4th Magic Bullet

[drank_the_milk]

[Action; 2237 Stevens Road]

[Today after school, Yuna can be found planted squarely in front of the television set, impatiently flipping through the handful of channels available in Mayfield and apparently getting more and more frutsrated by the minute.  Finally, she flops backward onto the carpet, giving an exasperated yell.]

Geez!  What's with this stupid thing, anyway?

[Phone; unfiltered]

Doesn't this town get any home shopping network channels?  Did those even exist in America in the 1950s?  How am I supposed to order skin cream and energy drinks?

[There's the noise of some shuffling papers over the line.]

What about these mail order catalogues that keep showing up in the mail?  Can you actually send away for things, or is it impossible to send letters out of town like how you can't make a phone call out?  What happens if you try?

[Action; outside the Post Office]

[Yuna's standing outside the Post Office holding a letter addressed to somewhere in Japan as she counts through a handful of spare change.]

I wonder how much postage is to Japan...

Comments

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[scentofbauhinia.livejournal.com]

[oh sup, weird girl. passing by the post office when he spots her]

I doubt it'll get that far. Or anywhere really for that matter, y'know.

[home]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[Daddy's home from work.]

What is wrong, Yuna?

phone

[tenebrousking.livejournal.com]

Hm, hm. An excellent point. To maintain an image is an important matter . . .

I doubt your plan will succeed, though.

Phone.

[tomatatas]

Skin creams? I can sell you those.

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[catpunches.livejournal.com]

_{[ Just walking around town with her hands behind her head... Well, she can't ignore Yuna if she's right in front of her, can she? ]}

Yo.

Sending something?

[Phone]

[aliensinyour.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it's been attempted, but I don't think you're gonna get any results.