buildstherobots

Just what it sounds like! This is where I'll be noting down all of Dist's regains and little details, possibly a CR list if I stop being lazy.

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( Regains )

( Possessions Acquired in Mayfield )

( Injuries )

( CR )

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The following is a list of the major events that have happened since the first of us were brought here. Suffice it to say that this place can completely change its reality at any time, and the more prepared we are for that the better. Of course, strange things are par the course for Mayfield, but I've determined that the listed events are the most relevant to new arrivals as opposed to the most complete list possible. Many of the odd occurrences you'll experience here are essentially, depressingly, meaningless.


-Year 1

In mid-September, there was an outbreak of a disease called Red Asian Flu. This would normally not be significant other than that it was the first appearance of creatures we call hazmats. They distributed vaccinations, however some were faulty and caused strange effects instead, such as hallucinations. Others worked but had severe side effects like high fevers and vomiting. Suffice to say that hazmats are not to be approached under any circumstances.

In early November, somehow the Milkman was elected mayor. This triggered a series of disasters; first town hall burned down, followed by the only foul weather encountered before or since. Days later each street began to experience flooding, acid rain, burst plumbing, and other such things. Once the prisoners were permitted to vote again, the old mayor was re-elected and thus far has not left office.


-Year 2

In the middle to the end of January, Officer Grady went on a brainwashing and, presumably, killing spree. Many prisoners were found dead in their beds and others were listed as suspects in the killings. This went on for roughly a week before the prisoners awakened, good as new, and everything was returned to normal. This marked the first mention of the town of Westport, broadcasted on television as having all of its citizens found dead in their homes.

Early May marked what we call the Westport Incident. The road to the neighboring town of Westport was opened briefly, and the town was confirmed as being an empty, ransacked, bombed-out war zone. The road eventually closed and the hazmats made their second appearance, hunting down and killing anyone trapped there, either directly or with poison gas. No one was spared; it was only after everyone was killed that they were returned to Mayfield. The road to Westport has not been open since.

In early July, Mayfield experienced a complete transformation into an entirely foreign dystopian city, referred to as Maipole; most of the prisoners here were assigned factory work while the rest were given impossible tasks to complete and were generally shot or otherwise severely punished when they could not finish. A group of us managed to blow up the factory that had become the town center, and shortly thereafter the city returned to the state you see it in now.

In late October the hazmats made their third appearance. A citizen of Maipole, apparently someone very dangerous in the eyes of Grady and the mayor, was observed walking the streets in an injured stupor, though he was capable of a kind of teleportation. He hid in many prisoners' houses, mumbling and bleeding, and when no one consented to give him up the hazmats were called in for more aggressive measures. Many citizens were gassed and murdered with axes in their search for the man, who was eventually captured, given to Grady, and hanged in front of town hall.


-Year 3

December of Year 2 and the following January were closely linked. In December, the prisoners were compelled to transcribe their wishes onto letters and send them off to "Santa Claus;" almost everyone instead received something grisly or otherwise dangerous in return. In January it was revealed that the supposed Santa was actually the Postman, who attempted to get the prisoners to collectively vote "yes" or "no" to being returned to their respective worlds. When the votes didn't come in unanimous, we were told that they would not be counted at all, though many, yours truly included, doubted that they ever would have been in the first place.

In March, nothing with long-term implications happened, just a stupid joke by a filthy bunch of cowards!

In March, the highway circling Mayfield was opened. There was a complicated plot that would be pointless to detail here as it was apparently a prank played on us by our captors; what pieces of information we managed to glean from it are in all likelihood irrelevant, as the clues were almost universally linked to the prank itself. Notably, however, the highway is still there, though the small town we found on the other side of it, Deadman's Gulch, is no longer accessible. The Gulch was abandoned like Westport, but there were no hazmats and we were free to come and go until it closed off.

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Maipole and Westport are the only examples we have seen about what the outside world has become, and it's not a pretty picture. More clues are periodically given, but other than that a war has probably taken place it's hard to piece them together. Clues that we find are generally broadcasted to all of the prisoners over the phones, so as long as you pay attention you shouldn't be left in the dark.

