First. [Action + Audio]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[Residents of the 949 Beulah Street household, or any surrounding houses for that matter, will probably hear angry shouting. For those of you who aren't nearby, you'll hear it over the phones as well.]]

...The fuck is this?!

[[Stomp stomp stompin' around the room, growling and generally being angry.]]Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is this

Comments

[bluecapboy]

[Luke is extremely confused, also worried.]

M-Mr. Allan?!

[brbpouncingyou]

...

Well, so I'm stuck, is that it? What the fuck am I supposed to do in the meantime, sit around and do nothing?

[[UNHAPPY.]]

[bluecapboy]

We're stuck here until we find a way out. And that's what we're trying to do right now.

[brbpouncingyou]

What's up with those weird-assed photos in this room, then?

[bluecapboy]

Oh, right. Along with putting you into a fake house, they assign you to a family too. You don't get to pick who get to live with, they decide for you. The photos in the room show who you're currently living with.

[brbpouncingyou]

They look like a bunch of unruly ragamuffins.

[bluecapboy]

Ragamuffins? [He sounds kind of amused by that.]

Well, like I said, you don't really get to pick. I live with this fellow with chainsaws for legs who's supposed to be my dad. Some people get lucky and end up with great family members, others...not so much.

[brbpouncingyou]

...

Chainsaws for legs? Are you serious?

[bluecapboy]

I wish I were kidding. Fortunately he doesn't use it very often.

[brbpouncingyou]

...That's pretty fucking awesome. Where can I meet this guy?

[bluecapboy]

["Awesome" is the last word he'd used to describe Giriko's abilities.]

...Um, 947 Beulah Street, though he isn't the social type. At all.

[brbpouncingyou]

Didn't imagine so. And hey, since you know so much about me already, what's my address?

[bluecapboy]

949 Beulah Street.

[brbpouncingyou]

Cool. Thanks, kid.

[bluecapboy]

Mm. Anytime.

[He doesn't sound terribly enthusiastic about it.]