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A. Action, locked to 1126 Taylor Road, early in the morning

[The sun comes from the windows, the warmth of the new day gently pushes her away from her dreams. It certainly feels like a good day is about to start. Almost without thinking, she nuzzles her face against the shoulder her head had been resting so far. She feels...soft. Squishy, almost.

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[Tarvek mumbles, snerks in his sleep, wriggles a bit, then peers blearily across the bet, muttering:]

'S-not time-t' get up, Betty-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Sits bolt upright, eyes wide, scrabbling at the bedside table to find his big, dark horn-rim glasses which he rams on his face.]

Y-you're not Betty!

[Blinks.]

Red-fire! You're not...

[Forces himself to breathe, very slowly, calming himself.]

(mutters to himself) Get a hold of yourself, Sturmvoraus. You knew this could happen. Oh-my-God! The kids

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[Betty? Luka smiles warmly at him, looking him go up and out, and then return, all the time talking and talking. Boy, he sure likes to talk alright. By the time Tarvek is back, Luka has...done absolutely nothing; she's still leisurely laying on the bed, blanket removed from her so that she's resting over her shoulder in a carefree way, her face still in that apparent state of calm.]

So...Mayfield. Kids. Fake marriage.

[She nods and tries to let it sink in for a moment before yawning and falling back to bed.]

Seems like someone is going through great pains to make a convincingly prepared prison for us, don't you think? I even have a house, a bed, children... [A light snort] And a husband. Very impressive.

So tell me, Tarkved Sturmvoraus, where you an android before coming here?

[velesdonnersen]

[Blink-blink-huh?]

Android?

Wait, I think I've heard that word. A mechanical person? Like a Muse?

[Eyes go HUGE]

You -- were you a Muse?!!!

[He's not quite dorky enough to say, "Awesome!" but it's a close call...]

I mean... No. No, I wasn't a Muse... "android." I was a spark: that's a sort of technical wizard. I...

I made androids. Before they brought me here.

Right now the talent's gone. I'm... hoping I get it back, eventually.

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Muse...well, muses do sing, right? And I'm a singing android.

[A blink.]

Well, was one of those. Now I'm just a pretty girl. And you build androids? With magic?

[Or rather, he did, but Tarvek sounds at least remotely optimistic about getting his talent back.]

You think I can get my body back? Not that I'm complaining about this one though.

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[Ah, she has successfully called his attention to basic truths: like she's in their bed, in a nightie, looking very lush, and far less nervous than he'd be.]

Eeeeep. [BLUSH] No, I don't suppose you are. It's a very nice...

Um.

I...

I know people who have gotten back the bodies they originally had. Or their talents, if they lost them. Or whatever. Mayfield -- it puts people through very dramatic things, but it apparently gives bits of your own life, or abilities back.

[Tries hard to politely not-look at her.]

Er, the drone-wife who was here before you was, well, very not-a-wife. She got upset if I didn't sleep here, but she wasn't... she didn't. Um. She wasn't a wife. We didn't... We slept here, but we didn't, um, "sleep together."

If you'd like I can sleep on a sofa down in my office in the house. Or... I can sleep on the floor. Or in a bathtub. Or something.

[Poor boy. He's trying to be chivalrous.]

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[And now she got him uncomfortable! One would say she's playing with him... The fact she's playing with her pink hair has nothing to do with it. Nope.]

It's a very nice-looking body, yes. Just like mine, but made of flesh. Seems like the basic idea was just change the composition, not the looks.

[That chivalry is making her giggle a bit.]

Don't worry! We can share the bed. I might transform into a hug monster, but if you can endure that we should both enjoy sleeping here. You were here first, after all.

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[He doesn't think he'd trust himself in that bed with her if she turned into a hug monster. He's very, very inexperienced, and his life is getting far more sexually/romantically complicated than he knows how to handle

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Oh come on, I promise I won't be a bother? Maybe if we take turns?

[Jokes aside, Luka doesn't feel right claiming the bed for her alone.]

Hate them? As long as they don't display annoying behaviors I won't mind them.

And don't worry about the cooking, I have that one covered. You can take the washing and we'll see what else comes up-

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Uh

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[Girlfriend you say? The plot, she thickens!]

Why would I be, now? You seem like a nice guy, but I'm not looking into anything of any sort for the time being, so if you don't want anything, and I don't want anything, and this is all clear, then we should be just perfect, right?

[Unless it turns she has been magically transported to a romantic comedy. Then she's pretty much damned to love him.]

So the kids are convinced? Well, I guess there is no point on upsetting them if they aren't going to change at all, right? So I'll behave around them, promise.

[Truth to be told, she wouldn't care about trying to change them in the first place; letting them be is far less of a bother for her. Nodding in resolution, she jumps out of the bed, smoothening her nightgown.]

Any kind of additional information to figure this place will be much appreciated. I suppose there are clothes that will fit me, too, right?

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Yes. The clothes will fit. I don't know what you'll think of the fashions. \

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I don't mind them, for now.

So, what would you like for breakfast?

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I'm not sure what is in the house. There's some very odd colored cereal that The Betty used to feed the kids. Oh... I hope I warned you, but if I didn't, you're not supposed to drink the milk from the milkman. Milk you buy at the store is usually all right.

Anyway. Um... I know she had eggs and breakfast sausages in the house, and bread and jam for toast. Is that simple enough?

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Yeah, eggs and bacon. So very American!

[She makes a little snorting noise as she makes her way towards the closet and starts inspecting the clothes.]

And evil milk. This is just getting better and better...

[velesdonnersen]

[Ok, she's cute. He's got to admit she's cute. And so determined as she goes pawing through the closet. XD]

Mayfield's pretty weird, yeah. I've got a friend who says it seems to be patterned on some old fictions from someplace at least similar to her world's America, so you're probably right about the breakfast food.

Where are you from, if not America? What did you do? Did you have any talents that have disappeared, like your old body?

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I was made on Japan, on a lab of course.

[Checking the skirts. The long, heavy skirts. Ugh.]

And I could sing line nobody else you might know. Not even my siblings, but humble as I am I try to keep it down. I should be able to sing more or less well even with human vocal cords though...