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001 Clone Chaos
[A: Lounge - Abel and Cain]
[Cain and Abel have been left alone, smaller brother still clinging to the taller one like a limpet. He knows he should let go, but this is so confusing and there is an ache in his chest that says all is not right between them. It's wrong to see his brother and not look into an identical face (albeit set in a scowl), it's wrong to see distress and grief in his eyes when they meet, and he wants it to go back to how it should be.]
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[B: Kitchen - Rachel, Esther and Nanako]
[Having left the two failures alone the three girls have adjourned to the kitchen, where everything is set up and ready for the perfect mother to cook and clean for her family.
Or something like that.]
[C: Phone - Open to All]
[Some time later, after the emotional rollercoaster of that talk with Abel and still somewhat shell-shocked, Cain has come to himself enough for it to sink in there were others trapped here like them, and if they are all going to be working together then they needed to get acquainted. So there's a young boy's voice over the telephone, sounding calm and friendly. It's just a shame the background noise is less soothing.]
Ah-- Good evening, people of Mayfield. My name is Cain Knightlord and I've just arrived, along with most of the others in this house. Miss Alucard was already here; but the other new people are Abel Nightroad, Esther... [He didn't get her last name, so there's a small awkward pause.] ...and Nanako Dojima. I won't bore you with questions, Miss Alucard has been kind enough to explain most of what we need to know, but--
[What he says next is lost, as there comes a feminine screech from the kitchen, ranting something about 'housewives' and 'lazy priests making their own breakfast'. There's a crash of something heavy and squawk, before finally Cain's voice is audible again.]
--so I'm sure you'll agree with me. If it's not too much trouble, we'd love to get to know you all in return, so please don't be strangers.
[ooc: Part C is open to all and might be responded to by everyone in the house (Cain, Abel, Esther, Nanako and Rachel.]
[Cain and Abel have been left alone, smaller brother still clinging to the taller one like a limpet. He knows he should let go, but this is so confusing and there is an ache in his chest that says all is not right between them. It's wrong to see his brother and not look into an identical face (albeit set in a scowl), it's wrong to see distress and grief in his eyes when they meet, and he wants it to go back to how it should be.]
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[B: Kitchen - Rachel, Esther and Nanako]
[Having left the two failures alone the three girls have adjourned to the kitchen, where everything is set up and ready for the perfect mother to cook and clean for her family.
Or something like that.]
[C: Phone - Open to All]
[Some time later, after the emotional rollercoaster of that talk with Abel and still somewhat shell-shocked, Cain has come to himself enough for it to sink in there were others trapped here like them, and if they are all going to be working together then they needed to get acquainted. So there's a young boy's voice over the telephone, sounding calm and friendly. It's just a shame the background noise is less soothing.]
Ah-- Good evening, people of Mayfield. My name is Cain Knightlord and I've just arrived, along with most of the others in this house. Miss Alucard was already here; but the other new people are Abel Nightroad, Esther... [He didn't get her last name, so there's a small awkward pause.] ...and Nanako Dojima. I won't bore you with questions, Miss Alucard has been kind enough to explain most of what we need to know, but--
[What he says next is lost, as there comes a feminine screech from the kitchen, ranting something about 'housewives' and 'lazy priests making their own breakfast'. There's a crash of something heavy and squawk, before finally Cain's voice is audible again.]
--so I'm sure you'll agree with me. If it's not too much trouble, we'd love to get to know you all in return, so please don't be strangers.
[ooc: Part C is open to all and might be responded to by everyone in the house (Cain, Abel, Esther, Nanako and Rachel.]
[phone]
Sit down now, Abel. This is going to be a very long discussion.]
Father Nightroad, welcome to Mayfield, and I sincerely apologize for all of you being trapped here with the rest of us.
What I told Cain is that this town is a social and medical experiment run by at least one man who is currently hiding in the drone body of a young girl. We're not sure if there's more people involved at a higher level or if there's an organization behind it or what. The drones are people who have been brainwashed to fit into the 'model citizen' of a 1950's central United States American dream model. They're real people who act like machines, functioning but not entirely of their free will. Anyone who breaks the mold of the model citizen in some fashion or tries to go against our captors usually ends up droned as punishment.
