011 Resolutions

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[A: Action; Locked to Housemates]

[Cain is in the front room, carefully taking down the Christmas decorations. He's got a wide smile on his face, even if there's a slightly wistful look in his eyes as he winds up tinsel and packs away baubles.]

[B: Around Town (Open)]

[On the way to the store this morning, Cain was enjoying the crisp weather now that the town was no longer in the grips of a deep freeze. He's kicking a stone idly as he walks, making a game out of trying to land it on a certain spot each time, when he accidentally kicks it a bit too hard.

--SMASH--!!

It's gone right through the window of a nearby building. Maybe that was your house? The shop you work in? Or maybe you just happened to see the incident and want to laugh at the horrified expression on Cain's face?]

[C: Phone (Open)]

New Year is a time for resolutions in a lot of places and, though I've never made them before, I thought I would this time. So... here we go. I resolve to greet everyone I meet here and make new friends, as well as grow closer to the friends I already have. I resolve to help everyone make it through anything this town throws at us, as well as do my part in finding a way home. I resolve to dye my brother's hair pink at least once this year, and I resolve... to have resolve, to keep looking forward and not let anything break me down.

Do any of you have resolutions? Big or small?

Comments

[encored]

[you kill a few people and suddenly they're breaking your walls down, who knew things worked that way!]

Houses always seem to be in some sort of danger here between the town and the people living within it, but mine does seem to attract an unfortunate amount of bumbling idiots. It's like a collection of bulls in a china shop.

[kinship]

Maybe you should paint it a different colour, like a giant warning sign to keep people away from it.

[Now he's just trolling, even if his expression is innocent.]

[encored]

The aesthetics in this town are poor enough on their own. I wouldn't wish our house to become a monstrosity like the pink one.

[oh those crazy Mayfielders... it's hard to tell whether or not he's actually taking this suggestion seriously.]

[kinship]

There's a pink house?

[He's quite surprised. He would have thought anyone that genuinely tried to buck the trend would have been quite quickly shut down.]

[encored]

[he nods down the street] Ask the girl with the duck army about it. [...and apparently that needs no further explanation because he leaves it at that!]

I've heard rumors of other houses undergoing similar forced paint jobs.

[kinship]

[Wait now, back up a moment. Cain looks mildly suspicious, as though wondering if Charles is trolling him.]

Duck army?