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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[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.]

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?"

B

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

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

Hi!

[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.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

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

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.

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...

[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."

[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]

[ she stares at him with a bewildered look ]

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

[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.

[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."

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

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

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

[she flips through it, eyebrows shooting up to her hairline]

You guys. Have pamphlets.

Pamphlets.

[Izzie reads shaking her head faster and faster and kind of looking like a neurotic crazy person in a pink cat-printed nightgown]

They're kidnapping us...to live. In the 50s.

Women can't even be doctors in the 50s!

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

Maybe. It's hard for an insane person to keep up with chronological time.

[sigh]

Sorry, I'm being rude. Is there a name you'd prefer to flying, cat-looking thing?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, someone thought it was a good idea. I kind of wish it was around when I came here."

[[Uh oh, something he didn't think of. Sexism.]]

"Really? Yeah, kids can't be mechanics either here."

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...you're not insane. You're just someone who has been stuck in an unbelievable situation and is having problems coping. I can relate. Everyone here can.

My name is Nall. If there are any questions you want to ask about me or this place, you can go ahead.

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

This happens enough that you need pamphlets for it?

[she looks at him, eyebrow raised]

Are you a mechanic?

[gdisnowpatrol.livejournal.com]

This is like. Four nights on-call followed by eight dirty martinis and then drinking tequila with Mer level surrealism.

Nall.

That's a nice name.

...Did I mention I'm Izzie? Wait, yes. I did.

Um.

Right. Questions.

...What are you, exactly?

[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?