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

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.]

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.]

Re: Mesousa -> Dad -> Mom

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

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

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...

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Hmm? Why would it bother me?

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Don't concern yourself. I was just remarking on the inconsistencies of this strange place.

Are talking animals common, or are you the exception?

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

I met a talking pony, but I don't know if there are a lot of talking animals around here. All I know is that the man who was at the house I woke up at was very annoyed when I started talking.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Seems like a silly thing to get so worked up over.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Agreed. I would think that whether the animals can talk should be the least of anyone's worries.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

I stopped talking because I didn't want to be a bother.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, we don't mind, so feel free to talk all you like.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Yes, please do. It's actually quite fascinating.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Y-you actually like hearing me talk? I don't think anyone has ever said I am fascinating before!

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Yeah. How about telling us a little about what it's like where you come from?

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Yes, please do.

[Talking bunny? This story has to be interesting.]

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

Well It's very nice where I come from, though I lived in a big city which was a lot different from this town. I'm not used to how quiet it is here. Usually I would go have to the bunny hutch as school to be somewhere this quiet.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

The city has its charms too. But I like this kind of small-town atmsophere.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

I actually prefer to live in more remote areas. Less neighbors to deal with.

But a quiet small town does have a certain attraction to it.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

It does have some positive qualities. Most of the people here are nice even of the odd looking people keep calling me a dog or put me into the dryer.

The weather has also been very pleasant. I wonder if it snows here?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Well, December's coming up, so you'll probably find out in a few weeks.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

I rather think it would ruin the conformist middle-America image if it failed to snow in winter.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa looks excited over the prospect of snow.]

That's good, I like it when it snows.

Is this place in America? I don't think I've ever been to middle America.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure it's really anywhere. But it sure looks like America, at least.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

I suppose this all could be a dream, or a hallucination, or even an elaborate virtual reality. But it honestly doesn't matter. We may as well just accept it at face value until we have more information.

[39degreesc.livejournal.com]

[Mesousa seems crushed by this possibility.]

A dream? But everyone here is so nice...