[Gumshoe is spending the day avoiding leafy green vegetables when he notices the encroaching mass of red jelly swarming the town ( Read more... )

Action | Somewhere in town Sunday afternoon[Gumshoe is the type of person who knows when things are out of his league, but still will do the right thing even if he has no hope of succeeding. Zombies are something he can't really handle directly, so he can only make sure others are safe and try to avoid them as best they can. But again, the avoiding ( Read more... )

[Gumshoe wakes up to find himself in a hotel. A familiar hotel, actually. Though at the moment he can't recall why it's familiar. Still, it's a nice hotel, so that makes the fact that he just suddenly woke up here a little easier to take. He gets up from the bed and takes a look around ( Read more... )

Day 1 | Tuesday[Gumshoe is a law-abiding citizen. Under normal conditions, anyways. He's been in Mayfield long enough to know that following the letter of the law and not the spirit is usually a good way to still be a law-abiding citizen here, but not actually supporting what is going on. But now there's the law about milk. He gathered the bottles ( Read more... )

[It's another day in Mayfield alright. Well, except it's the fourth of July. So that means no work for Gumshoe to go to, for one thing. And to be honest, he does enjoy a holiday like this. So what if he's stuck in a crazy suburban prison? Might as well try and make the best of it for today.]

[Action | 1449 Mitchell Road][Gumshoe is actually up ( Read more... )

[Action | 1449 Mitchell Road][Gumshoe yawns as he heads out the door of his house. Half asleep, he still gets ready for the daily grind which includes getting the daily newspaper but he stops short ( Read more... )

[Gumshoe is pushing a shopping cart through the aisle of the general store, slowly scanning the shelves for various items. His ever faithful friend and pet, Missile, rides in the basket of the cart, occasionally shifting or moving to be more comfortable, but mostly sniffs the items Gumshoe occasionally puts into the cart ( Read more... )

 [Gumshoe suddenly notices he's standing in a room. From the small amount of candlelight currently in the room, it looks like some sort of hotel. It's no hotel he remembers back home, but then, he didn't stay in many back home. Especially as expensive looking ones like this one. Still, he seems unharmed, wearing a nice tux, and holding roses. This ( Read more... )

 [The sounds of carpentry can be heard around Mitchell Road. Specifically from the house at 1449. The small garage beside it is open, and Missile, the ever faithful dog, is laying down in the shade of the door's slight overhang. Inside of course is a figure dress for the task at hand as he pares down a large bit of plywood with hand tools. Nearby ( Read more... )

 [Gumshoe is heading down the sidewalk, Missile close by and on a leash. While he seems to be his usually cheery self, there's a bit of determination in his stride, an envelope in his free hand. He also seems to be in a conversation with his canine compatriot, despite the fact that Missile doesn't speak back ( Read more... )