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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[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[Roused out of her slumber, Mom immediately notices two very important things. First, It would seem that she and Mr. Egbert have once again been displaced to unfamiliar surroundings. At least this time they aren't alone. And two, far more unusual, she's sober. She hasn't been entirely sober in quite some time. It's an odd feeling. She turns to him, a wry smile on her face.]

And here I thought we were finally getting the hang of this strange game.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Looks like our things are gone, too. That's the second hat in a month.

[Dad sighs, scratching his head a little. He really does feel naked without it.]

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She's sliding herself out of bed, examining their surroundings.]

And my scarf too. We just can't seem to keep hold of things, can we?

[She actually is a little disappointed about the scarf, and it shows.]

Still.... this places looks a bit different, doesn't it?

[Certainly not much like that strange land of castles and monsters....]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[Dad looks visibly disappointed about that as well. After all, he hung onto that thing for over ten years before he was finally able to give it back. But there's no sense in dwelling on that now.]

Don't worry, we'll get them back.

[He heads over to the window, opening the shade just a crack to have a peek outside.]

Huh. Reminds me a little of home, actually.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

I'm certainly not about to give them up yet, at any rate.

It seems like we're in someone's home.

[She turns and looks around the room. A picture on the wall catches her eye. In typical Mayfield fashion, they have a lovely wedding photo hanging up.]

Well.....

That's interesting....

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Hm? What's that now?

[He heads over to where she is, standing there for a moment as he takes in the content of the portrait.]

...That is interesting. And here I was thinking we'd at least wait to talk to the kids first.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[A glance down at her finger confirms what she suspected. A wedding ring. She's okay with this.]

We'll sit down with them both and have a talk just as soon as we're all together again.

[She's still optimistic about finding their kids. After all, they've already seen John and know that he's alright. And she has faith that Rose is tough enough to survive anything.]

Still.... it would be nice to remember the wedding.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Maybe there's an album in the closet. You never know.

[Dad gives a good-humored chuckle. He's pretty good at making the best of things. And of all situations to suddenly be thrust into, this honestly doesn't seem very bad at all.]

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Good point.

[She's going to open the closet door, take stock of the clothes (Half ladies clothes in her size, and she's assuming the gentleman's clothes would fit him.) And, after rummaging a bit, finds a photo album.]

Ah, here's one. Shall we have a look?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

Sure, let's see how everything went. I'm sure it was a beautiful ceremony.

[Visibly amused with this, he heads back over to sit on the bed, patting the space beside him for her.]

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She sits down next to him and and opens the album.]

Hmm... dress is a bit old fashioned, but pretty. You certainly look sharp in that tux.

[She flips through until they get to the kids. One of those kids is familiar. Familiar enough that she pales visibly and nearly drops the book.]

Rose......

[She could really use a drink right now.]

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

[Dad reaches over to steady her, taking the book and setting it in his own lap to get a good look.]

So that's your Rose?

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully, staring down at the picture as he reaches for Mom's hand to give it a squeeze.]

Looks like she's caught up in all this too.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She squeezes back and nods, recovering her composure.]

Yes, that's her. I wonder what this means.....

Since she's pictured with us, is she here as well?

And who is the other child....?

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

I'd say it's a fair bet she is. If I were a betting man.

[Having another look at the pictures.]

Well, it's not my John, that's for sure. I wonder where the extra kid fits into the picture. So far, it's the only thing that doesn't match up.

[And after a moment's thought, an idea occurs to him.]

Maybe it's one of those Internet friends John's always talking about? That's how he knows Rose, isn't it?

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

Yes.... I suppose that's possible.

[It would make a lot of sense, actually. It was the only potential connection she could see, after all.]

Rose has mentioned them on a few occasions. Perhaps we should have a look around? We might be able to clear up some of these mysteries.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

You're right. We're not going to figure much out just sitting around in here.

[Moving to the closet, he takes out a shirt and some pants that conveniently seem to resemble the ones he always wears at home and starts getting dressed for the day.]

How about some breakfast first, though? Can't properly investigate on an empty stomach.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

[She smiles.]

Excellent point. Personally, I could use a good stiff drink.

[She's also pulling out clothes. She's not exactly fond of floral print shirt-waist dresses, but they seem to be the order of the day.]

I already miss my lab coat.

[busy-fists.livejournal.com]

We could probably stand to do a little clothes shopping too, once we've figured out where we are and what's going on in this town.

[pinkscarflady.livejournal.com]

We can put that on the list. But first, let's see if we can find the kitchen.

[And the liquor cabinet, but that's usually close to the kitchen.]

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.

Both is fine! / Action

[chastesaw]

*And the young troll walking home - a bag full of freshly-bought clothes hanging from her shoulder - stops for a moment to look at these two humans.

Boy, they look awfully familiar, don't they? Where has she seen them before?*

Either; or both

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

[[Aaron's jogging and not paying attention.

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.]]

[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. ]