[Okay, the drone never sounded so frantic about anything. And that voice is familiar. He opens his eyes and immediately wishes he hadn't. The town's jokes were getting worse every day. Maybe if he ignores her she'll just go away?
..... No, he's not that lucky. Okay, time to wake up and face the proverbial music.]
Now that she thinks about it, this does not feel like her husband's arm at all, either.
And the voice still sounds like a voice she knows...
She lets go of him and turns around, one hand grabbing the blanket as if she wants to pull it up to cover herself but refrains from it in favour or greater agility.
And then she just stares for a moment.]
What are you doing...? ["here"? "in my bed"? "in this bed"?]
Re: [action]courting_gloryFebruary 18 2011, 07:28:07 UTC
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[No, there was no denying reality here. Clearly the town had seen fit to give him a non-droned wife. And her of all people. Lucy Smith doubtless found the whole thing to be the height of comedy. He sits up and heaves a somewhat dramatic sigh. 'What is he doing?']
Right now? I'm wishing I were still asleep. That way I could pretend all of this was a dream.
[Her voice is a lot less sharp than her words will make think you, though. He does not seem to be any happier about this than her, which is probably a good sign... or not, but she'll see.]
Re: [action]courting_gloryFebruary 20 2011, 10:08:13 UTC
One would think that, yes. But the town does not make things quite so easy.
You may try it if you like, but simply walking out of town in one direction will have approaching it again from the other. And no communication can leave the town either.
Re: [action]courting_gloryFebruary 23 2011, 07:11:28 UTC
Entirely too many to list. There must be a good score or so in this town...
But I think we may have another, more pressing problem. The town seems to have placed you in this house. Which means that it intends for us to live together.
..... No, he's not that lucky. Okay, time to wake up and face the proverbial music.]
Maria...? Oh, God, it really is you.
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Now that she thinks about it, this does not feel like her husband's arm at all, either.
And the voice still sounds like a voice she knows...
She lets go of him and turns around, one hand grabbing the blanket as if she wants to pull it up to cover herself but refrains from it in favour or greater agility.
And then she just stares for a moment.]
What are you doing...? ["here"? "in my bed"? "in this bed"?]
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[No, there was no denying reality here. Clearly the town had seen fit to give him a non-droned wife. And her of all people. Lucy Smith doubtless found the whole thing to be the height of comedy. He sits up and heaves a somewhat dramatic sigh. 'What is he doing?']
Right now? I'm wishing I were still asleep. That way I could pretend all of this was a dream.
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[Her voice is a lot less sharp than her words will make think you, though. He does not seem to be any happier about this than her, which is probably a good sign... or not, but she'll see.]
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Would you like me to start with the part where you've been kidnapped and there's no escape?
Or perhaps we could discuss the fact that we've been brought forward in time....
At any rate, Welcome to Mayfield.
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[She ponders his other words for a moment.]
I would like you to start with the explanation of what or who "Mayfield" is, and how you are connected to it.
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You should know that your nation is in this town. And mine as well.
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[Logically, at least.]
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You may try it if you like, but simply walking out of town in one direction will have approaching it again from the other. And no communication can leave the town either.
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Could you tell me who of them is here?
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But I think we may have another, more pressing problem. The town seems to have placed you in this house. Which means that it intends for us to live together.
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