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

[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.

[prpl_assistant]

(Sarcasm all around?)

Not messy in that sense, but rather...chaotic, I suppose.

How are you adjusting to Mayfield?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, yes. ]

Chaotic is a good word for it, I suppose.

And, fairly well. Why do you ask?

[prpl_assistant]

(She smiles back.)

I just wanted to know how you were doing, Miss Ethelbert, nothing else. We both came to Mayfield around the same time after all, and I was slightly concerned about you during the whole outbreak.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana doesn't smile back at you. She's still oh so very wary of you and your motives. ]

I was fine and I knew how to take care of myself through it.

[prpl_assistant]

That's good then.

(She reaches into her bag and takes out a sheet of paper, which she passes to Diane.)

You might find this information useful; I don't know how much of it you know already, but I thought you might appreciate it.

(The notes contain information about The Doctor and his abilities, as well as his attempt at the hospital.)

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana takes the sheet of paper and reads through it. Now, she's skeptical as to why Miss Pauling is so readily sharing her notes with her, but she's going to disregard it to the best of her ability. Perhaps she left more of an impression on her than she previously thought. ]

Hmm... Thank you very much. These will be useful.

[ She folds the sheet of paper and places it in her pocket. ]

[prpl_assistant]

I hope so. I think that you'll be able to use this information well.

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Trust me, I will.

[prpl_assistant]

Alright then.

By the way, I'd like to buy a bucket of popcorn, if that's ok with you?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[ Diana turns around to get it, making sure to watch her back in case if Miss Pauling has any ideas. ]

Do you want butter on it?

[prpl_assistant]

Yes, that would be great.

How much would that be?

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

Thirty-five cents, Miss Pauling.

[prpl_assistant]

Here you go then.

(She passes the money to her and just waits for the popcorn. Is she really planning something, or is she really just...buying popcorn?)

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana puts the butter on the popcorn and hands it over to Miss Pauling. She then collects the change and puts it in the register.

Still, she is wary of her. ]

[prpl_assistant]

Thank you Miss Ethelbert. I'll see you around then, have a good day.

(With that, she collects her popcorn and walks towards the managers room. She knocks on the door and the drone comes out.)

Excuse me sir, I'd just like to compliment you on the service you have here. Miss Ethelbert was really prompt with the popcorn and I'm really glad you have such great staff working here. Thank you so much, and I'll definitely come another time.

(And there she goes.)

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

You too, Miss Pauling.

[ Diana watches her carefully before returning to her other duties. ]

[prpl_assistant]

(Miss Pauling just continues walking down the street, round the corner, down another street and round yet another corner until she's sure that she's out of sight...

...before she starts laughing. Miss Ethelbert was really so paranoid, she was even worse than the Snipers when they were spy-checking. Chuckling to herself, she headed back home, wondering whether the teen would even believe the information she passed to her. No one couldn't fault her for sharing this time.)

[notalwystrthful.livejournal.com]

[ Diana's defenses are up at all times, even when she doesn't have the valuable access to her library. She's thinking of reading that note to see what kind of information it has in store.

But, that will come later. She can play Mayfield's games easily. ]