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[gdisnowpatrol]

I'm...guessing this antique doesn't have service to Seattle, does it? 

[a weak, awkward chuckle as Izzie tries to suppress a nervous breakdown]

Or, you know. Actually exist. I'm hallucinating, please Jesus tell me this is all one very messed up tequila-soaked dream...

Right. Well. Um. Hi. I'm Izzie. If someone could point me towards the nearest bus station and explain why I woke up in a pink, cat-printed nightgown I'd really, really appreciate it.


[Following the phone conversation...

A. Waking up at 748 Partridge, Izzie finds herself in a bed, sleeping next to someone she doesn't know, in a room with several stuffed animals. Feel free to see her with a catatonic D8 face

B. Izzie is wandering around town trying to find either a liquor store, bus station, computer or cell phone. Where is the friggin Wi-Fi?!]

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[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[ oh sweet jesus it's a litle boy and she is waking up in Pee Wee's freaking Playhouse and she is getting the hell out of this bed like now-]

No!

I am-

I am not one of those-!

I am a doctor!!


[she looks skyward]

Seriously?!

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Yes. This time around they brought a lot all at once. I wish I knew how or why."

[[Shrugs a bit.]]

"I was. Here I have to settle with my fake dad's car and the ball returns at the bowling alley."

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...Iiiii don't think I caught all of that. What's "on-call"?

...you probably don't want the answer to that right now. Trust me, it's... a bit to take in. 'sides, I haven't exactly told anyone yet, and... if I do, I have to tell the people I live with first. They've been really good to me. I do not lack for tuna. Any other questions though, I'll be happy to answer.

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'm not sick.

[his eyes roll up too. Yeah, seriously?]

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

[ a certain not!son might have overheard that phone call, and is now standing in the doorway into the kitchen and chuckling as he takes another bite of the cereal from the bowl he holding. ]

There's no buses that go out of the town, and I mean... you can try for yourself but the street loops and that gets really confusing after a while. But basically this isn't a hallucination, dream, or anything brought on by alcohol or drugs.

You've been kidnapped by a town to 1950s America where you're expected to play nice, and live in these quaint little families they've all assigned for us.

Welcome to Mayfield.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Ah, the usual mistake. When confronted with the bare facts of this place, blame the messenger!

[Her tone is melodramatic and venomous.]

You'll come to understand soon enough. We're all captives here, and I would have helped you~! But now you can wait for someone else to help you, and thank your ego for that.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

I blame the messenger when the messenger is being super creepy.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

That's...

[a sigh, she stands from the spot on the floor that she collided with]

Good. That you're not sick.

Sorry if I scared you. I'm Izzie, what's your name?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Great. Kidnapping in herds.

...so, what? I'm going to be stuck using my surgical skills to make potroast?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry. You spend all your free time with cutting junkies and you kind of forget-

On-call. It means that when you work at the hospital you usually stay over night and work straight through two days.

Non-tuna lacking sounds good. Probably should keep up with that system, then.

-how do I get out of here?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[slowly turning around and blinking widely]

Who are you?

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

You may call me B.

[Backup, technically, but he won't offer his real code name. He kind of hates it.]

If you're sorry, then maybe you can explain why you're here? You weren't yesterday.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"I guess so. Though the drones are sometimes easy to trick. You can probably do your work in secret."

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Napoleon Bonaparte, I live in this house too.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

B as in Bumble?

I wish I could. I wake up, and pow! Here I am. All...surrounded by tiny children and stuffed animals.

Totally normal.

[a weak chuckle]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

You really think people would get surgery done in secret?

[she sounds hopeful]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Whoa, whoa. Back up.

No one's living here!

[orz]

Except...for you. That is.

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

If you woke up here, that means you were assigned here so technically you do live here.

You don't have to stay here though, but you have to come back every few days unless you want to be droned.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

The last place I was assigned to live was a med school dormroom. And I am not doing that again.

Droned.

Is this a hippy commune or something? Because it's a little aggressive for a hippy commune. Just saying.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"A lot of people really don't like going to the drones for help. Maybe you can talk to other kidnapped people who are doctors and work with them?"

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

There are other doctors here?!

Anyone from Seattle?

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

I more a military man myself, plus I don't think I have the hair for the flower crown thing.

[ a beat as he turns, putting the bowl down on a nearby countertop. ]

But, no, really... as I said we've all been kidnapped by a murderous town trapped in 1950s America. A little aggressive, is putting it lightly.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[...and suddenly, it clicks]

Did you just say your name was Napolean?

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

I do believe I said, yes.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't you be more, ah-?

[she tucks one hand into her nightrobe]