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[justdumbluck]

 

[The residents of 1246 Williams Road, if they are home, may hear a thud as a very startled someone falls out of the bed that is most definitely not his. After a moment wasted sprawled on the floor and gaping at his surroundings, Firo dashes out of the bedroom to find roam the house and search for his captor(s).]  

Hey! What's goin' on here?!

[He moves through the house throwing open doors willynilly.]  
 

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[Firo's wandering Mayfield, alternating between a frantic trot and a dumbfounded stroll as he tries to get his bearings. Numerous times he attempts to confront a drone for more information, but quickly leaves each one after a frustrated and confusing conversation. After one such talk, he stomps away from a cheery neighbor and imploringly asks the heavens: ]

Is there anybody who makes sense here?

[Growing steadily angrier, he stalks about the town, not noticing that he's walking in circles. 

Point that out to him? Point and laugh?

And because finding yourself in a strange place eliminates any need for manners, you also may find him peering in the ground floor windows of various homes to try and find out just what in the world this place is.]

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[kuichigiru.livejournal.com]

The yard is still private property.

[ I apologize beforehand because Hibari logic =/= real world logic. He also cannot be moved. Cannot. ]

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

I didn't say I didn't like it, just that it's weird. What's your stage name?

[He laughs]

That's what most people say. Pro-chan-ay-zo.

[What a strange question.]

...Uh, Earth, and I last I remember it was about 11 at night. What world are you from? Mars?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[Oh... That actually does make a lot of sense. But Firo is fine with ignoring that fact.]

Well, nobody stopped me from comin' over here. Can't be that private if it's just hangin' out for the world ta' see.

[enemyradar.livejournal.com]

It's Risette. Hehe.

Hm, okay. Pro...chan..ay...zo. Hehe, I think I have it!

Ooh, haha! Sorry, I guess I should have worded that better. I meant, year and...well, universe might be a better word, if there's anything interesting about it. I mean, I'm from Earth, too, from the year 2012. It was pretty normal where I came from, except me and my friends went inside TV's and fought monsters to save people from death, to put it simply.

[kuichigiru.livejournal.com]

There is a fence.

[ ... the fence doesn't block people from getting to the window, though. ]

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

...So basically the same thing? What do you need a stage name for?

[He opens his mouth to answer and then stops.]

Wha-what? That doesn't... I don't- What?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[He looks around, finally spotting the fence.]

Maybe you should get a higher one. If you like your privacy so much, just build a whole damn wall.

[enemyradar.livejournal.com]

Oh, where I come from, I was an idol. I was a singer and an actress and all that. Hehe, I was pretty popular. The stage name was just a gimmick. It helps me sell better when the fans have a nickname to call me, you know?

[She giggles.]

There's a long story behind everything. You don't want to hear it, trust me.

[kuichigiru.livejournal.com]

If I could, I would. But it wouldn't stay for more than one day.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

Both, eh? And no, I didn't know that.

[He laughs]

I don't think I'd understand it anyway. And, to answer your question, it was 1930.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[Your neighbors must be pretty terrible if they set out to tear down everything you create.]

People really like ta' stare at your house that much?

[kuichigiru.livejournal.com]

No. It's that they want them all to look the same.

[enemyradar.livejournal.com]

Hehe, yep!

Hm, so you're from before the time it's supposed to be here. They say Mayfield is supposed to be like America in the 1950's.

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

Who's "they"? Your neighbors?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

1950s? That's a long way away.

[He takes another look around.]

This doesn't look anything like home. I don't see how it all coulda' changed so much.

[kuichigiru.livejournal.com]

No. The people in charge of Mayfield.

[enemyradar.livejournal.com]

Hehe, well, a lot of things change with time.

Ah, didn't you say something about Manhattan before? This is more like the "perfect suburbia" or something like that.

[eatinurpudding.livejournal.com]

Excuse me...but what do you think you're doing? Don't you know it's rude to sneak around people's houses...especually a lady's.

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[pseudoll.livejournal.com]

[And Yin looks right back at Firo through the window. People really seemed to like trespassing these days... In any case though, she eventually opens the window.]

Did you need something?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

"Mayfield?" Why've they got a problem with it?

Actually, nevermind. Can you just tell me where exactly this place is so I can get home and off your turf?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

"Perfect" isn't the first word I'd use ta' describe it. There's really no way out?

[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[He jumps at the sound of a new voice and wanders over to the door.]

Sorry. I'm just tryna' find out where I am.

And how was I supposed ta' know you were a lady?

[enemyradar.livejournal.com]

Me neither, but it's what they try to make it seem like. Mmhm. I've heard some people have been in Mayfield for more than a year already. [She sighs.] A lot of people are looking for ways out, though.

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[justdumbluck.livejournal.com]

[Relieved to finally find help, he smiles.]

Ah, yeah, actually! I think I'm lost and I need directions. Any chance you could point me to Manhattan?

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[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

[why is there someone looking through the window

why is there someone looking through the window

...He's staring back.]