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Nov. 20th, 2011 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.))
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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Date: 2011-11-24 04:10 pm (UTC)[Dad breathes a sigh of relief, smiling.]
Do you know which house he lives in? Maybe I'll drop by and surprise him.
[He moves over to pull a chair out for Rose, gesturing to the plate before setting down his own and Mom's.]
Dig in, everybody!
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Date: 2011-11-25 01:46 am (UTC)Oh? And what sort of company were you keeping before?
[And then nods at Dad's suggestion.]
I'm rather curious to meet him myself. After all, I am his step mother now.
[Yeah, she's just gonna totally roll with the whole 'married' thing here.]
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Date: 2011-11-25 04:48 am (UTC)Because her mun fails at remembering stuff or looking for it, orz.]Drone parents; think of them as completely soulless and plain human shaped organisms, filled to the brim with the spirit of the Fifties and a general lack of common sense.
...you two do know the marriage is as much of a ruse as everything else you see here, don't you?
[Not that there is any point to discuss that anyway.]
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Date: 2011-11-25 06:09 pm (UTC)The marriage is as real as we choose to make it.
[He chuckles a little, wagging his fork at Rose.]
Besides, I don't know if you know, Rose, but your mother and I go way back. This isn't exactly an unwelcome arrangement for the two of us.
[Taking a bite of egg, he chews it over thoughtfully for a moment before continuing.]
Of course, I don't mean to barge in here and shake things up between the two of you, either. I'd like it if you could come to think of me at least as a friend if not a father figure, but I know this is all pretty sudden and I'm not about to force it.
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Date: 2011-11-27 12:04 am (UTC)Yes, I suppose we do have quite a bit of a history together. Perhaps one day we'll have to tell them the story.
[She takes another sip of her coffee.]
And while the circumstances are a bit strange, we may as well accept whatever good can come out of it.
[If she and Dad do have to face yet another strange world with odd inhabitants and confusing rules, then she'd certainly rather do it together. And having their kids there seems like an unbelievable stroke of luck, considering how much trouble they'd been having trying to find them before.]
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Date: 2011-11-27 11:34 pm (UTC)For now you two should be aware that Mayfield is far less forgiving than the Battlefield...but I trust you two know how to take care of yourselves. Saves me time, of course.
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:17 am (UTC)