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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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Either; or both
Date: 2011-11-21 05:16 am (UTC)He'll probably run into one of them, literally.]]
Oh... oops! Sorry, I was on my way to-...!
I mean... I am running late to class, I'm not skipping or anything.
[[Mistaking them for drones.]]
Aaron -> Dad -> Mom
Date: 2011-11-21 09:47 pm (UTC)[Dad's probably not doing much here to dispel the perception that he's a drone.]
Re: Aaron -> Dad -> Mom
Date: 2011-11-22 09:11 am (UTC)[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: Aaron -> Dad -> Mom
Date: 2011-11-22 12:34 pm (UTC)Isn't it a little early to be drinking... I mean, just wondering.
[[He'll never understand the 50's.]]
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Date: 2011-11-22 10:22 pm (UTC)[Dad shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head, laughing. Having a little fun at Aaron's expense and sort of stealth-complimenting Mom over here.]
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Date: 2011-11-23 08:21 am (UTC)Young man, I assure you it's never too early. Although I suppose I should should offer my gratitude for your laudable, if misguided, concern.
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Date: 2011-11-23 12:24 pm (UTC)... he's starting to catch on that it might have been.]]
You're not drones, are you?
[[His first clue was the sarcasm.]]
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Date: 2011-11-23 09:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-24 08:13 am (UTC)We're still a bit new in town, so I'm afraid we'll have to trouble you for the definition.
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Date: 2011-11-24 03:50 pm (UTC)Wow, they fit in so well.]]
Drones are people that were brainwashed. Some of them are permanent.
They act like normal members of the town and like nothing is wrong.
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Date: 2011-11-24 04:15 pm (UTC)So this brainwashing... who's in charge of that? The same people that brought us here in the first place?
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Date: 2011-11-25 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-25 08:32 pm (UTC)It does, kinda. It's a good threat since death is temporary.
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Date: 2011-11-25 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-26 11:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-27 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-28 04:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-29 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-29 03:36 am (UTC)They like to play with your head a lot.
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Date: 2011-11-29 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-30 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-30 12:39 pm (UTC)Sometimes it's outright crazy with monsters coming for you, and sometimes they pick on your deepest fears and bring them out into the open.
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Date: 2011-11-30 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-03 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-03 07:34 pm (UTC)Sometimes they just change little things while you are in there. Like make you hate or like someone you normally didn't.
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