Also this town breaks out into complete chaos at least once a month, killings, murders, communist scares, whatever the higher ups feel like, it has a tendency to make this place dissolve into a riot. At least that's what I've been able to make out after being here for two months. The milk brought by the milkman is usually laced with something, so I wouldn't let anyone in the house drink it. It's been known to contain anything from internal organs to spiders to hallucinogens to poison or even razor blades. If you want milk, buy it from the store and don't let anyone have the bottles left at the door. The Milkman is one of the more malicious locals, and he's not someone anyone wants to tangle with. We're not even sure if he's completely on the side of the people running this place or if he's a completely loose cannon.
Also, if anyone in your house had special abilities or wasn't human before they arrived, they're human now and whatever powers they possessed are now sealed until further notice. There are two ways to regain anything you've lost. One is to withstand the mayhem that breaks out over the down, endure it and you might get a parcel in the mail with your name on it. Whatever you regain can be anything from material items like clothes or a vehicle or small trinkets from home to immaterial things like powers. The other way to get those items is to go request them from the post office.
I would highly recommend you do not do that. The post man believes in 'fair exchange' and his prices can be very steep. Anything from taking a piece of what you're asking for to memories or body parts. If you want something badly enough to go to the post office to get it, expect to pay dearly for your troubles. It's safer just to wait out whatever is going to happen next and see if you get something in the mail. You'll never know if or what you'll be getting, but it's safer than selling your soul.
I think I've covered everything, but just in case I would highly recommend you check around with others that have been here longer than me. They'll know more than what I've scraped together in the two months I've been here, and they're usually happy to help fill-in the newcomers. You're going to need all the information you can get as it is.
[She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck before she continues.]
I'll bring over the cookies in a bit, try not to panic if someone obviously inhuman shows up on your doorstep. Most of us don't bite and I really don't want to be shot today. Just saying.
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thoroughly... disturbing, at best. his expression must be getting pretty grim on this end as he listens...]
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S... spiders in your-- MILK?! What cruel soul DOES that?! [HE HAS PRIORITIES, okay.]
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The same cruel souls that drag children and talking animals into a place like this just so they can mess with everyone? But yeah, we managed to miss the spiders in the milk at our house, but not everyone was so lucky.
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I wouldn't quite put it that way, Abel! We're all in distress now that we're trapped here.
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[Did she just...growl at him? That was a very wolf-like growl. The seriousness in her voice is obvious, but she doesn't sound angry with him at all.]
Yes, there are some people who use the situations the town lands us in to their benefit. There's at least one girl who was forced into drinking milk laced with razor blades while her "father" sat there and watched her down the bottle. He was smiling the whole time, and from what I've heard her talk about that's only the beginning of how awful he can be.
There are some really shady characters in this place, and a lot of them will abuse the positions the town has given them in order to do what they please. There isn't much I know of that we can do about it, but there's a lot more than just the town you'll have to worry about.
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...How many 'residents' of Mayfield are non-drones, Miss? Could you guess...?
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[She goes quiet as she thinks this over.]
At least a quarter, if not more. If there's at least twenty-six different households with about two adults and two kids per house...
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...I see. And they're subjected to the same treatment as adults? [D: D: D:]
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Unless the adults go out of their way to protect the kids? Pretty much. Most of the kids are thankfully closer to eighteen than younger but it's still unnerving. This place thrives on the survival of the fittest. I don't think our captors particularly care.
I'll ask around and talk with the others, see if I can find someone willing to keep an extra eye out for Cain and Nanako. I don't like the idea of either of them getting hurt.
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[hn. he is righting his chair in this moment of slightly less melodrama.]
...Please don't worry. We'll take good care of them.
What about you, Miss Mika? Are you safe in your household?
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Still, a few extra people can be all the difference in a place like this. I'll still give everyone a heads-up just to be sure. In my opinion you can never be too careful, you know? Not here.
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Ah... who is Annie, if you don't mind me asking?
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[And she's very sincere when she says she trusts them, too.
The next thing out of her mouth is incredibly nonchalant.]
A rather moody seventeen-year-old werewolf.
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[And yes she is a real werewolf, it's special. Mika is still trying to figure out how to handle Annie without being mauled.]
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[...yeah.]
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