Lucas

[action]
[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle.  So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days.  The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.

He holds a single sunflower, the mass of roots and dirt cupped between his hands as he makes his way to a corner of the park he had sought out for this purpose.  It may be that it would be gone the next day, but . . . if he could have this for a day, that would be enough.  Enough time to sit, to think . . . to remember and to reflect.  A large insect of some sort sits atop his shoulder and chitters away curiously.  He ignores it, for the time being, and sets the flower down carefully against the grass.  He takes ahold of his trowel and begins to dig.

The work is not hard.  The hole is made before long, and gently, he lowers the flower, nestling it within the hollow.  He pats the dirt down, adjusts the leaves and petals . . . finds a rock and sets it before the golden flower.  He begins to speak aloud as he carefully scratches away.]

Little stinkbug...  You've recorded the history of my world, right?  You remember everything Leder said to us that day.  Right before we went to face Porky for the last time.  To remind us in case we forgot . . . if we forgot what it is we were fighting for.

So... I want you to record something else, too.  Is that OK?  ... Something... Something just as important.  Not in case I forget.  I couldn't ever forget.  But because . . . it's something that should always be remembered.  No matter how much time passes.  A hundred years from now, I want people to remember her name...

She saved the Nowhere Islands.  Not me and Boney, or Kumatora, or Duster.  If it weren't for her... I would have died a long time ago. 

Her name was Hinawa.  My mom.  Hinawa.

[action 2]
[Sometime later, he sits by himself in front of the rock that reads, 'HINAWA - A loving mother'.  The stinkbug is gone.  Lucas draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.] 

( Happy Mother's Day )

((Either action/conversation can be responded to, though if you have little to no CR with Lucas, I'd prefer you not overhear the second prompt.))

[Well. It had been a day or two since being rescued from Westport, and Lucas finally felt well enough to return to his daily activities. After the first day of binging, the thought of eating more food had been slightly nauseating, actually. When he's finished with school, he will make a call about something that's been on his mind since returning.]

[voice, public]
Ah. Hi, everyone. This is Lucas. Um. First off, I'd like to say thanks to whoever it was that brought us all back. . . . I really don't want to think about what would have happened to us if you hadn't come. I think Vince said your name was Mr. Doctor...

The other thing is, I'd like to talk to the people who were in Westport last year. Did any of you take a look around for more clues . . . ? I guess no hazmats means no clues, and I don't really mind that, but. I know I didn't find anything important. . . . There were a few things, though - Some things that were odd. There wasn't a church or a library. And, Kay, do you remember the television in the house you hid in last year? I went back to the same house, and . . . there wasn't anything there. But I know it was the same. The place where the TV had plugged into, it was missing entirely.

. . . I'm not sure what any of this means, but it might be important to think about.

[voice, private to Rin Kagamine, Shiraasan, Tavros, and Nanashi]
I  . . . I'm not sure what came over me.  I guess it must have been the town playing tricks again, but I was feeling really strange last week.  I'm really sorry.  Especially to you, Tavros.  We only just met and, um.  You're not even a girl I don't think.  I-I promise I don't actually like any of you, so please don't worry about that kind of thing. 

I mean! Wait!   I do like you, all of you, a lot!  Just  Not.  Um.   You know.  Ah.  Not like...... N-Not ............... I'm just going to apologize and hang up now.

[action]
1.  ( Lucas goes dog-walking. )

2. ( Lucas goes bird-walking. )

3. ( I'm just going to be lazy and say it. )

4. ( Lucas begins to organize a scrapbook. )

[action]
[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas.  He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider.  For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get.  His routine is fairly straightforward.

1: ( Lucas attacks your front door with newspapers. )

2: ( Lucas plays piano. )

3: ( Lucas draws you )

[voice]
[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]

Hello?  A-Ah.  This is Lucas.

I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind.  I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here?  How long have people come in and out?  Does anyone really know?  But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here? 

When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right?  It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man.  He, um.  Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain?  That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside.  If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right?  Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them.  And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all.  To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.

............. I know I've already started to.

Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track?  Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten.  Maybe even signatures.  So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember.  Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister.  Fuuko and how much she loved starfish.  Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.

It might be a bad idea.  Or too much work.  But . . . Well.  I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us.  I'd love to hear that kind of thing.

