1st Hat (Double Intro with pinkscarflady)

[busy_fists]

[Huh.  Well.  This is different.  Different, and yet somehow the same.  These aren't the clothes Dad went to sleep wearing, and this isn't the bed he went to sleep in, but this is definitely the person he went to sleep with.  Brow furrowed with concern, he shakes his head and slowly climbs out of bed to have a look around the room.  After a cursory glance, he determines that his hat and pipe are missing.  Distressing news indeed - every good dad knows you should never be without your hat and pipe.  Eventually, he returns to bedside, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder and attempting to gently rouse her out of what is surely a wine-induced slumber.]

Wake up.  Something's wrong here.

[Later on, once the two have gotten their bearings a bit and gotten dressed for the day, Dad and Mom can both be found in the kitchen around the breakfast table.  Dad is standing over the oven, wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron and frying up some eggs and bacon to start the day.  Toast is in the toaster, ready to go in a minute or two.  Mom, for her own part, can be found at the table drinking coffee.  Irish coffee, rather.  Heavy on the Irish.  It's more or less just coffee flavored liquor.  They haven't met the other housemates yet, but surely the scent of a delicious breakfast wafting through the air should be more than enough to lure them downstairs.]

[Action; around town]

[After a good hearty breakfast - or a good stiff drink, as the case may be - Dad and Mom can be found walking around Mayfield both together and separately.  They both seem to be rather calm about the whole thing, and by all accounts look to be taking their change of surroundings rather well.  After all, this is hardly the first time either of them has woken up in a different place with no prior warning.  Dad's managed to find a replacement hat and pipe, which he's thoughtfully smoking as he walks about, and Mom seems to already have a gin martini in her hand.  It's always five o'clock somewhere, as they say.]

((OOC: Feel free to catch them as they're exploring the town.  Please put in the subject line whether you want Dad, Mom, or both in the response.))

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Dad

[wannafightnow.livejournal.com]

[So, Kenpachi's walking around town, trying to learn where everything is, when he comes across a guy who seems to be doing the same thing. Might as well say hi.]
Hey there.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She smiles, kind of amused.]

My apologies. We would have come up with something better, but we're a bit out of our depth right now. We only just woke up here this morning.

Re: Both is fine! / Action

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[Noticing the staring, and raising an eyebrow curiously.]

Is there something we can do for you, young lady?

Both

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa is walking around town as well. Noticing the two walking towards him, he will climb down the curb into the street so that he isn't in their way. He weakly mumbles "Hello" as they pass.]

dad

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[Oh bluh bluh more human drones. Why's this one wandering around like that?

For that matter, why does Slick have the niggling feeling that this human is familiar? It's almost as though he met this man once before, in another universe, when he was Jack Noir instead of Spades Slick. Perhaps he may have considered this gentleman a worthy adversary, and one deserving of res-

Wait no that's stupid. Slick scowls at the human as he passes by and then goes back to reading the paper.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Right. One thing at a time.

[Once he's finished getting dressed, he waits for Mom and heads downstairs to explore.]

Aaron -> Dad -> Mom

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, you'd better hurry along, then. If you don't apply yourself in school, you'll pay for it later.

[Dad's probably not doing much here to dispel the perception that he's a drone.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[Dad gives a friendly wave.]

Hi, neighbor!

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Give us a few weeks, and we'll have a whole routine worked out. But for now, I don't suppose you'd mind telling us a little about this place?

[Dad smiles, extending a hand for a shake.]

The name's Egbert, by the way. And this is my wife.

[Yup, he's totally just rolling with this whole 'suddenly married' thing.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

If you're lost, I'm afraid we won't be much help unless you're trying to get over to Miller Street.

Mesousa -> Dad -> Mom

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Hey there, little fella! You don't have to walk down there, it's all right.

[Dad leans down, reaching out a hand to give Mesousa a hand back up onto the curb.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[The noise of rustling newspaper catches Dad's ear, and he slowly makes his way over to where Slick is sitting.]

Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but where'd you buy that newspaper? I'm afraid I'm a little new in town.

[wannafightnow.livejournal.com]

[Crap, this guy sounds like a drone. Still, there was something not drone-like about this guy....So Kenpachi decides to ask one question that would tell him if this guy was a drone or not.]

How long have you been here?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Oh, let's see...

[Dad takes a glance at the watch on his wrist, staring up at the sky for a moment before answering.]

...about three hours.

Action; both is good

[motherofjegus.livejournal.com]

[After finally finding a place where she could purchase fabric, Dolorosa is walking home when she spots a couple walking in the opposite direction. Something about the man reminds her of one of the boys in her own household, but she thinks nothing of it chalking it up to humans kind of looking the same.]

[Since politeness is kind of her thing, she waves to the couple] Good morning.

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

[In deference to the human man's excellent taste in headwear, Slick refrains from stabbing him in the face and instead offers the newspaper in his direction.] Mugged it off some drone chump. You want it- here. Saves me the trouble of throwing it away.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Name's Strider. [ Giving.... one of those weird sideways high five secret club handshake dealies, sob. ] Welcome to Mayfield. You two are smack-dab in the middle of an all-inclusive faux fifties town, fighting the threat of communism and given every good fucking opportunity to kick the bucket. Great with tourists.

[wannafightnow.livejournal.com]

[Oh, good, he's not a drone.]
So, you're new here. Has anybody told you about this place yet?

Dolorosa -> Dad -> Mom

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[And a tip of the hat to the lady.]

'Morning. Nice day out, isn't it?

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

It's a pleasure, Mr. Strider.

[Boys and their little secret handshakes, how cute.]

It's nice to know we aren't the only unwilling tourists in town.

Re: Aaron -> Dad -> Mom

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

True enough. A little knowledge can easily give you the advantage.

[She pauses to thoughtfully sip her martini.]

Not to mention that skipping school is surely terribly non-conformist, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

[It would clash with the town's carefully constructed decor.]

Re: Mesousa -> Dad -> Mom

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Hmm, talking rabbits? And here I thought they were trying for a fifties suburb, not Wonderland.

Re: Dolorosa -> Dad -> Mom

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[Mom lacks a hat to tip, but she'll raise her martini glass by way of greeting.]

Yes, the weather is quite nice for what I'm guessing is fall.

[The leaves on the trees seem to be changing colors and falling off, so it's a pretty good guess. ]

Re: Aaron -> Dad -> Mom

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

Uh... right. Yeah, thanks sir, ma'am.

Isn't it a little early to be drinking... I mean, just wondering.

[[He'll never understand the 50's.]]

Re: Mesousa -> Dad -> Mom

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa puts his paw into Dad's hand, though his lack of fingers means Dad will have to do most of the lifting work.] Oh, Thank you. I didn't want to bother you by getting in your way. If the talking bothers you though, I can stop...