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[HEY MAYFIELD. Something weird is going on with your local uber-polite nerd boy. He receives a package in the mail after getting home late in the day, finding it sitting on the porch. He opens it there, and is ecstatic about what he finds inside - anyone who's watching only sees something in a small black canvas case. Grinning widely, he tucks the case into his coat pocket, throws open the front door of his house, planning to go and call Kay Faraday - and he disappears!
The mystery package Crowe received is causing him to teleport randomly whenever he passes through a doorway to somewhere else, anywhere else, in Mayfield. Maybe he's in YOUR house! Maybe he's intruding on something embarrassing/hilarious/crazy/fun. Whatever the result, Captain No-Common-Sense here will take awhile to gather that the package he received is causing the chaos. And he'll arrive in your home/business completely flustered and apologetic.]
O-oh goodness. How is this even happening?! NOW where am I?!
The mystery package Crowe received is causing him to teleport randomly whenever he passes through a doorway to somewhere else, anywhere else, in Mayfield. Maybe he's in YOUR house! Maybe he's intruding on something embarrassing/hilarious/crazy/fun. Whatever the result, Captain No-Common-Sense here will take awhile to gather that the package he received is causing the chaos. And he'll arrive in your home/business completely flustered and apologetic.]
O-oh goodness. How is this even happening?! NOW where am I?!
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Date: 2010-04-15 01:38 pm (UTC)Uh. Um. Well, s-something weird is going on today, s-so that could be true. I'm really sorry, Miss Faraday. It's so unfair what they do to poeple here...
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Date: 2010-04-15 07:24 pm (UTC)"This thing was supposed to be our way out... what if it never works right again?"
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Date: 2010-04-15 07:58 pm (UTC)Um. Well, we'll figure something else out then. Or maybe someone in town knows how to fix it...?
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Date: 2010-04-15 09:05 pm (UTC)"The only person who knows how to fix this thing has been dead for seven years."
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Date: 2010-04-15 09:16 pm (UTC)[From within his jacket he brings out a thin, black canvas bag.] Um. It's my set of lockpicks.
HURR LET'S POST AS KAY NOT THE MAYOR
Date: 2010-04-15 09:23 pm (UTC)"Ooooooh, those will be useful!"
Oh hay Kay when did u get such an awsum moustache
Date: 2010-04-16 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 03:40 am (UTC)"Keeping the family business alive, huh?"
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Date: 2010-04-16 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 03:43 am (UTC)[Sighs a little.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 03:35 pm (UTC)"Yeah, we pretty much have to, unless we want to be stuck here forever. And Mr. Edgeworth would never let me give up, either."
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Date: 2010-04-16 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-16 08:03 pm (UTC)