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[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. ]

[ Diana didn't understand why she disappeared like she did in her dream. What did the green discharge actually mean and why couldn't she piece two and two together? Furthermore, why did she feel that the dream was oddly prophetic in some form?

Still, when she hears her name called on the television, her eyes widen and she pinches herself rather hard to see if she's still dreaming.

Okay, no. She isn't. However, she knows she's still here. She's standing right here, after all! ]

...That's not right. I'm standing right here.

[ Phone ]

That message on the telly was a lie. We're still here, or else I wouldn't be speaking to you.

[ She pauses, as if the words she's going to say next are foreign in her mouth. ]

Please... You have to believe me.

[ Action: Around Mayfield. ]

[ And like that, even though it's bitterly cold outside, she's taking to the streets to try to get to the bottom of this. Sure, she accepted the dream and all, but she still woke up from it fine and well. So, if you know Diana, she's probably coming to your house and seeing if you have the same reaction to this mess like she does.

A small part of her is hoping that there's a familiar face out there that will believe her. Because, otherwise, she doesn't know what to do other than to try to convince them. And she hates not knowing what to do. ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Outside. ]

[ Anyone expecting to find Diana today will find her staring at the present that was left at their doorstep - a turkey. She doesn't exactly trust it, since hey for all she knows it could be yet another prank pulled by Mayfield. And she doesn't want to take that risk.

So, she's staring at the turkey as if waiting for something to happen. And, you know what - it is the most intense staring contest imaginable. ]

I don't trust you.

[ Yes, she's fully expecting something to happen because dammit, Mayfield isn't this nice. ]

[ Phone | Filtered from Drones. ]

So, who here thinks that Mayfield's up to something again? Surely they just wouldn't offer us turkeys without at least something up their sleeve.

Anyone want to play the accusation game while this is happening?

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Well, after things have been pretty much completed in her lab, Diana has taken the initiative to make a small cubby hole in the corner of a library and is pretty much sleeping in it. Now that her projects are done, she can finally let herself sit back and relax for once. There's a book over her face to block out the light and possibly the sounds too. Other than that, she actually looks peaceful for once. Do you wish to wake her up from this? ]

[ Though, if the library isn't your thing, later on she can be found in the music room by the piano and is playing Beethoven's Fur Elise just to warm herself up. She plans on spending quite a bit of time here just to unwind and relax even further. The door is open to hear this music playing. ]

[ Action: John Doe Park ]

[ To continue in her relaxation, Diana's taken to sitting under a tree and has her eyes closed. It appears as if she's meditating to help clear her mind. The quiet sounds of nature and the sounds of animals moving around ease her even more. Sure, she knows that her guard may be down, but she's diligent to open her eyes if anyone approaches her. ]

[ Phone | Filtered to custodismundi ]

Hey, Abel. Do you mind holding another lesson? This time, I want to try something a bit more difficult.

[ Phone | Filtered to princeofjunes ]

Mr. Yosuke, the stage is finished. When do you want me to deliver it?

[ Phone | Filtered to canhasfuhrer ]

Mr. Mustang, I've finished your gloves. When do you want me to deliver them?

[ phone | filtered to close friends/allies/acquaintances ]

I know I just made a phone call a couple of days ago, but I wanted to let you all know that I have talked with this "the Joker" fellow recently and I can trust him as far as I can throw him. So, if you happen to see him when you're with me, then please address me as Julia Hendrickson instead of Diana Ethelbert. Julia Hendrickson is one of my aliases that I use strictly for matters such as these.

Furthermore, if you have any information at all about him, I'd like to know so that I can start to plan in advance.

Thank you in advance.

[ phone | filtered from drones and laff_a_lympics ]

Would anyone be able to give me information on the Joker? Anything would suffice, even if it's a small tidbit. Thank you.

Additionally, is there a list of people here that we ought to avoid, even if they come from our own worlds? If not, I'd like to start one up. Again, thank you in advance for this.

( OOC: If your character has gotten along great with Diana, they'll be able to hear the first part of her post. if you have any questions, PM/IM me or contact me on plurk! )

[ Action: Mayfield General Store ]

[ Those who come by today will find Diana searching for fabric. Even though she's exhausted, she knows that her

work needs to be done. However, it seems that through her oh-so lovely option of not taking care of herself, she has a case of the sniffles that could very well develop in to a full-blown cold. ]

...hm, how much should I get?

