xxx1 - Phone/Action
A. [Action for 1762 Beaver Street]
[...Out of all the places Satoshi expected to wake up, a comfortable bed with the sunlight streaming through the windows certainly was not one of them. While he had been expecting his time at home to be limited at best, he wasn't expecting the place he would end up to be quite this...
...pleasant.
Satoshi gets up quietly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and taking in the surroundings of a room that wasn't his. There's worry there, certainly...who wouldn't be under these circumstances? But somehow, it didn't seem as dire as it had been before.
Residents of 1762 Beaver Street, you may find a new child wandering the halls of your home. Still clad in his pajamas, no less, staring very blankly at the pictures on the wall.
He has no idea what's going on.]
B. [General action]
[Now that he's dressed and introduced to his new family, Satoshi is just sort of. Wandering aimlessly, talking to people and drones alike. Perhaps the person he stopped was you, or perhaps he's futilely attempting some sort of conversation with a drone. Either way, he looks very confused and helpless. :(]
C. [Phone]
...Umm...[A soft clearing of his throat]
So...I've been talking to some people and...they said that these phones go to everyone? Hahaha...that's kind of silly... [Nervous laughter. Such very nervous laughter.]
But, umm...they made it sound like I would be here for a while. So...I guess I should introduce myself.
...I'm Satoshi. Satoshi Hou- [He stops himself. No. According to Mayfield, he was a Houjou no longer.
He should feel relieved at that. But there's only a sense of loss. He didn't have much, but Mayfield had stripped him of everything.
But was that really so bad?]
...I guess...I'm "Satoshi Jones" now. I don't know many of you just yet, but...
...It's nice to meet you.
[...Out of all the places Satoshi expected to wake up, a comfortable bed with the sunlight streaming through the windows certainly was not one of them. While he had been expecting his time at home to be limited at best, he wasn't expecting the place he would end up to be quite this...
...pleasant.
Satoshi gets up quietly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and taking in the surroundings of a room that wasn't his. There's worry there, certainly...who wouldn't be under these circumstances? But somehow, it didn't seem as dire as it had been before.
Residents of 1762 Beaver Street, you may find a new child wandering the halls of your home. Still clad in his pajamas, no less, staring very blankly at the pictures on the wall.
He has no idea what's going on.]
B. [General action]
[Now that he's dressed and introduced to his new family, Satoshi is just sort of. Wandering aimlessly, talking to people and drones alike. Perhaps the person he stopped was you, or perhaps he's futilely attempting some sort of conversation with a drone. Either way, he looks very confused and helpless. :(]
C. [Phone]
...Umm...[A soft clearing of his throat]
So...I've been talking to some people and...they said that these phones go to everyone? Hahaha...that's kind of silly... [Nervous laughter. Such very nervous laughter.]
But, umm...they made it sound like I would be here for a while. So...I guess I should introduce myself.
...I'm Satoshi. Satoshi Hou- [He stops himself. No. According to Mayfield, he was a Houjou no longer.
He should feel relieved at that. But there's only a sense of loss. He didn't have much, but Mayfield had stripped him of everything.
But was that really so bad?]
...I guess...I'm "Satoshi Jones" now. I don't know many of you just yet, but...
...It's nice to meet you.