001; Double intro~!

[fucking_rope]

[ooc: For those that are unaware of The Boondock Saints or haven’t seen the movie and if you haven’t shame on you, here's a good clip that showcases their personalities. And Connor’s endless love of rope.]

[Even before he's opened his eyes, Murphy knows already that something's not right - it's cold, still...and quiet. Way too quiet. Opening his

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[missedtwoyears]

[Voice]

Unfortunately, Abax is all anyone who's going to answer this has been given to go on. And it's closer to horror than science fiction, if you're assigning genres.

[fucking_rope]

[ 1/?? - God knows how this is going to go, tagging order wise XD; ]

[At first, the boys are too busy still wrestling each other, various obscenities in various languages being tossed back and forth. The sudden sound of a third voice in room makes Murphy look around, probably earning a lucky hit from his brother for becoming distracted. He only manages to catch the last of Shepards sentence. Shoving Connor back....]

Shut the fuck up will ya? Did'ja hear tha'..?

[go_fuck_yerself]

[2/?? We shall try to organize but we'll probably give up eventually.]

[Yeah, Murphy definitely got a good hit to his temple, but over the years the brother's managed to make it not hurt each other too badly. When Murphy shoves him back he scowls.]

I didn't hear anythin' - yer hearing shit again.

[Another smack to the back of the head.]

[fucking_rope]

[For fucks sake Connor! Thwacking him right back, with an extra dollop of LOVE]

Fuck you! I'm tellin' ya I heard somethin', not that I could hear anythin' with ya yellin' in me fuckin' ear!

[SPEAK SHEPARD, LEST YOU BE KNOWN AS THE PHANTOM THAT MAYBE SPOKE BUT ALSO MAY NOT HAVE]

[missedtwoyears]

No, no, I don't want to interrupt. Let me know when you're done pounding on each other. [She sounds amused. Mostly because this? Is not her problem, for once.]

[go_fuck_yerself]

[You motherfucker-! Have a shove. These twenty seven year olds are so mature, can't you tell.]

Shut the fuck up, man! Thought I heard somethin'... like a woman.

[missedtwoyears]

You did hear a woman. Pick up the phone. [There's a moment's pause, but ultimately she decides to hope they do, in fact, know what a phone is, and not explain.]

[go_fuck_yerself]

This is a phone? Th'hell kinda Star Wars shite is this? [Their phones don't normally call random people, y'see. They're only from 1999! Cut 'em some slack.] 'Ello?

[missedtwoyears]

Yes, it's a phone. Early 21st Century, much like the rest of the city. Except for the part where it actually works.

[go_fuck_yerself]

Woah-woah-wait jus' a second... what'dya mean '21st Century'? It's only year '99.

[missedtwoyears]

...1999? [It's worth checking - if it's earlier, or another dating system entirely, that will just. Complicate things even further.]

[go_fuck_yerself]

Aye.

[missedtwoyears]

Congratulations, you've been officially transported to the not-so-distant future.

[go_fuck_yerself]

Tha's not funny.

[missedtwoyears]

Not in the least. Which means it's fortunate that I'm not joking. [Being flippant, on the other hand...]

[go_fuck_yerself]

What year is it, then, eh?