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~.

[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!

[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.