[Yeah, Dist is still rather bitter about the whole droning thing and his talk with Nina. He hasn't even had the energy to update his letter, which he knows sorely needs doing, and his efforts to repair the Kaiser's gun constantly end in frustration. Sol, his cheagle, to his credit, does his best to comfort his master, but in a house full of drones he's often just too worn out to be consoled.]

[phone]

Someone in this town must be able to teach me to fight. An old resident had begun the process, but he's been... gone... for ages. I will provide compensation if it's required.

[action]

[It's late in the year, but Dist is in his garden anyway, dressed down for the job of digging up his flowerbed and eventually beginning to replicate a pretty white flower, which Sol is replanting for him as he comes up with new ones. They're selenias, flowers native to Auldrant, and it's a comfort to have them there. He's stuck, and might as well make it a home rather than a prison. He'd given up in bits and pieces already, and this just seems fitting. Damn his drone-infested house, damn his lack of friends. Damn it all.]

[phone]

Well, there's no way this little curveball could possibly go awry.

That said, I need accounts from as many of you as possible on the events of last month. I have a working knowledge, but as many of you need to weigh in as possible. It's all for the sake of my beautiful letter... oh, and consequently, all of our newcomers. We're starting to get a wave of them, and again it falls to me to create a comprehensive list. Mayfield is lucky to have such a charitable genius onboard.

So! Personal experiences. please, as well as any gathered information. This should all be professionally documented.

[Phone]

Are you people actually playing along with this farce? I knew most of you were stupid but I didn't know you were this stupid! Anyone playing into their hands on this deserves whatever they get; I have my own target, but they can rest assured that I am not so foolish as to bend to the whims of our captors. And it could be any of you, since I myself cannot reveal the target! Rest easier, knowing that Dist the Rose will not be putting himself on anyone's trail.

[Action]

[Dist, however, does not trust his housemates. He is getting out; making sure to arm himself with the pistols he purchased for his trip to Deadman's Gulch, he heads out to find his own personal shelter. Oddly, he feels better than he has in months; his things are gone, but his eye is back, and the natural assumption to make from there is that his blood fonons have also returned. The false eye was sitting neatly on his bedside table, and as such he keeps it with him just in case.

a: Running to the store! He'll wait days if he has to, and will need provisions. He's dressed down for the trip, to avoid drawing undue attention.

b: Making his way to the library! With some bags! He knows the building well, and knows that there are plenty of supplies inside to barricade himself in with.

c: In the library! He's taking books down off the shelves and stacking then neatly(and in order!) along the walls. He's turned a table on its side and shoved it against the front doors, and absolutely plans on using the shelves for similar things once they're stripped. If he finds you in the library, or if you attempt to join him in it, expect a confrontation.]

[Phone 1]

I suppose it's that time again, isn't it? New people everywhere, and a census to boot? You'd think they would know exactly how many people are here, seeing as they brought us here individually, but I digress.

For all of our newcomers, my name is Dist. Many of you have been here for a week or so and have likely come to understand the basics of Mayfield already. I'm here to expand your working knowledge, being the gracious neighbor that I am; I've written up a letter just for you, detailing the most important information you're likely to need, as well as a timeline of events that are significant to our understanding of the town.

Anyone may come by the Mayfield Library to pick up a copy, or multiple copies, for themselves; ask a drone where it is if you don't already know. I will be the man with pale hair and glasses; you'll know it's me because I happen to be gorgeous.

[Action]

[And, like always, Dist can indeed be found in and out of the stacks, mostly keeping himself busy out of boredom. This job? Not the most exciting.]

[Phone 2]

[Later in the evening, and filtered from the usual suspects.]

I have realized that I cannot continue to be effective in my investigations without a more thorough working knowledge of this world and its history. Since the library has a notable lack of history books, I will need someone to inform me. Even after being here as long as I have, all I've gleaned is that America is apparently amazing and Communists are bad. This is, you understand, not enough.

We will not be going over all of this on the phones. We will arrange a time and a place and meet up then. Don't disappoint me.




