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( Backstory/personality )

[Phone, filtered from drones]

All right. No philosophy this time, no ruminating on past wrongs.

All I want to know is if there's anyone in this town who actually knows how to cut hair from back home, not because they were dropped in a barber's role here. I actually give a damn this time and am not going back to a drone barber if there's anything I ( Read more... )

[Phone]

[Veidt sounds tired, bitter.]

Oh, what fun this little game might have been a few months ago.

If I hadn't already spilled my own beans about my activities back home in an attempt at keeping the lot of you from stooping to my wretched level, I'm sure the town would be making me talk all about that right now.

So, what else can I possibly regale ( Read more... )

[Forward-dated to Tuesday morning]

[A: 5724 Cunningham Lane]

[Early in the morning, there's a scratch at the door.

Actually, a very big scratch.

Lots of big scratching.

Scratch scratch scratch.

It's the man of the house who first goes to the door, and a moment later, neighbors and/or housemates can hear him make a startled noise, followed by an ( Read more... )

[Backdated to this morning.]

[When his students arrive in the classroom on Monday, Mr. Veidt looks... well, tired. And a little dull-eyed. He's not expecting today to be pleasant or easy for anyone, not after the revelation he ended up giving last week.]

Morning, everyone.

[If you happen to be near a phone late Friday night, you might an unexpected second call from Veidt, who begins it with a standard lord-what-fools-these-mortals-be sigh.]Hello again, Mayfield. This is Adrian Veidt ( Read more... )

Friday Morning

[When Adrian gets his letter on Friday morning, he responds with a sigh and a heavy eye-roll. Honestly, Mayfield?

Well, he's not even bothering with this shit. The town never keeps its promises, so he highly doubts he'll be assured anything he wants if he does what it asks.

Even after he sees who his target is.]

[Phone]Pardon my ( Read more... )

[Phone, filtered from drones and NPCs

Veidt actually sounds rather relaxed today, all warm and pleasant.]

Hello, Mayfield. This is Adrian Veidt.

I have a very simple request today. If I were to acquire the necessary materials, might anyone here be interested in participating in a sort of mass share of regained records? If I'm able to get the proper ( Read more... )

[When you walk into Mr. Veidt's class today, you'll notice that the seats have been moved into a circle, with a table in the center. The table's been laid out with pretzels, muffins, jelly beans pitchers of orange juice, paper plates, paper cups, and napkins. Mr. Veidt himself is leaning on the edge of his desk, drinking coffee and looking amused.] ( Read more... )

[If you've somehow decided to come out here on your own or were pressured into it, well, you'll find Mr. Veidt in the school gym after school, directing boys to the left side and girls to the right.]

All right everyone, split up-

[He pauses.]Wait, strike that. No, no, we're going to be dividing differently. All right, if you intend to learn the ( Read more... )