01 ↝ When Doves Cry

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And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!

{ 949 Beulah Street. Good morning! }

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phone

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What's wrong?

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I do not know ah... where I am. [sounding every bit as uncertain as she is:] I do not make it a habit to fall asleep in strangers' beds. Unlike some I know... Who is this?

[Yeah don't mind her. Those landlines certainly do mess with voice recognition.]

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[Her voice sounds familiar, but he just can't tell yet. . .]

Netherlands.

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[That explains the verbose commentary. Frowning, she's doing it.]

...Monaco. [slowly now, nice and steady or you'll pop a vein, princess] What is going on? Where are we? I certainly do not recall signing up for some sort of retreat or whatever this must be.

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[So that's why he recognized it. Monaco. . . cute ]

It doesn't work that way. We're stuck.

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[She's a little old for you, isn't she? Kiiiidding.]

[fidgets a bit at that, stubborn girl that she was]

Stuck? That's ridiculous. Certainly this is just a hoax. A nightmare.

Which is to say I'm rather surprised you've shied your way in to my dreams... No offense, of course! [Distracting herself with the coils connecting the receiver to the phone :|]

This is silly, Netherlands. I will give you credit for a most excellent stunt but please desist when boredom strikes in the future.

[It's sad that she's sounding more sure of herself as she rambles.]

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[He can appreciate pretty things, okay.]

I'm not doing anything. We were kidnapped here and there's no way out.

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[She's going to whine. Well, as much as she'll allow herself to. And slouch - nobody's looking and she already looks ridiculous so...]

But I have so many upcoming obligations; I do not have time to be kidnapped, nor do I understand why one would bother in the first place.

[SHINY THINGS, SIR. SHE HAD SO MANY SHINY THINGS.]

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It's not like I know.

[He understands, Monaco. He likes shiny things too, mostly money-type things.]

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[They have so much in common then. Commence the bonding.]

...did anyone else we know get kidnapped?

It was probably America. Were the 50s not his heyday? Now that his credit score is worse than the Isle of Mann's he is obviously trying to compensate. [thoughtful sounding now] Only he would have the time to think of such a fanciful scenario.

[Wait, we're not blaming Canada? Nope.]

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It isn't him. He's stuck here too. There are a good number of nations.

[He can't blame Canada. She's his notwife and she cooks him pancakes every morning. He might even have a little crush on her, she's so much cuter than his good friend boy Canada.]

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[flaaat] May I still blame him anyway? He's young; he can take it...

[Mmm Manada. She'll take him wherever he's fluttered off to.]

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[Wow Monaco, what a cougar.]

I'm not going to stop you.

[She might almost hear him shrug over the phone, his indifference is that palpable.]

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[The woman knows what she likes. No, France did not have any say in cultivating this.]

Mm. [The flat acknowledging sort of mm, not the "This is mm mmm good" mm; pinches the bridge of her nose] It is a strange relief to see that you are quite the same as you were back home.

There ah... needs to be some sort of guidebook to all of this. I have no clue as to what happens next. [a beat] What happens next? Shall I don heels and a pearl necklace and VACUUM? Horrifying.

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Somebody wrote a letter about this place once. . . I think I have one at home.

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If it's a love letter I am going to hurt you...