Lucas

( Preluding events.... )

[action 1]
[Lucas is on his hands and knees, crawling around!  In the middle of his yard, in the middle of your yard, in the middle of the sidewalk, and, uh.  In the middle of the road, blocking traffic obliviously!  His walking table is intelligent enough to stand in front of him so in case any cars come, Lucas is not run over but swerved around, instead.  None have so far, though.]

[action 2]
[The scent of the stinkbug is strong in your house!  Whether this is because the stinkbug is actually hiding in your house or because Lucas is covered with the stench and is rummaging through your cabinets is up for debate.]

[action 3]
[Lucas is nowhere to be found for this one.  Instead, you now have a rather grotesquely large bug crawling on your hand, legs, or if you're feeling particularly adventurous, head and face.  If you play this one right, you may become privy to a bizarre and moving tale . . . The stinkbug is the keeper of memories, telling the truth of the story behind the formation of the Nowhere Islands, Lucas's home.]

[voice]
[That night, when all the commotion had died down, Lucas will make a call that he continually toggles between public and private before he finally decides he has nothing to lose.]

So . . . Um.  Everyone knows that there's a dance coming up by now, right?  ...It sounds like it might be fun.  After everything we've gone through . . . maybe it will be a good opportunity to relax and get to know more people.  ...I didn't want to go to the last one, but it turned out to be pretty OK.

[After some more awkward hemming and hawing, eventually, Lucas gets to the point.]

I, ah.  Actually, I'd like to ask a favor.  I-I . . . I'd like to ask.... That, um.  It'd be nice if  -- . . . Possibly.  It's OK if there's no one who can, b-but if anyone could teach me how to dance........

[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.]