Happy Mother's Day! [Mingle]

[ourearth]

Date: 31st of March
Characters: OPEN

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It is Mother's Day, the temperatures are summery (the forecast promises a high of 19 degree), the sun is shining almost relentlessly, birds are singing, a mild sea breeze blows...

And all across the echo boundary, people are waking up on this beautiful Sunday. Probably an hour later than normal, unless they have to go to work, since daylight savings happened. Ew. They open their eyes, and it smells of flowers and tea and baked beans...

And something sits over their lap. Or butt, or hip, if they aren't back sleepers.

This something turns out to be a tray on which sit:

• a hot cup of tea, a bowl of baked beans, a single slice of white toast and one burnt fried egg
  
• an empty card
  
• some cheap chocolate
  
• a bouquet of flowers complete with a balloon reading Happy Mother's Day
  
• either one of those three gift sets OR a shitty parfume.

Don't sit up too quickly in shock, the tea is really quite hot.

Now, whom does this happen to?

Well. Literally everyone who is more or less human. And yes, that includes three day old babies, eighty year old men, teenage boys, people in hospitals... everyone, really. And among the scents of flowers, food and beauty products, those with the right abilities will be able to scent someone familiar.

Comments

[iamnotgod]

[By the time Russell gets back the whole top sheet layer has been stripped from the bed, so as to facilitate moving the tray's upended contents closer to the door while keeping the rest of the room tidy.]

Somehow, that's not as reassuring as it should be.

[Walter pinches the bridge of his nose.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Russell brings the bag over by the displaced sheet, glancing around for a sign where to put it - or whether to hold it out while Walter fills it. While waiting, he offers wryly, because he's not sure if he's sincere about offering:]

Want to put a video on the network telling them so?

[There's no other known possible culprits for this kind of thing, than the people gaining superpowers from an unknown source of memories.]

[iamnotgod]

[Walter starts gathering the sheet.]

Hold the bag steady - I'll be dumping this in.

[As for the question, Walter nods, then pauses.]

We may not be the only ones accessing it. Have you left any devices connected to the Network, or should I start one?