(ooc: like before, if you're just interested in the letter and not CR with Dist, you don't need to go through the motions of threading to get one. ^^ He'll be handing them out to everyone, so if you would prefer not to thread it out you can just assume your character was given one and sent on their way.)

A: [action]
[Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's a flying cockbot robot! Dist has gotten his regain, and it's outfitted his mech with a beautiful set of propellers, all the better for flying all around your lovely town in. It's been a long time since he's gotten to do anything with his beloved Kaiser, and with his chair and its propellers it's finally whole and complete. He's a little giddy.

He may or may not be burning the shit out of trees in the park with something else that came bundled in his regain: the Kaiser's fonon beam. What? They'll grow back!]

B: [phone]

Attention, newer citizens of Mayfield!

[Crap, that was too loud. Yeah, he's at work, at the library. After lowering his voice, he continues.]

There have been more of you arriving since I gave my last offer, so here it is again, since I'm so beautifully generous: I've composed a primer for our unfortunate newcomers, to introduce them to the workings of Mayfield. Doubtless upon arriving here you have asked around and gotten some of the basic details, but I assure you they have not been as comprehensive as the information I have compiled. I have updated it to include some of the more recent events; none of it should be anything new to people who were here for them, but I'd be delighted to pass one out to anyone who would like the updated copy.

Simply come to the library and look for a beautiful man with white hair and glasses. I may be in the stacks or at the front desk, or anywhere really. If you don't know where the library is, ask a drone; they'll be happy to tell you all about its location. My name is Dist.

C: [action again!]

[And, despite looking tired and pale, Dist is rather happily going about his duties in the Library, shelving, stamping, telling stories to the kindergartners... why do they always give him that job? But! He's learned that threatening not to tell them the end of the story if they don't settle the hell down(and following up on it) helps keep things quiet. He may or may not actually be holding a book; sometimes he just makes stuff up, or tells stories from his own world.

Frequently, though, when he starts looking a little too tired and faint, he stops, hiding back among the shelves to sit and rest and possibly eat a candy bar or a handful of almonds. This is when you'll find him looking more emotionally out-of-sorts; as exciting as having his working machine back is, it can't carry his body through a whole, busy day, and the fact that is is so weak like this... well, it doesn't please him, to say the very least.

Teachers, students, fellow library workers, people actually seeking him out, anyone with a reason to be in the place, feel free to bump into him! He'd love to talk to you. Maybe.]

D: [one more action]

[Hey, residents of 1669 Nelson. There's a rose on your front step. No, not Dist, just a single white rose, with no card or explanation of how it got there or who put it there. Have fun with that.]

(ooc note: I snapped a screenshot of Dist's updated Kaiser to give people a visual but I seriously have no clue where the file went, so here's a video that shows you. You don't have to watch the whole thing, because it's long; it shows up like immediately. Also, as a bonus, hear his irritating voice! This is what you've been talking to all this time, folks.)

[Phone call! To the whole town! Except the drones and the usual meddling authority figures. The call is in a moderately hushed tone, but he's easily understandable.]

So, I see that there are many new people, and you may count yourselves as lucky as you can in this place because Dist the Rose is here to take care of you all. I'm sure you've been informed as to the basics of Mayfield, but I've put together a lovely little primer for just this kind of occasion, giving you all of the details you need to bring you fully up to speed, including the most important things that have been inflicted upon us since the first of us can remember arriving here. If you would like to be informed, then come to the library to pick up a copy. If you can't find it, ask any drone where it is, they'll be able to tell you. Look for a gorgeous man with pale hair; someone as extraordinary as myself will stand out.

[And, just a little louder but no so much so that he's quite up to normal talking level.]

And be sure to pick up your free library card! Knowledge is power and all that.

[action]

[And there Dist will be, flitting about, stacking things and shelving things and generally keeping himself busy. He'll also be available to assist anyone who just so happens to be in the library themselves, though every so often he'll have to stop and sit to rest a bit, possibly get down a granola bar outside the view of the head librarian. He can't fit his chair through the door, let alone down the aisles of books, so he's walking everywhere and carrying things and with his condition this tires him out quickly.]