[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice.  Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]

[public]
It . . . It looks like the town's done exactly what we all thought it would.  Everyone!  Please, if you're hurt, call me and I'll do whatever I can do to keep you safe.  My name is Lucas -- Ask for me and I'll be there as soon as I can.  Even if you're only afraid you might get hurt, I can create a shield for you if you're physically or magically threatened, enough so that you can survive a few blows.

[action]
[If Lucas knows you at all, be prepared for him to make a pit stop by your home as he rushes around town on his table to see if anyone needs his help.  If your name is Hinawa, be prepared for him to be attached to your side 24/7 whenever he isn't out.]

[filtered to you know whom]
 . . . N-No.  No, that's not what I asked for at all.  It's not what I wanted.  It's not . . . !  Please don't tell me you're really here . . .

[Everything is backdated to Christmas Day.]

[Here's another stranger around town, Mayfield.  Ten years later, the blue-eyed, blonde-haired boy is a twenty-four year old man of stature nearly rivaling the Netherlands.  Those who are familiar with Lucas will easily recognize his shy smile and bright eyes.

1.  Immediately after his appearance in Mayfield, the man is simply meandering, lost in thought with hands stuck into the pockets of his slacks.  He'll be a bit shy to strike up conversation with the people he comes across, although he'll readily do so if he meets anyone he remembers

2.  An odd sight you might come across in the park is a fully-grown man attempting yo-yo tricks.  The vast majority of his attempts are abysmal; he's rusty and hasn't had the opportunity to try this in years, so maybe he'll hit you by accident as you walk by.  After a while, though, he might pull off an amazing trick every now and then, instead.  Regardless of the outcome, he'll be smiling and shaking his head to himself.

3.  For someone like Lucas, the clothing he's got on is really way too fashionable.  Why does he look so spiffy?  The answer might come to those who enter the school's music wing.  Seated at the piano is a grown man, and he plays it beautifully.  This is his occupation on the side, after all, and he may have been interrupted in the middle of a performance.]

((This is the only icon of adult!Lucas I have, so pretend the rest of the icons match.  He's wearing the same outfit as in the icon.  He is not anywhere near as good at yo-yo-ing as the guy in the video; that guy is just amazing and I felt like linking it.))

CITIZENS OF MAYFIELD!

Fear not for your safety!  Though trouble may brew in these uncertain times, know always that the shining shield of JUSTICE!  TRUTH!  And the TAZMILIAN WAY! stands by your side!   Rest assured that I, the Psychic PSIclone, will not allow these villains to wreak havoc with impunity!

Empress of Ebil!  Set aside your dark ways and return to the path of the adorable!

Baron von Barbarity!  Your plan shall never come to fruition!  Repent lest condemnation fall upon your head!

Tom Ato!  Cease your poaching and release the cuddly animals you've so mercilessly enslaved to fight for your nefarious means!

Tea-Timing Temptor!   . . . You're incorrigible, but at least pick a villainess sidekick your own age!

[Lucas can be found flying -- literally, flying -- around town, rescuing cats from trees, helping old ladies cross the street, and taking candy away from small children because it will rot their teeth.  He is trailing a ridiculously long blanket as a cape with a black strip of cloth wrapped around his eyes.

Supervillains may come up with their own, better names.  >_>  Also I have so much work to do I hate you Mayfield.]

[filtered and whatever]
[The voice that speaks into the phone is strangely calm.  After having suffered a severe shock and half-believing he had been transported back to Westport, Lucas wisely decided to remain at home.]

Please listen, everyone.  There are some things you should know about these people.

We called them the hazmat men when they first showed up in Westport.  They started off pretty slow and they weren't much of a threat, but as the days passed, they became much faster, stronger, and smarter.  I don't know how they'll behave now, but to be on the safe side, you should assume that they're at full power.

If you have to fight them, you should know that there's nothing underneath the suits.  Blunt force won't do anything and they won't react to getting hit.  What you need to do to break through -- stabbing or piercing or shooting works.  When the suit is opened, they release a lot of poison gas that can kill you if you're too close.  If you touch them or if you inhale any of it, the chemicals will burn you badly.  Some people died from the gas alone.

They attack with axes and they carry gas sprays with them.  Don't let them touch you.  The best thing to do if they're chasing you is to run.  They're not too fast.