01. action; phone

[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?!]

Comments

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[there's a few moment of silence as Izzie notices the pictures for the first time. Followed by a startled exclamation of Jesus-! and the sound of a frame being dropped. Then,]

...This is great. Freaking fantastic. Trapped in some kind of cult on the phone with a serial killer voice talking about dolls.

Look. I don't know what kind of crap you're trying to pull here, but I'm not having it. So. Call Alex or Cristina or whoever put you up to this and tell them game over.

[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.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Your world and mine are different, then, that's hardly ~my~ fault. I'm a perfect gentleman back home.

[Not really. And it's also a feminine voice.]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

O...kay, then.

Sorry.

I guess.

You seriously don't see how that omnious thing could be just the slightest bit unsettling?

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

There's simply no way ~to~ explain this place without it sounding ominous and creepy. You'll understand that soon enough, though. This town is ominous and unnerving.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Not if I can help it. I'm getting the hell out of here and back to Seattle.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[BRB laughing at you.]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Are you laughing?

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Laughing a bit more, trying to calm down.]

Americans are all the same, you think you'll be magically special and able to get away from here when no one else has managed it yet~.

Don't get me wrong, I haven't given up. We're working hard to get out of here, but why do you think that you, all alone, will break free and go home when all the rest of us are stuck here?

You're only human, aren't you~?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[darkly]

I'm stubborn.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Oh~? How stubborn? Stubborn enough to destroy a planet to get your way? Because if you're not that stubborn then you've got nothing over my Darling~. Stubborn enough to stand against all of society when they don't recognise your genius, or even your gender? Because if not, you're not as stubborn as me~!

There's no magical pill and no miraculous potion. Get ready for a long haul and pitch in to work with the rest of us.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Right. Okay.

[ a deep breath, when she talks next her voice is more clinical ]

What's been attempted so far?

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Mostly we've been gathering information. I have a file~. But I'm not inclined to tell you about it. You'll insist I'm crazy and go make more work for us all.