[ Don't mind her, though. She's just going to stand here and think about this for a bit. ]

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard ]

[ Thought she was going to go straight to bed after coming home from the store? As if. Diana can be found working on the outside modifications that she's been working on every so often. This is just one of the many projects she's been working on and it's almost done. All she needs to do is wire a few more things up and then the security system will be in place. ]

Ah... Achoo!

[ She blows her nose on a handkerchief and merely shakes her head. There's work to be done and she needs to finish this before moving on to her other projects that have been piling up. ]

[ Phone | Filtered from Drones ]

What are your opinions on the upcoming holidays? In addition, do you have upcoming plans or not yet?

[ Phone | Filtered from Drones ]

As you may have heard from Mr. Edelstein's phone call, there will hopefully be a concert come this November. I am asking myself if there would be anyone interested in attending so that I can see how many seats, tickets, and possibly concessions we'll need. If you'll give me your name and where I can find you, it would be much appreciated.

Thank you.

--also, there has been something on my mind as of late. If you're one of the countries as Mr. Jones so aptly said himself, would you mind replying here and then give me a brief description as to how you were born and/or discovered? I realize that this is a weird question and rather forward, but I do thank you for your time given. It's just that this sort of thing isn't in my world, so I'm rather curious. So, if you may, then thank you.

( Action: Mayfield High )

( Action: Greased Lightning Garage. )

( Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Locked to Mokou. )

[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard after Homecoming. Nighttime. ]

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[ Action: 913 Bilko Boulevard. Morning. ]

[ Once again Ed wakes up somewhere that is not his own house. Still Mayfield, the room looks the same, but it's not his. His head is pounding and his stomach is rolling and for the love of... WHY IS IT SO BRIGHT IN HERE? He rubs at his eyes and groans before bending over and holding his head in his hands. ]

What... Ugh... I think my head is going to explode.

Mmmn... [ Diana makes a small noise, opening her eyes slightly before yawning loudly. She's stayed by Ed's side the entire night and didn't get much sleep herself. ] Here. It'll help. [ She hands him a glass of water that's been on her dresser for a while. ]

[ That was not a voice he was expecting to hear. He moves way too fast as he sits up and he winces, wishing very much that he was still asleep. After a moment, he groggily takes the glass of water, his brow furrowed in confusion. ]

Thanks.... I...

What's going on? Why are you...? [ Words. Sentences. He is trying to form them, but his head hurts too much. ]

I took you home, here, last night. I saw that you weren't feeling too well after drinking the punch that was spiked, so I decided to take you somewhere that you'd be safe. [ She notices the movement and shakes her head. ] Just take it slowly, okay? Don't take too much on once here.

... And I, well... took care of you. [ That part's grumbled a little, but she's smiling a little bit. ]

[ He's thinking. It hurts, but he's thinking. Punch? What punch? When did he drink any pun --

Oh. Oh. DAMN IT. Did he honestly... He can't remember most of the night, but he remembers going to homecoming and he remembers have a bit of punch and.... Way to go Ed. Way to get completely smashed. ]

Damn it, I'm...

Sorry, I just...

... Thanks.

Don't mention it. I'd rather you'd be safe instead of harmed, especially when your guard's down. [ She moves a bit, hearing her joints crack a bit. Bad posture will do that to you. ] Want me to give you breakfast in bed?

N-no you don't have to do that. Really.

Don't worry about it. [ She turns to give him a little smile. While she's just exhausted, she knows that people generally do not move that well while being hungover. ]

[ Nope. Moving would be a bad idea right now, but Ed feels kind of terrible about all of this. ] I'll be fine. You've done enough for me as it is.

But yet, if I were to use equivalent exchange, you've helped me out this far with alchemy. As well as other things. [ The last part is muttered. ] So, consider this my part of returning what was given to me. [ There's a slight smirk at the end. ]

[ .... and then he just grins. There is no arguing with that. ] Fair enough.

I'm glad, then. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be back soon. [ She leaves her room to make some breakfast - all of which will be very healthy, but yet fulfilling. She's sure it'll make her fellow housemates suspicious as to why she's cooking breakfast, but hey - she has to pull her own weight around here, too.

