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?!]

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[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.

[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]

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I'm just his clone. I didn't quite inherit all of my original's quirks and habits.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Cloning humans isn't medically possible. Not yet. And definitely not from a French guy who died hundreds of years ago.

[a snort, and Izzie breaks into giggles. They may be slightly hysterical :| ]

Because, you know, you being that actual Napolean makes more sense.

[the giggles become huge laughs]

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

It is where I'm from, and they're really big on it. I attend an academy full of the clones of famous historical figures, the good and the bad.

[ he might be a little concerned about this. ]

Yeah, and usually being kidnapped into alternate timelines isn't possible either yet here we all are.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[said between walloping snorts of laughter] Academies of clones-

[she waves her hand and tries to get composure]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

[she seems calm.

And then

SNORT]

Alternate timelines- who comes up with this crap? I mean, seriously!

[neantmoins.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me about it. Just wait until you meet the vampires, demons, and talking countries.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[wiping at the corners of her eyes]

Talking countries. Do they have the accents? That'd be hilarious if they-[snort] had the right accents.