Memory 001: Starting over again.

[forgotten_titan]

Good morning 625 Topper Street! Usually, the house would be filled with the chatter of the drone!kids and the drone!wife as they start the day all fresh and chirpy. However, this time there's something, or rather someone, who's acting out of the "ordinary" for drones. Rather, when the drone!mum pops up to shake her "daughter" awake, all she gets is a sleepy, "Ten more minutes dad, please...?" Drone!mum shakes her head with exasperation, but gives the teenager the extra time she wants.

Tara is in bed less than that though, as her sleepy mind suddenly realizes that something is not right. Her mom isn't home, she's working out of the country. It's dad who usually wakes her up. And he would NEVER give her ten extra minutes.

Action: 625 Topper Street
Hey Sniper, you have a blonde girl dressed in pyjamas trying to sneak to the phone. She's trying to avoid the drone!mum and the kids, but obviously she's no Spy. However, she does look determined, if not nervous, to get to that phone. Care to speak with her and say hi to your new not!daughter?

Action: Topper Street
She's just had a conversation with her new not!dad, but there's still plenty of things she doesn't get. She's taken to wondering the streets outside now, gaping at the perfect houses and trees that line the entire neighborhood.

Action: School
Mayfield High, there's a new kid who's in town. Tara "Mundy" is looking a little lost though, and she has no idea where the classes are, or even which is her locker. She's going around asking people for help. Maybe she's just waved you over then? Or maybe you see her wandering the corridor? Either way, will you help her out?

Action: Town, after school.
The moment the bell goes, she's out of the place immediately to check out the rest of town. Prison or no, she's not one to turn down the opportunity to go exploring. You might see her around as she checks out the place.

Phone, unfiltered
(She was already told that she had been taken from home, that this wasn't even the USA that she had grown up in. Still, she had to at least try. Her fingers nearly slip as she dials in the number.)
...Dad? Are you there?

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625 Topper Street

[bye_to_yer_head]

*It's 7 a.m. It's 7 a.m. and Sniper is currently in the kitchen grabbing a beer. No this is not unusual in any way. He was actually hoping he could time this so that he'd be in the kitchen while the drone!mom was waking up the kids and then out again before she came back down. But then he turns around and stares.

That's... that's not either of his drone kids.*

Th' hell are you doing?

*First impressions are key afterall, at least he hasn't gone for his knife.*

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(She nearly stumbles when she gets caught out, but she quickly pins herself to the wall and glares at him as fiercely as she can. She can't let herself appear intimidated by the kidnappers!)

Let me go. I don't know why you abducted me, but I'm pretty sure my dad has called the police and reported this. Just...let me go, and I won't tell anyone.

(Her voice betrays her bravado though, as it shakes right near the end.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*That deer in headlights look she has almost makes him smile.*

Abducted? Why th' hell would I kidnap you? Anyway, yer in my house, mate.

*He opens his beer and leans against the counter, regarding her coldly as he starts drinking.*

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Wait, you didn't kidnap me? Then...then why am I here?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Cos th' town stuck you here. Jus' loike everyone else.

Or do you mean why are you in my house? Maybe yer after stealing things. Yer welcome to it if you want.

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What do you mean? When I woke up, I was in the bed upstairs. What do you mean that the town stuck me here?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That's what this troppo town does t' people. You wake up here an' you can't leave. The town I mean, not th' house.

Think this mean's I'm probably short a drone kid then. An' just when I was gonna teach 'em to shoot each other too.

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(She's finding it difficult to follow the man's accent. She KNOWS it's Australian, but still, there are a few words that she doesn't get.)

Tr-troppo? Drone? And what do you mean "shoot each other"!?

(Her voice is getting higher and higher. Exactly WHAT has she gotten herself into!?)

[bye_to_yer_head]

What part 'f 'shoot each other' wasn't easy t' follow fer ya?

*He gestures with his beer at the drone boy who's come in to eat some cereal.*

Was gonna give that one a pistol an' the girl a revolver an' see who lasted longest. But I'm not sure they'd actually go through with it.

*He shrugs and chugs down some more of his drink.*

Guess I won't be findin' out.

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(She's just going to stare at you. And take a few steps back.)

