005; [Phonecall] Naming blues

[dimensioncannon]

[Hello Mayfield. Have an irritable announcement.] So not havin' to deal with a husband's alright, but if one more bloody drone calls me 'Mrs. Laurinaitis', I refuse to be held responsible for what happens to them.

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i-is action okay IF NOT I WILL DELETE IT

[letunityblossom]

[Toris is back from his town explorations and thus overhears the phone call.] E-eh?

OMG HDU--no it's okay :D

[dimensioncannon]

[...oh. Hi. Nice job, Mayfield.]

...Hi.

[letunityblossom]

[...WELL I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO SAY. Have some awkward shuffling?]

...Ah, what were you talking about on the phone, Miss?

[dimensioncannon]

[Blame Mayfield, it's what she does whenever it does something horrid to her.]

Th'drones. Have you got the rundown on those yet?

[letunityblossom]

[Well he really meant the "Mrs. Laurinaitis" thing, but actually that's a good inquiry, too.] I'm afraid I haven't.

[dimensioncannon]

[She knows. She's intentionally avoiding it.] I've been told, if you stay in this town long enough, you'll forget who you are and where you're from. All you'll remember is the imaginary history it made up for you. Everythin' that's you will be gone, and you'll be trapped here forever, a part of this place. If you ever find yourself slippin', I suggest y'tell someone who knows you, and hold on tight, yeah? As long as we remember who we are, we've got a chance to get away.

[Incidentally, you've got her answer to why she's got a problem with that name, too.]

[letunityblossom]

[...Oh no, he is not having his history replaced for him again, and certainly not by some apparently malevolent pseudo-American town.] There are others I know here, at least.

[And now he's connecting the "imaginary history" and "Mrs. Laurinaitis" thing.] ...S-so, according to that imaginary history, we're-- [wat]

[dimensioncannon]

Yeah? Good, the more th'better. [Not that she's incredibly experienced with this. She just pretends she is.

Ah yes. And that. Have a pensive frown.]

...S'only on paper and in the minds of all the people who've forgotten the truth. Doesn't mean anything else.

[letunityblossom]

[ACTUALLY YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON HE'S SPOKEN TO WHO IS NOT A NATION]

I suppose that's true, but it's still a bit--I'm sorry, Miss.

[dimensioncannon]

[Whereas she's...never even heard of nations, so go figure.]

I'm Rose. Rose Tyler. It's nice to meet you. All things aside.

[letunityblossom]

Toris Laurinaitis. Pleased to meet you, Miss Tyler. [uncertain] I-is there anything else about the town I should know?

[dimensioncannon]

Toris, s'nice name. [And what she will call you forever more, probably] That...depends, what d'you know about it so far?

[letunityblossom]

[smile!] Thank you. I was told no one can leave except sometimes people disappear, and sometimes people are from different times or maybe they change times sometimes? ...And that it's called Mayfield.

[dimensioncannon]

I've heard people leave and I've heard some people end up like those. [She nodded slightly.] This place seems t'be orchestrated by the Mayor, or some little girl named Lucy. If you step too far out of line where th'drones can see, that Mayor will make you like 'em for a little while. The milkman leaves milk on the doorstep, but it's poisonous, and the post-man is psychotic. Seems t'be out only for himself.

[She frowns then.] And th'four of 'em toy with us, they try and make us play along with their games until we forget there's anythin' besides the games.

[letunityblossom]

[Toris can't help but wince at the description; it sounds absolutely awful.] I--I see. It hardly sounds pleasant.

[dimensioncannon]

[Yes, it does.] Which is why we're gonna find a way out of here before that happens.