I - [335 Brady Lane, morning of Tuesday]
[Hi, folks. Looks like the house has a new mom. Because there's a screech coming from the 'parents'' bedroom. And a frantic scrambling. And sudden clunking sounds. It seems she's fallen down the entire flight of stairs from the top floor to the bottom. She's at the landing, laying on her face.]
[Whelp, looks like she's not dead, at least.]
I do believe this is my bad karma for today.
II - [phone - Wednesday morning]
Ah! Is this device working? Hello, populace of Mayfield. My name is Byakuren Hijiri. I'm the founder and head of the Buddhist Myouren Temple back in Gensokyo, Japan. I do ask, is anyone here from home? I tried to make contact yesterday, but the snow was interfering rather badly.
Additonally, if anyone ever wishes to study about our dharma-- [Something in the background cuts her off.]
III - [Brady Lane, morning - Friday]
[GUESS WHO'S NEVER SHOVELED SNOW BEFORE, GUYS. She seems to think it's some sort of fun activity. Because she's outside of her house, shoveling away and singing some sort of Japanese folk song.]
Now, I don't get why I hear people complaining about this activity so much. It's very invigorating. Hi-ho...
IV - [Church - evening, Friday]
[GUESS WHO'S ALSO NEVER BEEN TO A PLACE LIKE THIS. Mayfield is full of ~*~wonders~*~, guys. So don't mind her if you see her there, flipping through the prayer books, gaping in awe at the stained glass windows and pews, and generally just skipping over the tiles on the floor like a giddy schoolgirl.]
My, my, Christian churches are so lovely for the eyes.