~ten~ [action log!]
[The Mayfield Ema wakes up in is very different from the Mayfield in which she fell asleep. It's ridiculously early--the sun isn't even up yet--but her drone husband is already up and getting dressed. He notices that she's awake.]
доброе утро. You've overslept this morning; it's already 4:30am. You should get dressed so that you can get started with your investigations.
[Wait... what the hell?! Where did that Russian accent come from? And what does he mean by 'investigations'? Does he know what she's been up to?
Rubbing her eyes as she climbs out of bed, Ema pads over to the window and looks out at the landscape. It's nothing at all like the suburbian sight she's grown used to; this is much grayer, darker, colder. A large factory overwhelms the rest of the town, already spewing smoke into the still-dark air. It takes Ema a few minutes, but it finally clicks: She's now in the Soviet Union of the 1950s. Damn everything.
Her drone husband leaves, saying something about inspecting beets at the factory. Ema dresses, noting with disdain that her lab coat is nowhere to be found, and goes to head out herself. Just outside her door she finds a letter explaining what her assigned job is. She's an Investigator, responsible for investigating reports of subversive activity.
Ema just laughs. It's the humorless, almost-painful laugh of someone who knows she's the butt of some kind of cosmic joke but doesn't know how else to deal with it. She's not sure if this is Mayfield's way of telling her that they know what she's been up to, or if it's just their way of being jackasses about her real life back home. Either way, it stings a bit.
Once Ema gets over herself and has something to eat (beets, since that seems to be the only food she has), she heads out. At the very least, she'll be free to walk around at her leisure and see what the hell is going on.]
((tl;dr - Ema Comrade Skye wandering the streets wondering what the hell she's supposed to be investigating, since she has not received any reports of "subversive activity" as of yet. Feel free to approach her! :D ))
доброе утро. You've overslept this morning; it's already 4:30am. You should get dressed so that you can get started with your investigations.
[Wait... what the hell?! Where did that Russian accent come from? And what does he mean by 'investigations'? Does he know what she's been up to?
Rubbing her eyes as she climbs out of bed, Ema pads over to the window and looks out at the landscape. It's nothing at all like the suburbian sight she's grown used to; this is much grayer, darker, colder. A large factory overwhelms the rest of the town, already spewing smoke into the still-dark air. It takes Ema a few minutes, but it finally clicks: She's now in the Soviet Union of the 1950s. Damn everything.
Her drone husband leaves, saying something about inspecting beets at the factory. Ema dresses, noting with disdain that her lab coat is nowhere to be found, and goes to head out herself. Just outside her door she finds a letter explaining what her assigned job is. She's an Investigator, responsible for investigating reports of subversive activity.
Ema just laughs. It's the humorless, almost-painful laugh of someone who knows she's the butt of some kind of cosmic joke but doesn't know how else to deal with it. She's not sure if this is Mayfield's way of telling her that they know what she's been up to, or if it's just their way of being jackasses about her real life back home. Either way, it stings a bit.
Once Ema gets over herself and has something to eat (beets, since that seems to be the only food she has), she heads out. At the very least, she'll be free to walk around at her leisure and see what the hell is going on.]
((tl;dr - Ema Comrade Skye wandering the streets wondering what the hell she's supposed to be investigating, since she has not received any reports of "subversive activity" as of yet. Feel free to approach her! :D ))