It gets harder to believe, but be honest

[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.]

[Phone call: filtered from NPCs]

Hey everyone. I know how much the library here is useless, and a lot of people are looking for something to read. I don't have much, but I'm always willing to lend out the books I have. I got some novels from home returned awhile ago, and I've already read through them, more than once... All I ask is that they get returned to me in good shape, so other people can read them too. Um, they're mostly detective novels, as well. Ah, my name's Crowe and I'm at 1247 Williams if anyone cares to stop by.

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[Action:

Spring is in the air, and Crowe can't help but be in a good mood, thanks to the warm weather and the end of the school year coming up. Prom wasn't a complete disaster either, and he skillfully managed not to make an embarrassment of himself during Mother's Day. Today Mayfield can find him:

A) On his porch with a pile of books next to him, in case anyone stopped by. He's reading one, sitting on the porch swing with his cat asleep in his lap.

B) At the flower shop. Crowe's always looking for new hobbies and is considering gardening since he never got the hang of cooking. But boys can't get gardening books at the library, so he has to wing it. He has no idea what he's going though, and is looking over flowers and plants, thinking. He will probably ask workers or other customers for help.

C) Windowshopping downtown. It might look innocent enough, but this thief is on the prowl. Problem is, none of the stores here have anything good, or even any security to speak of. Where's the challenge?

He does sit across from the bank for awhile though, watching people come in and out...]

( private, tldr )



[General call:]
So, a lot of people seemed affected by this... time-travel affliction? [He's not sure what else to call it.] I thought maybe at first this was another of Mayfield's pranks, but a lot of people are talking about a man with a bazooka. I-I don't know what a bazooka would have to do with this, but if that person, or anyone else who knows what's going on, could speak up, that would be helpful. D-Did anyone happen to talk to me while I was switched...?

[Being shot with a bazooka and then sent ten years into his future just did not make sense. At all. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.]

Ah, also, I was wondering if anyone out there would be willing to take on a student for combat training or martial arts? I recently lost my last instructor, and I'd like to keep up on it. I can't offer much in return I suppose, but I'll do what I can. Um, I suppose I wasn't working with any particular style, so I'm open to options. Thanks.

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[Call filtered to: Kay Faraday and Zidane:]
Since Miss Armstrong seems... out of commission, I was wondering if the two of you were willing to get back to our old plans. We had made some good progress, I think, and I'd like to get back to work. Would you like to meet up sometime to discuss it?

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[Action:]
[It's been brought to Crowe's attention that no one in his house really cooks no that it's completely drone-free again. So between school, his job and all his workouts, he'll be at the grocery store and the library. At the library he's going to try and instill the help of some girls to find him cook books, since the library doesn't really have those for the teen guys. At the store he'll be milling about, looking a bit lost, holding boxes of various things, trying to figure it all out. He's always had someone to cook for him in his life, and now he regrets never learning.]

[[Just indicate what you're responding to - call, library, etc., please! :D]]

[Another heavily filtered call, this time to: Kay Faraday.]

Kay? I could use your help with something, if that's okay. Would I be able to meet you at your house?