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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action; both :|b

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ Today is Bro's day to dick around within the general vicinity of the tailor shop. Take a marker to nearby posters here and there, think to himself how absolutely unaffected by the giant bad trip of a weekend he was, and... not go into the shop because apparently he's supposed to work there and fuck that.

... huh. Such a fifties looking couple these two are. Must be drones. ]

'sup. Know where the next underground Commie meeting is gonna be or do I have to find that myself?

Posting order Bro/Mom/Dad

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[Well, ask a stupid question... She smiles and without missing a beat responds.]

Just down the street you'll see a little cafe. Go around the back and up a floor, knock on the door three times and say 'Comrade Joe sent me.' They should let you right in. If you hurry, you can make the discussion of the growing capitalist threat.

[Yeah, she's teasing you.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[Dad can't help but laugh a little at that one. He smiles, putting his hand on Mom's shoulder.]

Now, dear, you know it's not nice to tease people.

[Grinning and taking his pipe out, he turns to point with it, back down in the direction they just came from.]

The meeting's actually in a back room in the warehouse just across town.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Hey, positively snappy of you. Don't get that outta many folks here in our humble shantytown, it's a damn shame. [ Ah well, so much for a little trolling. ]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Misery loves company, right?

[He chuckles a bit.]

Though it really doesn't seem too bad here so far.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we've got guest-hostages on every street out here. Pickin' up new jobs, a house in the suburbs, the occasional zombie breakout or alien invasion. Pretty boring for the most part.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, I suppose we're in no way fortunate enough for you to be joking about the zombies and aliens...

[Really more of a statement than a question.]

Is there any point to all of this? Or is it merely some sort of grand social experiment?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

It sounds more like a bad horror movie, to be honest.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

About on the money there. Near as I've been able to figure, there's no point in everybody bein' tossed into this salad bowl. Nothing that's not probably a token supervillain excuse, at least.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

How disappointing. With such an elaborate set up, I was rather hoping to discover the complex scheme of some mad genius st the heart of things.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Huh. No plot either. It really is like one of those terrible movies John likes to watch.

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

What, that your kid? [ So that'd be John Egbert if his guess is right. Almost a familiar name. Man, maybe he should've spent less time kicking Dave's ass and more reading over his shoulder on the interweb.

...nah. Could be a cousin or a bro or something. ] Keep your eyes peeled while you're out and about, bromosapien. He might be here livin' in one of our many family units. Kids, ex-wives, grandmas, cuddly pets-- you never know who'll show up.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't be too surprised. Rose is here, after all. Why not John too?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, I'll have to pay him a visit, then. We've got a lot of catching up to do.

[Dad gives a wistful little smile.]

So, how about you, Mr. Strider? Got any friends or family of your own here?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my kid brother and his douchey orange crow clone went and popped up. There was a big slow-motion reunion on the beach, dramatic music, all that bull.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Ah, tragically Rose and I failed to plan a dramatic beach reunion in time. Everything was all booked up months ago, so we just had a quiet little chat over breakfast.

[Oh Bro, she thinks you're hilarious.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Your brother, huh?

[Thinking...]

Say, what'd you say your name was again? Strider, wasn't it? Your brother's name wouldn't happen to be Dave, would it?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

[ There is absolutely a special smirk set aside for the good lady Lalonde, because if you can't respect a snark buddy, what are you doing with your life.

His face doesn't show it, but there's a good second's pause in which Bro does the surprised thing. ]

Yeah, that's it.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, now that is interesting. And a fairly amazing coincidence.

[She glances at Dad.]

Any bets that their other little friend is here somewhere too? What was her name? Jade?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think that was it. It seems pretty likely at this point, doesn't it?

[ironicjournal.livejournal.com]

You mean Harley? Yeah, she's around. [ ... :|a ] Guess the young'uns decided to form themselves an allegiance while I was busy being busy back home.