[1] - We're not in a post-apocalyptic dystopian city anymore, toto.
[Action: Morning, 312 Miller St. || Not!Family]
[When Badou wakes up to the noticeable lack of the scent of cigarette smoke that settled so lovingly around his apartment, he knows something is amiss. Seconds later, he further realizes there is something very wrong when he finds that he's suddenly regained what people with two eyes take for granted--Depth perception. In quick succession the ol' synapses fire up and as he bolts out of bed, he realizes there's even more wrongness in the world than just suddenly being able to see out of two eyes instead of one--Like the pictures he never remembers being taken with people he doesn't even know, the clothes that sure as hell aren't his and the woman in his bed he doesn't even recognize. Just what the fuck is happening?]
[A few moments after these early morning shenanigans, Badou starts to make his way down the hall from his "bedroom". Because sometimes you need a cigarette before you can digest what's happening fully. Hello not!kids, you have a new daddy who's haphazardly dressed and who's currently looking both dumbfounded and a bit on edge. He keeps on glancing at his right hand on occasion and seems to be ignoring drone!mommy who might still be in the bedroom.]
This is too fuckin' weird... I swear to god if this has something to do with Heine's crazy shit-tastical li-[Pauses and notices a side-table outside the bedroom. Any cigs in this side-table drawer? Noooope. Not this one.] Where the hell is the tobacco in this house?
[Phone: Morning || All]
[This new voice on the phone speaks slowly, like he's not sure what's going on and he's not sure if this is a positive or a negative.]
So yeah. This is fuckin' weird as shit. Not that I make a habit of it..But I've woken up in some crazy places, but this tops it.
[A pause as he contemplates that he hasn't exactly woken up in any strange place bodily healed. That's a first.]
Anyone got some cigs?
[Action: Afternoon, Around Mayfield || All]
[Having acquired some nicotine satisfaction and still sort of sloppily dressed, Badou is wandering the streets of Mayfield, albeit sometimes a bit cautiously due to adjusting to having both eyes intact again. He's still sort of trying to take it in, with the sort of look most new arrivals probably have, though he's thankful at least that he's not getting shot, or falling off buildings or even getting kicked in the face. Small favors. Feel free to stop him and chat.]
[When Badou wakes up to the noticeable lack of the scent of cigarette smoke that settled so lovingly around his apartment, he knows something is amiss. Seconds later, he further realizes there is something very wrong when he finds that he's suddenly regained what people with two eyes take for granted--Depth perception. In quick succession the ol' synapses fire up and as he bolts out of bed, he realizes there's even more wrongness in the world than just suddenly being able to see out of two eyes instead of one--Like the pictures he never remembers being taken with people he doesn't even know, the clothes that sure as hell aren't his and the woman in his bed he doesn't even recognize. Just what the fuck is happening?]
[A few moments after these early morning shenanigans, Badou starts to make his way down the hall from his "bedroom". Because sometimes you need a cigarette before you can digest what's happening fully. Hello not!kids, you have a new daddy who's haphazardly dressed and who's currently looking both dumbfounded and a bit on edge. He keeps on glancing at his right hand on occasion and seems to be ignoring drone!mommy who might still be in the bedroom.]
This is too fuckin' weird... I swear to god if this has something to do with Heine's crazy shit-tastical li-[Pauses and notices a side-table outside the bedroom. Any cigs in this side-table drawer? Noooope. Not this one.] Where the hell is the tobacco in this house?
[Phone: Morning || All]
[This new voice on the phone speaks slowly, like he's not sure what's going on and he's not sure if this is a positive or a negative.]
So yeah. This is fuckin' weird as shit. Not that I make a habit of it..But I've woken up in some crazy places, but this tops it.
[A pause as he contemplates that he hasn't exactly woken up in any strange place bodily healed. That's a first.]
Anyone got some cigs?
[Action: Afternoon, Around Mayfield || All]
[Having acquired some nicotine satisfaction and still sort of sloppily dressed, Badou is wandering the streets of Mayfield, albeit sometimes a bit cautiously due to adjusting to having both eyes intact again. He's still sort of trying to take it in, with the sort of look most new arrivals probably have, though he's thankful at least that he's not getting shot, or falling off buildings or even getting kicked in the face. Small favors. Feel free to stop him and chat.]