prpl_assistant | Memo 004: Thank Yous and Loose Ends (Backtrack to day after zombie outbreak ends)

A. Phone (Filtered away from The Doctor, The Major and Schrodinger)

Thank you to everyone who came by the hospital and defended it. It wasn't easy, but we did it, and I'm really grateful for everyone's cooperation.

B. Phone (filtered to both the RED Spy and the BLU Spy)

Would it be possible for me to see the two of you today? Sometime before lunch?

C. Phone (filtered to the BLU Sniper, hackable)

Mr Mundy, I was wondering whether you'd like me to take you around town today? If it's not too much trouble, I can meet up with you after lunch.

D. Action (around 1337 Benny Road)

(Miss Pauling seems to be busy with something, being up early in the morning. It looks like she's baking...something. However, based on the annoyed look on her face, it doesn't seem to be working...there's a strong smell of cookies in the kitchen, with just a tinge of a burning smell. Anyone who happens to be awake at 8am in the morning and around 1337 Benny Road may just get a free sample cookie with some crumbly black bits.)

E. Action
(If anyone's around the neighborhoods, they'll see Miss Pauling holding a slip of paper as she navigates through all the houses in the hope of finding one. She's got a bag of something that's emitting a nice smell, if a bit burnt. Approach her?)

F. Action (726 Anderson Lane)

(With some help from the Spies, she found out where Miss Susan stays at. With a bag of cookies (only slightly burnt on the edges) she finds herself at the doorstep. She looks a bit anxious, but eventually she gets enough courage to knock on the door.)

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(The RED Sniper's gone to work already, and the Spy isn't interested in leaving a cheeky note just yet. He needs relatively unrestricted access to Miss Pauling for now.)

So what happened?

[Leaning forward on the banister. Story time, please?]

(She looks at him carefully. She still doesn't really trust him, and he might just go around telling others what happened. Still, maybe she could give him a condense version.)

I was hiding out at the hospital when a giant zombie decided to attack the place. He had an army of zombies with him as well. I panicked and called for help, and Miss Susan happened to answer. She came, and then she took care of him.

[His brow furrows beneath his cap. He may not look the part of a typical innocent youngster, but he seems genuinely interested.]

Giant zombie?

Yes. He was...well, he is a man known as The Doctor. I'd advise you to stay away from him. He tried to infect the hospital with some sort of zombie disease of his own.

[This sounded strangely like another "doctor" Slugger knows, though since she doesn't mention anything about lightning, he concludes that it isn't the Mage. He will commit this info to memory.]

Susan stopped him?

Tout le temps, mademoiselle.

[He shrugs as he accepts the glass of water.] It is no matter. If 'e wants to avoid me, let 'i, do what 'e wants, I could honestly care less.

[He does give the room a quick look, though, and finds nothing amiss. He has a feeling that she's not being entirely honest, but he'll have to wait and see for himself.]

Ah. I can do zhat for you, of course, mais if you already 'ave some information on 'im, I would be all ears.

But of course. I will see you zhen. A bientot.

[And there goes the line.]

Yes, she did. But I think he'll probably be back in Mayfield by now, seeing as nobody ever truly dies here.

All I know at the moment is that the man is a friend of The Major, and that his crown has some special properties inside it that grants him magic. From what I've seen, that includes black lightning bolts and the ability to teleport.

Mr Spy, men like him never give up. They'll keep trying. I don't want a repeat of the hospital incident, if I can help it. I'm not trying to play the heroine in Mayfield, but I do view him as a threat to the general safety of RED. It would be best to watch him and nip any other attempts before they have a chance to develop into something more.

[So then, it sounded like Susan had killed him as well. Slugger straightens and nods once to the woman.]

Thanks.

No worries.

Can I ask for a name, please?

The people here call me Slugger.

[As if on cue, he takes the gold aluminum bat from beneath his arm and rests it over his shoulder.]

Slugger? I'm Miss Pauling. It's nice to meet you.

(She extends a hand.)

[Rather than take the hand immediately, Slugger eyes it with some hesitance before awkwardly reaching forward over the banister. His hand, when shaken, is limp and a bit pale.

He nods quietly again, aware that she's just being polite -- the only ones who are happy to "meet" him are the ones who are seeking escape.]

(Of course she's just being polite; there's just something about Slugger that seems a bit off. However, she notes his hesitance, and seeing that her hand didn't explode or anything when she touched him, maybe it was safe to just trust him a little bit more? If anything, she supposed that maybe she might have been a bit too paranoid herself.)

So Slugger, how long have you been in Mayfield?

[Susan sets the cookies down and makes a hand gesture that is difficult to distinguish between a wave away or a dismissal of Miss Pauling's politeness.]

Stay if you'd like. You know where I live now, apparently, and you're welcome to come by if you'd like to discuss something. Provided it's more interesting than the weather.

(She considers Miss Susan's offer carefully, before she takes a seat.)

Actually, I'd like to ask you about some things in this town, if it's not too much of a bother. You seem to know your way very well around here, Miss Susan, and I'd like for some advice.

Certainly.

[Susan is frightfully efficient. The papers scattered over the table seem to collect themselves into a pile of their own accord within the space of a second or two.]

...I assume you're relatively new here? My interaction with your teams has been limited to knowing they exist, but I don't recall seeing you before.

Yes, I am. I just arrived here a week before the zombie outbreak. Have you spoken much to the RED or BLU team?

A year and one month.

[He moves a few paces down the stairs before seating himself on a lower step where he's no longer looking down at her.]

That's a long time. It must've been difficult at the start to get used to everything here.

Oh.

I see.

Welcome to Mayfield. This is a fairly accurate impression of the way things tend to go around here. ...And as I said, no, I'm afraid not.

[His socks become the focal point of his attention.]

I don't like thinking about it...

[Or talking about it, or remembering it, or accepting that it happened. Worst experience ever.]

I was already told by the RED Sniper that Mayfield is a dangerous prison.

(In a way, she's glad that RED and BLU have remained so low key. It meant that for a long time, they escaped the scrutiny of others.)

Miss Susan, I'd like to ask on the best way to survive this place.

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