[Action for anyone near 770 Bunker St]
[Shortly after waking up in a strange place, without any of the things he typically wears, and with a woman in his bed he's never seen before, Kia heads outside, wearing a half-unbuttoned black dress shirt and a pair of jeans, no socks or shoes. He stares at the house and smokes a cigarette his drone wife oh-so-nicely pointed out to him when he seemed agitated. The drone children try talking to them, but he just ignores them as they ask him for favors or rides. He's too busy being stunned and muttering to himself in German.]
[Phone call some time after I assume someone's told him what's going on]
Anyone know what the fuck I can do to get rid of these people I'm stuck living with? I'm really not meant to be a husband or a father.
[OOC: I'm going to link his
permissions post once again so more people fill it out!]