Are you...are you going to shoot me?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Why would I shoot you? Yer not some fake drone. This kid, he ain't a real person.

*Without warning Sniper reaches out and pulls the boy off the chair and tosses him across the room. The drone doesn't react, simply sitting back down and eating his cereal.*

Normally keep th' lot 'f the creepy buggers locked up in th' basement. But I let 'em out yesterday.

*The expression on his face makes it clear he now thinks that was a mistake.*

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(She nearly screams when he throws the kid. She doesn't know which is freakier; the fact that he did it so calmly, or the fact that the boy just goes back to his seat and keeps eating his cereal.)

What happened to him?

(Her voice comes out in a whisper. She's stuck in a house with crazy people. She's going to die.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

No idea. The town's fulla these fake people though.

I'm Sniper by the way.

*Best to get that out there before the not!wife comes around and starts calling him Mason.*

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Sniper?

(Her eyes grow wide with FEAR. Her back's pressed against the wall so hard that she wishes that she could just go through it.)

Are you...are you a killer?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He eyes her. Suddenly unsure if she's a Spy. No one should be this scared of a name. It would be just like that coward to pretend to be a young girl....*

Some people 'ave put it that way. I loike t' think of myself as an Assassin.

You can relax. I ain't gonna hurt you.

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(Oh seriously Sniper? A Spy? And it's not like she's afraid of your name, but of what it means.)

O, OK.

(She doesn't trust the man yet. But for now, she's going to have to take him at face value.)

Are you stuck here too then?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*They're everywhere okay!! He's not paranoid.*

Yea. Been here a little over a month. There's a whole bloody list 'f places I'd rather be than here in Mayfield.

*He almost checks his empty beer can at the drone, but on second thought he tosses it in the sink. If she runs off she'll likely get droned and just come back anyway.*

Least you get yer own room.

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(YES HE IS.)

And we can't leave? Why?

(She doesn't want her own room, she just wants to go home. Where everything is nice and normal, and she has her dad with her. But seeing as he's hasn't tried to hurt her yet, she does relax. A little.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

No idea. But you don't 'ave to take my word fer it, go ahead an' try to leave. You'll jus' end up back here.

*He kicks open the fridge and grabs another beer.*

You want one?

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(She eyes him warily. She MIGHT just try that later.)

No thanks. I'm not allowed to drink until I'm 21.

So, if we're supposed to be prisoners here, how come we're not stuck in jail cells, or something?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Why th' hell not?

Because th' town loikes t' mess with us. I don't 'ave all the answers.

[forgotten-titan.livejournal.com]

Isn't it against the law to drink until you're 21?

Is there a prison guard, or a security system to keep us all trapped here then?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not where I'm from.

*Of course she's not exactly 18 either....*

Considerin' th' police force is Scout I think yer safe. If he gives you trouble jus' remind him how he can't hold his Scrumpy an' nearly chundered all over his own floor.

There ain't nothing loike that. But if you walk down th' highway long enough you'll just come back into town from the opposite side. Just so you know, if you try an leave fer more than three days you get turned into one of those drongo zombie things.

*He's just gonna drink his beer and fail to realize that about 1/3 of that was incomprehensible gibberish to people who don't know what he's talking about.*

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The police is...a boy scout?

(She's trying to figure this and you out, Sniper. The only thing she understood from whatever you just said was that law enforcement consisted of one person who ties knots and goes for camping trips, and that the town loops on itself. You're talking nearly nothing else but nonsense to her, and you're also a trained assassin.

I'm sorry, but she's come to the opinion that you're a crazed gunman. Gonna inch away veeeery slowly from you now.)

Right. Gotcha. So...if we try to leave Mayfield for more than three days, we become like, like him.

(She gestures at the boy, still cheerfully munching on his cornflakes.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Aaaaand Sniper has no idea what she's saying either.*

He's a what now? No that's 'is name. Scout. BLU Scout at that.

*He sees you inching away. Great, the only person he's intimidating to is a teenage blonde girl.*

Pretty much. It usually don't last all that long though. So feel free t' try.

*At that point the drone!mom shows up to start preparing casseroles and pies and do other housewifey things. Sniper immediately looks uncomfortable and starts backing away towards the back door of the kitchen.*

Roight ... well....