It gets harder to believe, but be honest

Character: Calleo Crowe
Canon: Original
Player: Lan
Game: mayfield_rpg

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AIM: Ocular Doomsday
Plurk: Hellglass


Current regains:
- lockpick set
- pocketwatch
- photograph of friends from home
- 2010 wardrobe (The expensive stuff.
Includes mostly European soccer jerseys, jeans, dress shirts,
ties, and designer tailored suits he'll never have cause to wear.)
- small collection of books (classic literature)
- 2009 Ducati 1198 Superbike
- iPhone
- earbud headphones
- St. Christopher's medal
- mug shot
- first soccer ball


Crowe possess Mayfield notes from the following now-dropped characters
- Aaron Taylor
- Germany
- Dist (pamphlet)

[Phone call filtered from drones]

Ah, happy "new" year, Mayfield. I-I'm glad I'm back to being myself, o-or more like everyone recognize that I'm me again. Did anyone catch that radio broadcast? It was on late. I-I was wondering if anyone else could make out what was said at the end, there, or what you thought about it.

Speaking of the new year, my birthday is coming up near the end o-of the month. I'll be 18. How many people here have turned 18 while here, and have woken up as an "adult" soon after? I've been wondering if that's what will happen to me.

Um. I've done a lot of baking during that whole, um, previous incident. I really didn't have much else to do... So if anyone's interested in coming over to my place and having some, feel free too.

[This is Crowe-speak for "I'm lonely, please come hang out with me." Anyone is welcome to stop by his house, where he'll be readying tea and cookie for visitors.

Later, Crowe will be found at his usual haunt, the rec center. Today he'll be borrowing the gymnastic balance beams. He's no gymnast, but he's got great balance and speed. He'll be running up and down the beam, going frontwards, backwards and sideways, trying to go as fast as he can without falling off. He does pretty well but he does have the occasional slip up or fall to the mats. Care to pop over?]

[Phone call filtered from drones/NPCs:]

Ah, Halloween is coming up soon, as most of you know by now. Monday, to be precise. Is anyone planning on having a costume party? I would recommend doing it before Halloween. The, um, strange things in Mayfield have a tendency to happen on holidays, though not always. Last year, it was a few days after Halloween...

I suppose this means I should think of some costume ideas. I-I'm not very good at this sort of thing, though.

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Action: The trees in town have turned lovely colors now, so Crowe's out to get some photos. If you're a the park, there will be a kid out with a 50s camera taking a lot of snap shots. He may approach you and ask if he can take a photo, as well, especially if he doesn't know you. He claims it's for a project of his - you're free to think what you want about that, but he seems honest enough.

[A) Crowe is out for a walk today, looking exhausted as he sometimes does. Nightmares have been back after the zombie incident, so he hasn't been sleeping well. He yawns as he casually tosses papers to people's houses... but they're not going where they should be. They might be heading through your window, into the garden or right for your head. Oops.

B) After he's done doing his paper deliveries after school, Crowe will be out to check on all of his friends to make sure they're doing alright. Feel free to say he's stopping by your house, or that he meets you somewhere in town. Also, he'll be stopping by 846 Goldberg St. to see his two friends who live there, carrying a bag with him. Crowe's not much of a cook, but he's brought some dinner by! Knock knock.

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C) Phone call, filtered from drones:]

Ah, h-hi everyone. I hope you're all recovering well after... all that. Um. Anyway. I was wondering... awhile ago, we used to play this crazy sport called Blitzball. Think of it as something like underwater rugby. It takes a lot of work, but it's really fun. W-We used to have a coach and a team for it, but they're pretty much all gone now... But, um, if anyone's interested, I'll teach you how to play. I don't know if we'll get enough for two teams, a-and we don't have the veteran coach and the proper ball, but I'm willing to try. If anyone's interested, maybe we can meet this weekend at the high school's indoor pool. Let me know.

[Action 1: Coming across a droned Kay Faraday while on his paper route was startling to Crowe. It practically gave him chills. Immediately excusing himself from her, he made his way over to her house. There would be an easy way to tell if it was permanent, and that would be her belongings. One look through the living room window would confirm the worst - her big flat screen TV was gone.

Just to make sure, the young thief quickly snuck his way around the back and up to Kay's room while she was still out. Sure enough, her Little Thief computer was gone too. Heartbroken, Crowe collects his former friend's notes she had on their investigative work, and slipped back out, hopefully unnoticed by her housemates.]


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[Phone call filtered from drones/NPCs. Crowe sounds distracted.]

