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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[raven_daughter]

[sup, it's one of those children, passing right by you to head for the front door-]

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair blinks and follows her*

Ah, excuse me! Wait!

[raven_daughter]

[Stops, and turns around. Then she looks him over.]

So he's been replaced. Hm. I wonder how long this one will last.

[Now actually addressing you.]

My name is Rue, this place is called Mayfield, and you're stuck here as my pretend father.

[pickedontemplar]

*He frowns ever so slightly, staring down at her*

Awkward. Um, yes, I'm Alistair, your new father apparently. What do you mean by 'he's been replaced'? Sounds creepy to me.

[raven_daughter]

It happens to the drones, occasionally. I've had several different parents in my stay here. You took the place of the last father I had here, a man named Lemony Snicket. But he eventually got droned as well, and it seems you've been chosen to take his place.

[pickedontemplar]

Droned? Is that like an odd form of dying?

[raven_daughter]

No, death isn't permanent here. If you get killed, you'll be alive in a day or so.

Droning is being brainwashed into believing you've always been here and that Mayfield is perfect.

[pickedontemplar]

Death, not being permanent? That's... unheard of! *He rubs at his forehead, sighing heavily, shoulders slumping* It looks as though I have a lot to learn while I'm here.

[raven_daughter]

Yes, clearly.

[turns away, looking like she's ready to leave again-]

[pickedontemplar]

*GEEZ what a strange not!daughter he has*

Ah, wait! Where are you going all by yourself?!

[raven_daughter]

[Annoyed, faces him again.]

I'm going out dancing... and to my job, if I feel like it. Do you need me around that desperately?

[pickedontemplar]

I didn't say I needed anyone around! I can entertain myself well enough.

...A child your age has a job? As what exactly?

[raven_daughter]

As a waitress. And you may have a job yourself, you'll be told soon enough.

[pickedontemplar]

*Oh man, daddy needs to sit down. He had heard of children being servants, but having actual jobs? This was going to be a heavy culture shock for him down the road, it seemed.*

I... see.

[raven_daughter]

[i'm almost a teen dammit ;A;]

Anymore questions?

[pickedontemplar]

Oh! Yes. What's your name? As your new father, I should keep track of you after all. I'm Alistair.