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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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[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[A feminine sounding and very heavily English voice answers on the phone.]

Why~? Because you're now one of us; the many who have been kidnapped and brought here. Welcome to Mayfield; our captors expect you to behave as if you live here~.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[just an incredibly deadpan reply]

Kidnapped.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

That's right. Is it so unfathomable~?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

That someone kidnapped me in order to rock the Pleasantville look?

Yeah, a little unfathomable.

I mean, aren't kidnappers supposed to go for...like, barons and stuff? People with more than-

[she stops.]

-people with money in bank accounts.

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

Oh, but this place isn't just appearances. Have a look at the photographs in the house; you'll need to acquaint yourself with your assigned "family".

You're not being held for ransom or money, but rather...

Well, think of it as a little girl playing house with her dolls. She's picked your family, your children...even your clothes.

The name of this game, however, is psychological torture. See how long you can last~? [And a rather unbalanced sounding giggle there.]

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

[speaking of that person who's next to Izzie in bed; he's actually a ten-year-old right now. Soft mumbles can be heard under the covers.]

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[Izzie clutches the sheets to her chest and experimentally pokes the lump under the covers]

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

Go away Watari...

[But after a moment, he sits up and throws off the covers.

And blinks, and rubs his eyes.

Oh. It's a lady. Can you tell how impressed he is? He hesitates, not sure how to react to this. He already did a full investigation on this house, and the drone wife doesn't look like her.

When he finally speaks, it is a cautious voice that says]

... are you a pedophile?

[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?!

[backupisbetter.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'm not sick.

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

B

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Aaron has been jogging around, both for exercise and because it's a great way to snag the new people. Or keep mobile if the new people are dangeorus...

Seeing someone in their nightgown though was an obvious sign. Waving and jogging over.]]

"Hello. I guess you're new?"

Re: B

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[Izzie just stares at the jogger]

What. The Hell. Is going on?

[muttered, to herself]

I'm crazy. I'm crazy and I've moved to freaking crazy town without even realizing it.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Well, this is crazy town but I don't think that's your fault.

I'm Aaron and this is Mayfield. We've been kidnapped. There are many like us."

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[ she stares at him with a bewildered look ]

...is this one massive insurance scam or something?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Insurance scam? Maybe. I still don't really know why they are doing this. Okay, before I make this worse, here."

[[Hands her a pamphlet (http://buildstherobots.livejournal.com/12857.html#cutid1)]]

"This was written by one of us, someone who got kidnapped like us."

B

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[Nall is just flying around, minding his own business when ohlookaprettygirl.]

Hi!

Re: B

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[Izzie is going to stare in wide-eyed...something]

Did you...just..

What. What is happening to me.

Please tell me you're tangible. And not a flying, talking, cat-thing...

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...Huh?

Well, I'm tangible. See? [Nall flies over and touches Izzie's hand gently.] As for the flying, talking cat-thing... I only LOOK like a flying, talking cat.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[Izzie stares at Nall touching her hand, and isn't sure to be relieved or even more distressed that he's not a hallucination]

...right. Flying, talking-cat thing in only appearance...

Okay. Cool. Cats are cool.

[still staring at her hand]

So, um. I'm Isobel, but please call me Izzie, and I think I've lost my mind.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...you're new here, aren't you, Izzie?

[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.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[slowly turning around and blinking widely]

Who are you?

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Napoleon Bonaparte, I live in this house too.

[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.