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.))

Comments

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She noticed. But she isn't really sure why just yet. Although she is sure that its going to be fun trying to find out.]

You mean they actually sent you pictures of their parents? I don't know about John, but I'm surprised Rose would bother.

Still, it's always a pleasure to meet one of my daughter's friends. What did you say your name was?

[She really can't wait to have this little chat with Rose later.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, nice to meet you, then! Any friend of John's is a friend of mine.

[chastesaw]

*How do you tell your girlfriend's? friend's mother that you've been temporally observing their entire lives? Answer: You don't.* Yes, that is very much like what happened. And to be honest, I doubt John would consider me a friend; the vast majority of my communiques have been with Rose.

I am Kanaya Maryam. I do not expect she has mentioned me.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

She hasn't. But I expect I'll be seeing a lot more of you, given that Rose and I are living in the same house.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

You should visit for dinner sometime! We'd be happy to have you. Or maybe we should throw a party and have the kids invite all their friends. Sort of a 'getting to know you' kind of event, and I'm sure it'd be fun to get all your buddies together in one place. I'll bake a special cake just for the occasion.