001 ↔ chaos in the courthouse
[ Action, 1649 Albright Lane: in which Nathan Summers wakes up in bed with a woman he doesn't know, in a house he doesn't recognize, in a body that happens to be missing components he's come to consider standard and/or vital to his very existence
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Hand on his chest, here, leaning in to inspect what she figures must be some kind of prize for being a very good girl.]
What did I do this time?
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Don't mind Nate, he'll just be sitting up and looking around. You know, at not-his-blowing-up-island, not-his-room, not-his-house, not-his-girl, not his metallic arm what. This is really an off-day. Can't even hear the alien parasite. ]
When you find that out, I'd be interested in knowing as well.
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[She'll get out of his way JUUUST A LITTLE but the fact is, she's going to sit up, too, and she's going to be NOT CLOTHED, and this is potentially going to get hilarious very quickly.]
Isabela, in case you don't remember.
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[ Ah, and of course she's naked. This is not quite the same as back in the day that was the future, when men and women didn't have the time or resources for being embarrassed about stripping down to shower together. But he can pretend it is, maybe almost. ] The last thing I remember is far removed from drinking... or sleeping with someone.
[ And he is hoping not to have to discuss this with Domino, ever. :I ]
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Now... So you know, I'm not the type to stick around for breakfast, and I hope you aren't either, so I'm going to ask you to scoot off while I find the brainless husband-thing again. He might get upset.
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Alternate universe? Afterlife? Illusion-?
But it would take a hell of a lot of work to build up a convincing illusion for his standards. He's sure enough of himself not to expect anybody to be up to it. This is a matter he can mull over while swinging his legs over the edge of the bed- organic, completely organic- and... staring down a pair of house slippers.
Surreality, plus one. Or maybe it counts as two. ] Where are we?
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Albright Lane, Mayfield, creepyville, whatever you want to call it. Same place we were yesterday. [She sighs a little, getting up to stre--oh.]
You know. You're in this picture here. The one that had the one who wanted to kill me smiling back yesterday. Are you new?
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Haaaaagh, but the photographs. He did not plan on dying just to come back to some big mystery-solving game. ] New is a good term.
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[EYES HIM.]
...and that's a Blighted shame.
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I don't suppose you know where to start looking into the details of this... Mayfield? [ Would be really awesome to be the world's most powerful telepath right about now. ]
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...To be fair, I only know a little.
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My apologies. Take your time. [ He's even practically a gentleman, who will flee the scene of the crime leave the room while she's getting dressed. ]
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Are you some kind of gentleman, or something? You don't have to be. I'm a pirate, you know. Booty, and all that.
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