issue, is everyone settling in all right after that? I can help as far as medical is concerned or just to check up on you.

For those who helped me, I'll do what I can to express my gratitude. I'll start off with saying thank you. It [...] meant a lot.

[ action | around 913 Bilko Boulevard ]

[ Luckily, the garage is just as acceptable to work in and by now, she's done work on making the materials usuable. Her first invention will be something small, just to test out what she has to work with here in Mayfield. She's not expecting perfection, certainly, but the challenge is still there. And, you bet she's going to take up on the offer.

On the radio, the station's set to a classical one. Occasionally, she's humming along to the music while she's working. Want to see just what has her busy? ]

[ action | Mayfield High ]

[ Not one to observe her working on mechanical objects? Then you must be one of her teachers or her classmates! She's dressed normally with her notebooks in tow and then some, but she also looks tired. Being in an underground location for three days while warding off zombies didn't serve as appropriate sleeping conditions. She may be putting her head down for a bit, dozing off, but she snaps out of it and forces herself to wake up. At least at this point, she'll be able to regain those bags underneath her eyes.

Maybe she could sleep for a period in the nurse's office. Surely they wouldn't mind, right?

But, she is making sure to try to pay attention in class - even if she already knows the material necessary. ]

[ action | Mayfield's Drive-In ]

[ Diana's just walking around Mayfield until her supposed boss sees her around the drive-in theater. She stops to turn to face him, standing prim and proper. ]

May I help you, sir?

YOU'RE LATE! Honestly, you're lucky I kept you after all the slacking off you've done! Get in there and start selling damn tickets! In my day, if you even missed one day of work--

Excuse me, sir, but I never recall ever applying for a job here. May I see the paperwork necessary to either confirm or deny this accusation you've made against me?

Fine, but this is the last time! Also, just face it, kid - you're never gonna be a businesswoman, so I'd drop the formal tone and all that other crap.

... Pardon me, but that was incredibly rude of you to say. If I want to be a businesswoman, then I certainly have the talent for it. How dare that you insinuate otherwise is simply discouraging. After all, I'm young and what you're exhibiting could very well be enough of an impression for me to be just like you. And, we don't want that now, do we?

Tch, kids these days. Here's your damn paperwork.

[ Diana reads through it not once, not twice, not even three times - but as many times as she can. She makes sure to scan for the fine print in the document. She does this for several minutes, trying to not gloss over any important details.

Though, when she sees her signature, she grumbles a bit before handing her folder over to her "boss" and sighs. ]

Hn. Very well. Do I have a uniform?

Yeah. Now go get it and start selling tickets and concessions. They just don't make themselves, you know!

Fine, fine.

[ Now that she's dressed in the horrendous uniform, she trudges up to the ticket counter to start selling tickets. Inwardly, she's smacking her head into the still up "ACCESS RESTRICTED" sign to her library. But, outwardly, she's being the "perfect little ticket girl" that she can be, faking her smiles and cheer rather well. ]

Comments

mayfield high

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[they're in the same grade! and Terezi is bored in class. so she is just going to try to wake up the girl resting with her head on her desk.]

Hey!

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana grumbles a bit before she opens her eyes and shakes her head a little. ]

Hello...?

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[Terezi's rapping her knuckles on Diana's desk repeatedly. if Diana's run into a troll before, she'll know what she sees now, but if not- there's a girl about Diana's age standing there, except she's got grey skin, orange horns, and pointed ears and teeth. her eyes are also red with no distinction between pupil, iris, or sclera, but that's not a troll trait- it's just Terezi.]


Hiiii! Human sleeping habits are so strange. I thought you weren't a nocturnal species.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Once Diana gets her eyesight focused, she seems a bit puzzled at Terezi's actions. Is she trying to feel around for something or not? Still, it's nice to see something different here in Mayfield. ]

I just haven't been sleeping well, so we tend to fall asleep at random intervals if that's the case. Now, as far as what you're doing - are you trying to feel around for something? [ If the answer's yes, Diana's going to assume Terezi's blind. The behavior matches up for it, anyway. ]

Phone - filtered

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

Everyone who lives with me seems to be doing okay now. We were lucky. I'm glad you were, too.

Can I ask you something, though?

Phone - filtered

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

That's good.

And, sure. What is it, Miss Fortner?

Phone - filtered

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

What kind of medical knowledge do you have?

Phone - filtered

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

All kinds. What do you need?

Drive In

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask how Marisa managed it, but she's inside the concession stand helping herself to snacks.]

Drive In

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana pretends to not notice Marisa for a bit, but she does clear her throat a bit. ]

You could be a bit more secretive about sneaking in, miss.

Drive In

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa looks up from where she's scooping popcorn into a container.]

You didn't see me sneak in, did you?

Drive In

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

I did, actually. I just chose to not acknowledge you until now.

Action: Drive in

[prpl_assistant]

(Now this was a bit of a surprise.)

Miss Ethelbert? I didn't know you work here. How are you doing?

Action: Drive in

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

I apparently signed the forms without my knowledge, Miss Pauling.

[prpl_assistant]

I see. Mayfield tends to make assumptions for us.

(She smiles, a bit bitterly.)

I hope you were alright during the whole zombie crisis, Miss Ethelbert. It was very...messy.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

No, really? I thought that a zombie apocalypse was supposed to be clean.

Phone - filtered (third time's the charm)

[dclassreyvateil.livejournal.com]

Diana...? [It was a chance meeting, but the voice was familiar and Aurica remembered her name.]

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Yes, Miss Nestmile?

[dclassreyvateil.livejournal.com]

Diana.. I'm glad you made it through alright. [It doesn't necessarily sound that she's happy, but the tone is sincere at least.]

action/garage

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[If you think the drive-in uniforms are bad, you should see the monstrosity (http://s2.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/943ABB8E.jpg) the hospital shoves this tomboy into. Barton is walking home form her duties as a candy striper, looking bored and miserable as she usually does after a shift. She's got some comic books in hand as well.

Walking past Diana's garage and seeing her working in there catches her eye. It seems like there's a lot of builder-types in Mayfield. Barton's not the most social though, and doesn't know how to approach people well. So she'll stop, take a peek, and give a little wave.]

Hey.

action/garage

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana perks her head up out of what she was doing. She takes a moment to breathe before wiping at the sweat that's formed on her brow. Then, she places the washcloth on the table she's working on and turns to face Barton. ]

Hello. Are you new here?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not. It's just... neat to see people always buildin' stuff around here. A lotta people are from in the future from me, so...

drive-in

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[As she works the booth, Diana might notice through the window that it appears to be raining popcorn outside whenever a drone comes to buy a ticket and/or snacks. The culprit? A creepy 13-year-old adolescent who has somehow managed to climb atop the booth where he sits, feet hanging off the edge of the roof and a bucket of popcorn between his knees as he flicks popcorn at passersby. This can't be good for business...]

drive-in

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana has noticed the popcorn raining down, knowing that it's rather preposterous for popcorn to suddenly rain down from the sky - Mayfield's physics be damned. She goes outside to investigate it and then looks up at the boy on the roof with mild amusement. ]

Are you giving the patrons a pre-show before their movie starts, sir?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger has a fistful of popcorn ready to launch at the ticket-girl until she addresses him. She isn't scolding or trying to run him off yet so he concludes that she isn't a drone. Instead of throwing the popcorn, he crunches on some instead before answering in a quiet, playful voice.]

You could say that.