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[Klaus is expecting shit to get real by the actual day of Christmas. Things are already weird: there are new, intelligent imposter drones wandering around (one of which is in his house, which is creepy), the power went all wonky and he doesn't trust it to stay fixed, and given last year? He's pretty sure this is the tip of the iceberg in terms of ( Read more... )

[Phone]

I must admit to being somewhat disappointed. Despite the usual slew of phone calls pointing out how obvious a trap this is, I have yet to see any evidence. Furthermore, my turkey has proved remarkably boring. I was expecting something at least as interesting as last year, but I suppose an infinite turkey loop was just too difficult for ( Read more... )

A. Morning; Around Mayfield

[Klaus is taking his adorable class of drone kindergartners on another field trip around town today! And guess what the subject is? The people of the town and how they all, to a one, have some horrible and irredeemable flaw. If he knows you? That flaw is going to be very specific. But can you really get mad at him in ( Read more... )

[Klaus is, after over a year in Mayfield, used to waking up in odd situations. However, he's never experienced one quite like this ( Read more... )

[The first thing Klaus notices this morning is that there doesn't seem to be any more compulsory need to drink the milk, which is exceptionally good news, because it means no more murderous smiling drones wandering around.

The second thing he notices is that there is an unusual shadow on his lawn. A long, cylindrical shadow with... but no. Surely ( Read more... )

[WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF LARGE HAM.]

A; 729 Anderson

( Action for the Household )

( Prose Introspection Goes Here )

[About mid-day Monday, Klaus puts out a phone call. It's filtered to a very specific person: the person he has been tasked with murdering. Ples Tibenoch.]

I would like to meet with you, preferably somewhere secluded. Makeout Point is likely deserted at the moment and would be ideal.

If you have been given a weapon, bring it.

[He hangs up without ( Read more... )

[Hey, Mayfield! Guess who's no longer droned? This guy! Now, can you guess who is not at all pleased about suddenly having lost all of his hard-won regains? This guy again! And finally, can you guess who's looking at a certain letter while eating his morning waffles, and debating what the hell he should do about it?

If you guessed half the people ( Read more... )