I. (Action/Phone)
A. 2240 Stevens Rd.
[There is nothing more confusing than waking up in clothes you don't own, in a body that isn't your own, all of the above garnished by the fact that the room isn't yours, either.
... Given that this is what Anon does for a living, however, he's a little less fazed than most people.
Nevertheless, this still isn't the body he's supposed to be in. He does the most logical thing first.]
... Oops. Did I mess up again? Father's going to get mad.
[Dear family members: Have a teenage boy wandering around the house mostly naked and looking completely bemused.]
B. Phone
[Clunk. Thunk. Thunkthunk.]
--Wow, I haven't seen one of these except in the human telephone boxes! I thought they didn't keep them in houses anymore.
I don't even know who I'm dialing! It's a little exciting.
... Man, everything feels so heavy. I'm definitely on another planet or something, since the gravity is different. That's how it works, right? So this can't be the human world at all, even if there's pictures of humans everywhere for some reason. Is this a game? I never heard of a round in the tournament like this, but they say God's a fickle guy.
It's all right. I'm prepared for anything! So, what are the rules?
C. Action
[It's a regular old day, maybe you're strolling down the street or picking up the mail, or heading to work... What's that? There's a strange person half-hidden in the rose bushes, or up in a tree, or obscured by a lawn ornament, that you wouldn't have noticed if not for the ridiculous shock of pink hair? What on earth is he doing?
He appears to be chasing a squirrel -- no, wait, is that a bird he's got in one hand? ... Why has he got ahold of the neighbor's prized poodle?
And why does he look like he's trying to eat it?]
[There is nothing more confusing than waking up in clothes you don't own, in a body that isn't your own, all of the above garnished by the fact that the room isn't yours, either.
... Given that this is what Anon does for a living, however, he's a little less fazed than most people.
Nevertheless, this still isn't the body he's supposed to be in. He does the most logical thing first.]
... Oops. Did I mess up again? Father's going to get mad.
[Dear family members: Have a teenage boy wandering around the house mostly naked and looking completely bemused.]
B. Phone
[Clunk. Thunk. Thunkthunk.]
--Wow, I haven't seen one of these except in the human telephone boxes! I thought they didn't keep them in houses anymore.
I don't even know who I'm dialing! It's a little exciting.
... Man, everything feels so heavy. I'm definitely on another planet or something, since the gravity is different. That's how it works, right? So this can't be the human world at all, even if there's pictures of humans everywhere for some reason. Is this a game? I never heard of a round in the tournament like this, but they say God's a fickle guy.
It's all right. I'm prepared for anything! So, what are the rules?
C. Action
[It's a regular old day, maybe you're strolling down the street or picking up the mail, or heading to work... What's that? There's a strange person half-hidden in the rose bushes, or up in a tree, or obscured by a lawn ornament, that you wouldn't have noticed if not for the ridiculous shock of pink hair? What on earth is he doing?
He appears to be chasing a squirrel -- no, wait, is that a bird he's got in one hand? ... Why has he got ahold of the neighbor's prized poodle?
And why does he look like he's trying to eat it?]