Though, maybe she should've warned Ed about Mokou... Or Nall. Whoopsies. ]

[ Phone/Filtered from Drones ]

If you're looking for Edward Elric, don't worry - he's at my house and he is safe. Due to the lovely efforts to spike the punch at homecoming, he was one of the victims. To those of you who did spike it, please be at least somewhat original. That gag is old by now.

( OOC: Permission was given to put Ed in here. :D If you want either

unexculpable or

notalwystrthful, specify it in the subject line and they'll tag you back! The morning action is for housemates and anyone visiting and the phone is completely open. Enjoy! )

[ 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. )

( Action | Mayfield High. )

( Action | Mayfield's Drive-In )

[ Action ]

[ Anyone who's looking for Diana at 913 Bilko Boulevard won't find her there. She's hit the streets, running as far as she can with a butcher knife in her hands. She knows she's not a fighter, but rather a thinker, but she's willing to sacrifice the thinking aspect for her natural instincts. And those very same natural instincts will come in handy. She cuts through a few of them until she reaches 848 Goldberg Street. Through her note taking, she had a sneaking suspicion that this house had something special. So, she runs through the yard and goes over to the shed.

She opens the door to the shed and takes a moment to breathe before walking inside, closing the door behind her. The floor drops about seven feet underground to where she ungracefully falls right on her backside. She makes a little grunting noise and shakes her head before getting up. Okay, she was right. This place does have stuff in it.

She takes note of the rifles, pistols and all of the weapons stored inside of it before finding an area to sit down in. Now was the time to protect those that she actually gives a damn about. ]

[ Phone | Filtered from drones. Filtered to her friends/housemates. ]

I urge those who can hear this to come to the shed on 848 Goldberg Street. You will be protected from the infestation outside, so you needn't worry about that.

Don't go ahead and win the Darwin Award, too. If I'm offering you protection, please take me up on it. If you don't, then please do go ahead and win the Darwin Award.

Thank you.

( OOC: For the action part, if you want your character to join her in the shed/underground bunker, go ahead. As far as the phone's concerned, if your character has gotten along with Diana, then the message is filtered to them! We can always segue into action later.

She'll also probably be in the shed as long as the event's going on, droning or no droning, too. )

[Phone]

Hello. I have a small request, Mayfield.

Would someone be able to lend me a few tools and pieces of metal? I would like to begin building something, and with how utterly useful the town is, it's hard to get materials on my own.

You will be repaid for your generosity.

[Action | Around Mayfield]

[ Those who see Diana around may find her either A) writing down notes of some kind, B) trying to find spare materials around so that she could begin her little project or C) purchasing a few things - such as more "school supplies" and blueprint paper. Since she can't actually look the information she'd need up herself, she'll have to make do with what she's got.

She does appear to be in thought for these tasks, humming a little song so that it's not eerily silent. The drones can be creepy, even to her. ]

[Action | 913 Bilko Boulevard | Open]

[ Diana's around the house doing - gasp! - something reserved for boys! She's dismantling a few things and doing her best to take 'em apart, dressed in a junk t-shirt and a pair of light pants with a ponytail. It's obvious that she doesn't look like she can't even lift a heavy tool, but she's making use of what she has available to her at home.

Care to see what she's working on next? ]

[Action, 913 Bilko Boulevard]

[ Upon Diana's awakening, she lets out a little groan and sits up, rubbing her head. She expects that she's going to have yet another headache, however that doesn't seem to be the case. She knew she was in the process of actually getting used to her library and utilizing it to its' utmost efficiency, however to feel that empty in her head was something she didn't exactly want. ]

Where could my library be...?

[ She closes her eyes and takes a breath before trying to access her library, only to be greeted by an "ACCESS RESTRICTED" sign. She tries several times, and is again greeted by the same results. This is, decidedly, not a good thing. ]

...No. That's not right--

Finally, you're up! It's your turn to do chores, you know. Come on, you can't be in your room all the time!

Tch.

[Phone]

I'm not entirely too fond of the whole kidnapping aspect in addition to making you think you're already in a family when you know the truth otherwise.

However, if I may, would I be able to acquire some information about where I've been sent to? I know that this is not my home in the slightest. Thank you for your time.