[ When Komachi hears Eiki's voice crackle over the radio, she thinks it to be a simple daydream at first. But it persists, and persists, that measured tone, and that's just like her, isn't it...it sounds exactly like her. The shinigami has to face the truth, eventually. So she listens to her superior deliver her speech, an activity that she is well used to. Better get the explanation over with - at least she wasn't the guilty party this time. ]
[She didn't expect to hear Komachi's voice, but she's not surprised by it either.]
It would seem so, by any chance are you familiar with who "they" are? If it is at all possible I would like to clear up this matter as quickly as I can.
Um, er. It's...kind of not that simple. We're kidnapped. I swear I don't know why, or what happened, or anything.
We're in Mayfield. It's a false town and you can't get out of it. It's based on 1950s America, but weird stuff happens...a-and there's no death here, no afterlife.
[ A nervous laugh, though there's nothing amusing about the predicament. The whole thing sounds like a wild story some of the souls she'd ferry would tell her to pass the time occasionally. ]
[There's a long pause as Eiki considers this information. For the most part it just confirmed her suspicions, but that last bit....]
How can there be no death here? That is one of the most constant things of life. [There was a slight tremble to her voice, as the implications were just too much when you considered that small fact.] To be able to negate the process of life and death....
[No, it was uncomfortable to even think about. She needed something else to focus on.]
How long have you been here? I'm assuming you haven't just arrived.
I don't know! I don't. When someone dies, they're revived the next day. [ This is indeed one of the more disturbing aspects of Mayfield, for one who is used to the process of life and death as a job. Komachi hesitantly goes on. ] And there's a heck of a lot of that fake death around here. It's an eternal torture for the soul, without judgement. What a pain. [ A bit of an understatement there... ]
Let's see...[ She tries to remember. ] Nearly six months I think.
[She sighs deeply. There was little she could make of the current situation. It was so outside her realm that it would take some time to organize first. For now, there was only one thing she could do, at least while she compiled what she could about the place and how it could do the impossible.]
I suppose for now all I can do is follow how this town works, until a proper alternative arises. By the way, what have you done here in the past six months? It's a bit hard to think of you as a sudden mother and wife.
Yeah...I try and stay out of trouble, though sometimes I get interrupted by bothersome events. Like - like in these six months, right? There was a party at the Smith family's house and I got shot. Then there was a letter that buried me underground...! And once these guys in masks were going around blowing up houses.
And I have to take care of some kids every day. Man.
While your first examples do sound rather trying and difficult to deal with, your last one does not fit in at all.
[The sympathy she had felt while listening to the first part dwindled when hearing the last. Though, she could understand where it would all be hard to deal with.]
Of course it's hard, raising a child takes a lot of effort and consideration. It's a large responsibility. Are these children real children or these strange not people that seem to be in houses?
They're not drones, nope. They used to be, when I got here - then they changed, both of them, together! So they can look after themselves if things get bad. Just as well, those drones were just weird...ha, souless, even.
It's poisoned. At least the type the milkman brings. So I just ignore it, and it's okay!
Mm. They're not much help. And sometimes the ones with spirits become just like them, either for a little while...or... [ quick, change the subject! ]
It's totally irritating. Most of it doesn't make any sense. I dunno why it's poisoned and nothing else. Maybe someone has a dramatic grudge against milk! That'd be some explanation.
[She wants to press the topic, but she can bring it up another time. There was just a bit too much to process at the moment, and it would be easier to let Komachi go at her own pace right now.]
At least the poisoning can be consistently avoided, if it were in more than one place it would be a lot more problematic.
[ That's right, Komachi tells herself. She doesn't need to say everything right now. They've got a lot of time to while away with exposition now they're both trapped here. ]
It's actually kinda easy. It just seems like a lot of work for the milkman to poison the milk when nobody drinks it in the end.
Ah -
...Right. They got you too, huh?
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It would seem so, by any chance are you familiar with who "they" are? If it is at all possible I would like to clear up this matter as quickly as I can.
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We're in Mayfield. It's a false town and you can't get out of it. It's based on 1950s America, but weird stuff happens...a-and there's no death here, no afterlife.
[ A nervous laugh, though there's nothing amusing about the predicament. The whole thing sounds like a wild story some of the souls she'd ferry would tell her to pass the time occasionally. ]
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How can there be no death here? That is one of the most constant things of life. [There was a slight tremble to her voice, as the implications were just too much when you considered that small fact.] To be able to negate the process of life and death....
[No, it was uncomfortable to even think about. She needed something else to focus on.]
How long have you been here? I'm assuming you haven't just arrived.
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Let's see...[ She tries to remember. ] Nearly six months I think.
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[She sighs deeply. There was little she could make of the current situation. It was so outside her realm that it would take some time to organize first. For now, there was only one thing she could do, at least while she compiled what she could about the place and how it could do the impossible.]
I suppose for now all I can do is follow how this town works, until a proper alternative arises. By the way, what have you done here in the past six months? It's a bit hard to think of you as a sudden mother and wife.
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And I have to take care of some kids every day. Man.
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[The sympathy she had felt while listening to the first part dwindled when hearing the last. Though, she could understand where it would all be hard to deal with.]
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...Did anyone tell you not to drink the milk?
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...No. What is wrong with the milk?
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It's poisoned. At least the type the milkman brings. So I just ignore it, and it's okay!
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I will be sure to dispose of it then, thank you for warning me. The way this town seems to function is rather irritating, isn't it?
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It's totally irritating. Most of it doesn't make any sense. I dunno why it's poisoned and nothing else. Maybe someone has a dramatic grudge against milk! That'd be some explanation.
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At least the poisoning can be consistently avoided, if it were in more than one place it would be a lot more problematic.
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It's actually kinda easy. It just seems like a lot of work for the milkman to poison the milk when nobody drinks it in the end.
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[She sighs.]
For now I'll just have to try and get used to it....
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