( Preamble! )

Theo Crawford: man about town. Here we go, Mayfield.

1) Theo's at the park, animal companions in tow. He sits in the grass, a large black and white cat asleep next to him on one side, and a smallish crow on the other. A larger crow is playing catch with him. Theo has a small rubber ball that the rolls over the grass, throws in the air or propels it all the way across the park with a gravity spell. The crow gleefully caws and chases after, returning it to his master. Maybe the ball and bird have come your way, or maybe you're just curious as to what in the world is going on here. Whatever it is, feel free to harass them.

2) Theo has the hood of his car popped open, and is tinkering around in the hood. He's in his driveway, book next open next to him. Self-taught in the art of care car, studying it when he first got to Mayfield, he's neglected it for awhile. Time to try again. Are you passing by? Have any pointers for him?

3) Are you at the bank, or do you work there? Theo does, and he's attempting to be helpful or interested. This translates to Theo sort of hovering about people, or near the watercolor or common areas looking awkward and uncomfortable. This is just not working out, is it?

4) Theo is often at the bar, but he's usually in a lone barstool in the corner, reading alone. Today, he is sitting in the middle of the action. Maybe he should talk to people. He looks lost. Why is this so terrifying it's only getting worse as the day goes on oh god. Oh, he knows! Maybe he'll buy you a drink. Whoever you are. Yes, that is what people do to make friends. Buy drinks for other people.

5) When he finally gives up, either getting too bored or distracted, he's coming to Ken's house. He may or may not be plastered at this point. Knock knock, Ken.

[Look out below, Mayfield! There's something being dropped on you. It's small and light, made of wood... why look, it's a chess piece. It might have been dropped right on you or nearby you from above, by a large black crow. It sits on a phone wire, cawing. Does it sound just a little bit like laughter?

Elsewhere around town, Theo can be found searching for the pieces, grumbling to himself. A different crow is sitting on his shoulder, occasionally hopping or flying nearby to help look. Theo's talking to it.]

No, go over there. Higher! You're a bird, don't you have better eyes than people? He's taken almost all the pieces. Just know when I see him next time, I'm gonna wring his neck.

[They stumble across a piece every once in while, but didn't you just get hit with a chess a few minutes ago?]

[[Please just specify if you're approaching the first crow - he can talk to people - or approaching Theo and the other bird!]]