First Blight || VOICE

[pickedontemplar]

*His phone gets knocked off the receiver as he wakes up lazily, knocking it off with his arm, yawning loudly. There's a moment of silence, as a slow process goes through the man's head*

Strange. I don't quite remember sleeping indoors. Did I go out dri--

These aren't my clothes! They're light and... loose. This is awkward. *He gets out of bed, a

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[electrowhipit]

Uh. Hello?

[pickedontemplar]

*OH! A voice! But where's it coming from? Poor fellow is oblivious to these 'phones'*

Ah hello? Is anyone here? Where are you? I can't see you anywhere; there's no need to hide... I'm not scary!

[electrowhipit]

Pick up the phone! It's the... thing by the bed. I think you knocked it off the hook.

[pickedontemplar]

Phone? What in the world?

*he walks across the room and looks at the thing on the floor... connected to some wire, but whatever it connected to was by the bed! So this must have been the phone he was talking about.

He picks it up. That's all he does, picks it up.*

You're a strange creature aren't you?

[electrowhipit]

... You don't even know the half of it.

The phone's not alive. It's just something people in the town use to communicate with each other.

[pickedontemplar]

*He holds it to his hear, seeing how the noise came from this end! Alistair is a slow learner, but he gets there at least!*

Well, I suppose it's better than sending a letter by pigeon or what not. May I ask, who I am speaking with?

[electrowhipit]

Oh, right! My name's Jolt.

You are-?

[pickedontemplar]

I'm Alistair, a Grey Warden of Ferelden.

Can you tell me where exactly I am? It's rather strange to see houses repeating themselves, side by side.

[electrowhipit]

I... don't know what any of that means, but it's nice to meet you, Alastair.

Well... this is Mayfield. It's sort of complicated, but to make a long story short, we've all been brought here against our wills and forced into families.

[pickedontemplar]

You don't I--

Wait. Forced into families!? So that's why I'm apparently married to some smiling woman. Oh what a relief! I thought I had made a horrible choice while being drunk.

Surely there's a way out of here...

[electrowhipit]

Yep. Sometimes they're people who have been brought here, sometimes they're drones, but you're not really related to any of them.

... If there was a way out, a lot of us would be long gone by now.

[pickedontemplar]

There's... no way out of here? At all? You can't be serious!

[electrowhipit]

Believe me, I wish I wasn't.

[pickedontemplar]

Who is responsible for this?!

[electrowhipit]

You'll probably hear any number of theories, but I don't think we really know for sure.

[pickedontemplar]

Great. Just great! First the Blight, now this. Do I really deserve this? Honestly...