First Game of Tag

[innocentreplica]

[ For those on the phone, all that can be heard is the sound of the telephone banging around, it's user unused to the technology. Then, a child's voice comes through pretty loudly, sounding frightened. ]

Anise! Pamela! Oliver!

[ And suddenly, he sounds like he's trying to find the right words for whatever he wants to say as he continues to shout into

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[discoinfernorz]

[why so much yelling this week augh. he actually thinks it's Hanna at first and peers into the house to check things out. of course, he notices an absence of screaming Hanna and creepy drone Mari pretty quickly, and the latter can only mean one thing.

UP THE STAIRS HE GOES TO INVESTIGATE. the source of the noise is pretty easy to locate, what with there only being one unoccupied bedroom.

...what is up with the newcomers hiding under things.]

You're quite the loud one too, aren't you?

[innocentreplica]

[ Because yelling gets attention pretty easily. If he had firecrackers, or even knew what they were, maybe he would've done that instead. Who knows.

Wide green eyes peer up at him from under the bed, and the kid looks caught between bolting out to cling to him and hiding further. He meets himself halfway, peeking his head out a little to stare at the older boy, and looks appropriately abashed.

He hesitates for a moment, trying to find the word he'd been taught. ]

...Sorry.

Can I go back to Daath now?

[discoinfernorz]

I'm afraid not.

[if he has to give the trapped-in-mayfield speech to another idiot hiding under furniture this week...]

Why don't you come out from under there and we can have a proper talk? I'll explain things to you. [so you don't keep screaming at the phone like a loon or magically find those fireworks to set off.]

[innocentreplica]

[ You know it's the higlight of your week.

Nonetheless, after a minute of staring, he crawls out from under the bed and ambles awkwardly to his feet. Still getting used to this walking and talking thing.

This person isn't yelling or demanding or even vaguely scary, so he figures it's okay to do as he asks.

He steadied himself, fingers clutching the end of the shirt he'd woken up in nervously. ]

I won't read the Score.

[swift_gigantic]

Uh, hey, I'm sorry, but you can't go home.

[innocentreplica]

[ He continues to speak loudly, though he's not shouting now, startled that a voice was actually coming back through the device. ] Why not?

[swift_gigantic]

[Not like she's not used to people speaking loudly so she doesn't do anything on her end.]

That I don't know. The only thing I was told about this place was you can't leave...and that we're in America.

[innocentreplica]

I don't wanna be stuck somewhere again. I like being in Daath.

What's America?

[no_bullying]

Hmm? Did someone say my name?

[innocentreplica]

Pamela?

...You don't sound like her.

[no_bullying]

But my name's Pamela...

[innocentreplica]

Are you Anise's Mama?

[hourai_branch]

Welcome to Mayfield.

[innocentreplica]

Thank you. Are you one of those drone things?

[hourai_branch]

I shouldn't be?

[innocentreplica]

Well being a drone is bad, isn't it?