Entries tagged with what is this i don't even

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51st Resurrection

Why look! It's your friendly neighborhood Mr. Crawford who happens to be out washing his car today at 337 Brady Lane. Sure, it might be getting a bit chilly for that, but chores are chores, right?

He'll smile, wave and give a friendly greeting to all those who pass by! That is your first clue something is wrong. But if you turn and walk away, expect to be blasted with a sudden jet of water. One that's way too strong. It'll bruise, or knock you over, or slam you against a nearby tree or mailbox. That's a hose that's been backed with gravity magic. Ouch.

And somewhere under a dumpster an alleyway would be Theo tucked away in his pod, sleeping more peacefully than he has in ages.

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48th Resurrection [Backdated event post - Locked to Panty]

[Theo doesn't know the blonde woman lying unconscious next to him. No matter. He didn't particularly care. He's been through this particular little song and dance before, and knew that they were trapped in this room for the next several hours.

He wasn't going to bother to wake her. Instead, he simply got up, took the tie and jacket from his tux off, and began to raid the minibar for all the booze its got. That was the only thing that was going to get him through the night. Maybe he could sleep through it.

But when has Theo ever been so lucky?]

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47th Resurrection

[Moving down the street is a pair of individuals. Though moving might be a generous term, as the young, disheveled and put-upon man is really being shoved from behind down the sidewalk by an orange pony in a cowboy hat.]

Ah don't care if you don't want to or not, those letters said you have to and you are not ignoring your responsibilities while Ah'm around! And don't say you have nothing to talk about either, you can just offer them one of the fritters Ah made and show them the letter you got. It's as much for their own good as yours, so git goin'!

Alright, alright! I'm going, aren't I? All I gotta do anyway is give them the old "Welcome to Mayfield, get used to a life in Hell" routine anyway.

[Applejack is literally shoving Theo down the street to do his Homeowner's Association Committee duties, so they really can be along any street, leaving it open to anybody who wants to say hi to Applejack, bug Theo, or merely comment on a full grown man carrying a tray of apple fritters being pushed along by a talking orange pony wearing a hat. They'll be stopping at the houses of Mayfield newbies too, as part of Theo's association duties make him part of the welcome wagon.

Post order will be you > Theo > Applejack!]

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35th Resurrection

( short preamble )

[Call filtered to: Nanoha Takamichi:]

......Nanoha.

Do you remember me?

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33rd Resurrection

[Theo wakes up the next day back to normal after his adventures of being 8 years old again. He also remembers being helped by a friendly boy with a familiar Brooklyn accent, and another little blonde girl with an English accent. Who now, in retrospect, were very familiar.

Weird.

Even weirder was waking up to a new person in the bed with him. The day before Theo would have been missing from the house completely, but here he is again. He checks the portraits, and sees they've changed to include a pretty woman about his own age into them. Great. Not feeling like dealing with this, he's going to try to slide out of bed carefully to make a phone call.]

Exactly what the hell happened yesterday? I know I wasn't the only one who got... aged backwards? What the hell even was that? Just Mayfield being goddamn annoying again?

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32nd Resurrection

[GUESS WHO IS ALSO WEE TODAY

It's Theo! And he's been regressed to about age 8. He's wandering about town positively *terrified*. Coming from 1937 with no memories of Mayfield, this place is pretty weird and scary. Little Theo is a bit skittish and a crybaby, so you'll see a small, almost malnourished-looking little boy darting all over town. The red hair, freckles, and large piercing blue eyes might seem familiar to some. He'll be hiding behind shrubs and mailboxes, peering at the passersby, sniffling and muttering to himself. Take care if you approach, or you might scare him off!]

[[I'll be responding/tagging around with

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21st Resurrection - The Honeymoon Suite

[Hey Tlachtga, enjoy being woken up by the sound of your not!husband cursing a the locked door of the hotel you've just woken up in. He's also thrown his coat and tie accross the room, and there's a bouquet of flowers lying on the floor.]

Son of a BITCH! This goddamn town, I swear to God...!

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5th Resurrection - Joke's on You

[My, my. That's a large delivery sent to 337 Brady Lane! Several small, heavy crates are dropped off sometime early in the morning for one Mr. Theodore Crawford.

Theo comes out to look at them, frowning, cigarette in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other.]

What the shit is this. KAY!? Who the HELL would send us stuff in the mail?

[Sure, he's paranoid, but he's also morbidly curious. He pops the lid on one of them to take a look. His eyes grow wide, and - miracle of miracles, Mayfield - he smiles. He grins ecstatically, holding up old, worn books. He laughs. They were the one he worked so hard to ~~steal~~ get, only a few months before he was brought to Mayfield. Several dozen rare spell books.] Unbe-fuckin-lievable!

[He flips one open frantically. He finds the easiest, stupidest spell he can find, one that doesn't require any components. Something even he could handle. Holding up the book, he recites something in Latin, and gestures with his free hand.

Nothing. Grr. He tries again. Zip. GRR. One more time. Zilch! He throws the book down angrily and storms back inside, grabbing the phone.

Call to everyone. Yep, everyone. He speaks quickly, almost growling. He is LIVID.]

Is this someone's idea of a JOKE?!! To send me all these books like this?! Don't you know that these are FUCKING USELESS IF I STILL CAN'T CAST?! Real goddamn funny, Mayfield! Don't think I won't figure out a way to use them. Just you fucking wait.

[The phone is slammed down.]