Mayfield 01: Obligatory wake up post. Phone/Action.

[meettheknife]

[As with most men of his profession, Spy was a light sleeper at best. So, when he woke up feeling groggy and dazed he was quick to jerk upright, surveying his surroundings with a highly confused expression.

He looks to his side, a woman is there, despite himself, he can't help but notice that she is rather attractive. He begins to wonder if he snuck

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[bye_to_yer_head]

............

Th' hell are you talkin' about?

*Sniper has no idea that the other RED Spy has left, and therefor thinks this Spy is that Spy.*

[meettheknife]

[He jumps a little and stares at the phone.]

It is a pleasure to 'ear you, Miss Pauling. Zank you for ze clarification, you 'ave a way wizh words. Unlike some ozhers...

[prpl_assistant]

I can take it from here, Mr Sniper.

(Note the insert of "Mr"; she's back to serious business.)

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Mr Spy, I can only guess that everything is very confusing at the moment but I can assure you that I can explain most of what is going on. However, it would be better if we met face-to-face; the phones here can be hacked into.

[meettheknife]

Face-to-face? [He hums.] I would be appreciate zat very much. 'owever, I 'ave no idea where I am.

[prpl_assistant]

You're currently in one of the housing units of Mayfield. If you check your mail box, it should have an address.

[meettheknife]

Aaaah....Alright zen...Give me a second.

[He slinks outside of his house, still feeling horribly self aware about his face. He looks at his mailbox and scans the area, once he has the information he needs, he picks up the phone again.]

It would appear I am residing wizin 772 Bunker street.

[prpl_assistant]

(She notes that down.)

I'll be there as soon as I can; in the mean time, keep your identity as a Spy secret.

(Within a few minutes, Spy will hear a knock on his front door.)

[meettheknife]

[He hums in agreement and puts the phone down as he hears the knock, turning to march toward it quickly before hesitating.

Oh, the mask.

He isn't sure what to do at this point. If she sees his face and knows that it's him, it's over.

At the same time, he really wants to know what's going on over here, perhaps his career will well and truly be over anyway.

He goes to open the door, but in a brief moment of fear, he reaches out for a nearby hat on a hat rack and opens the door with a hat pressed against his face.]

Miss Pauling.

[prpl_assistant]

Mr Spy. You don't need to worry about your identity; all information regarding RED employees is confidential. I'm under contract to never reveal any details about any of the team members, especially the Spies.

[meettheknife]

Ah...of course.

[He puts the hat back on its hook, but he still finds looking directly at the other difficult so he's looking at everything but her.]

So, you 'ad somezhing to tell me?

[prpl_assistant]

This town that you're in is called Mayfield; a prison shaped in the form of a 1950's small town in America. The objectives of our wardens are not known so far, but it is suspected that they are running a sort of advanced computer simulation; as such we are trapped in a prison that has no physical form. You will find that although we are free to explore and walk in the town and the surroundings, walking too far out will result in a loop of some sort; you will just end up back at the other side of town.

[meettheknife]

A prison? 'ow strange.. wizh no known objectives...zat is a lot to take..

'ow long 'ave you been 'ere?