Ah. Everyone might here the drones whispering about the bowling alley. O-Or I think for some, maybe the hotel or a camping trip? Last year it was Makeout Point... A-Anyway, sometime soon we're all going to be stuck somewhere for a few hours. Nothing bad should happen if it's like last time, but you never know what Mayfield will do. Last year we all were, um, paired up in cars for several hours. Ah, the teens I mean. The adults were in the hotel and the kids were at camp, I believe. So. Um. Just to warn you all.

Uh, also, if anyone knows Kay Faraday, she... she's gone now. For good. I thought I'd just. Let people know.

[There's a moment of silence before he hangs up.]

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[Action 2: Oh look, a package for Crowe! Standing at the mailbox, Crowe opens it up, wondering what he has left for the town to send him. Inside is a small, well-worn soccer ball, obviously meant for young child. He gives it a fond smile, turning it over in his hands. His first name is scrawled on it in childish handwriting.]

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[Action 3: Later, Crowe can be found at the diner, sitting in a corner booth by himself with a milkshake. What else would his old BFF do in this situation by cure it with ice cream?

It doesn't seem to be working though. He's barely touched it, opting to sit there with his headphones in, drowning the world out.]

After last week's truthful phone call, Crowe's daring to venture outside again. He really hates wasting the nice summer weather, after all. So it's time to get back to life as usual in Mayfield. As usual as it ever gets, anyway.

A) How does Crowe vent frustration? SPORTS! Well, in this case, martial arts practice. Crowe's been training religiously in Mayfield in his long stint here, and has had a few different trainers. Today, he'll be teaching the boxing equipment a lesson it'll never forget, complete with some yelling as he throws some punches and kicks. Who knew Crowe had it in him? That meek personality hides a fierce fighter underneath. He tries to go to the rec center just as it opens, hoping there will be less people for him to bother with all the noise. But there's bound to be some other early birds there, right? Maybe some who want to see what's going on, or maybe even spar.

B) Later that day, exhausted from his workout, Crowe heads to his usual hangout, the park. He's working at a picnic table in the shade, and in front of him lies his dozens of newly-developed photos. Crowe takes pictures of all non-droned people in town, and has been doing so for months. He's looking through the new ones, pictures spread out on the table that anyone passing by could see. You might be in there, or someone you know. He has his old albums there with him too, and is sorting them all away. His iPhone is sitting on the bench next to him, quietly playing music. Some of the older ones he flips through, looking over the ones of his now droned friends sadly. Once in awhile, a breeze picks a photo or two up, and he has to chase after. Maybe it blows your way?

Tucked away in one of the albums is also a piece of paper that you might find him looking over. Ciel gave it to him months ago, and he's still trying to figure out what it could mean.

[Call filtered to Kay Faraday Zidane Tribal and Chizuko Mikamo]

Kay, Zidane, Chizuko... We need to talk. Can you meet me at Makeout Point this afternoon?

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[Crowe will be waiting for both of them up there. During the day, the point was mostly empty, and would hopefully give them a private place to plan. Crowe's had enough inaction and self-pity these last few months. It's time to get back to work.]

I'm hoping you will all work with me here. I want to get into the Dairy. I want to see if what had happened during that April Fool's mess has any truth to it. If there is, there might be a way to stop some of this. Would you all be willing to work with me on this? I want to do this before school is back in session.

[[Post order - Zidane > Kay > Chizuko > Crowe?]]

Crowe assumes he had a lovely time at the party on Friday at Makeout Point. He doesn't remember most of it, nor how he got home, but that is the sign of a good party. He also woke up laying in his front yard, and spent the rest of Saturday hiding in his room nursing his very first hangover, and the leg he injured last week. Urgh.

On Sunday, he'll be back on his feet, mostly. He got a very nasty case of roadrash after having to bail from his motorcycle last week, and he was still healing up from that. Crowe has errands he wants to do, trying to dodge all the girls in town. He doesn't want to order anyone around, and he wants to keep himself busy. He's been in Mayfield a long time, and Crowe still really misses his family. Holidays like this only make it worse.

But you ladies want to help him, don't you?

Today Crowe will be:
1) Stopping at the hardware store and the mechanic's garage, buying supplies to fix his bike. It's only body damage, thankfully, but it's going to need to be sanded and repainted.

2) At the flower store, getting supplies for his tiny garden.

3) At the park, reading. He can't do much in the way of climbing or sports until his leg is better, so he'll just relax for now. Hopefully.