Memo 001: Meet the Assistant.

[prpl_assistant]

A. Action for 1337 Benny Road.

[The first thing Miss Pauling notes when she opens her eyes is how bright the bedroom is. She shuts her eyes tightly, having not yet readjusted to the light. However, when she opens them up again, she immediately notes something else.

The walls around her weren't coloured purple.

Confused, she reaches for her glasses at the bedside table, only to note that they weren't her usual optic wear either. They were just the wrong shape.]

That's strange, where are my glasses...?

[Her hands fumbled around for her familiar pair of spectacles, until she accidentally knocked over the lamp with a resounding smash.]

Ooops.

B. Phone

Hello? Is there anyone there? I...I think I've been kidnapped!

Comments

[prpl_assistant]

Are...are you the one who kidnapped me?

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

Don't be silly. I would know your name if I had been the one, yes?

[prpl_assistant]

So you're not the one?

[She lets out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.]

OK. That's good. My name is Miss Pauling. May I know who I'm speaking to please?

[The man's thick Russian accent gave him away, but having a name to go with the voice would help the conversation along.]

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

My name is Russia, but you can call me Ivan if you prefer that.

[The voice is cheerful and ...too high pitched for a male, which makes it sound very childish.]

[prpl_assistant]

It's a pleasure, Mr....Ivan. (She gives the phone a weird look, but continues on with the conversation. At this point, she needs answers, and if some child? Man? Who called himself after his own homeland had them, she needed to know.)

So are you trapped here like me? How long have you been here?

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

Only for a few weeks, but some others have been here for a year and longer. The town does not let people out, you see, at least not when they want.

[prpl_assistant]

When they want? What do you mean by that?

B

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

Yes, everyone here has.

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[prpl_assistant]

(The phone nearly slips from her fingers when she hears the eerily familiar voice over the line.)

A-a-a-administrator! I, you, I mean, are you alright!?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(He's making breakfast when he hears the crash. Huh, new arrival time already? He figures whoever his new wife is, she'll need some time to calm down, so he just stays where he is and starts cooking more food.)

[prpl_assistant]

[In the end, Miss Pauling takes 20 minutes before she stumbles downstairs, still very, very confused. She's, for once, not wearing anything purple, and instead is wearing a lavender shirt with a blue skirt. She's wearing the new glasses she found as well, having given up locating her usual ones.

It was bad enough that she wakes up in a bad that does not belong to her (she's not that kind of girl!!). Things get even more complicated when she hears sound coming from the kitchen.]

H-hello? Who's there?

[Secretly though, she grabs one of the ornaments lying around the house and lays in wait around the corner. If this person has kidnapped her, than he is going to pay for making her late for work. The moment he steps out of the kitchen, she's going to bring the piece of house decor right down on his head.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(That sounded like...

No, it couldn't be.

But it didn't seem very likely that either Spy would use that voice as a disguise given what just happened recently (http://mayfield-logs.livejournal.com/161107.html). He stays where he is and calls back:)

Come on in, brekkie will be ready in a tick.

(Good thing he has a knife in hand, just in case.)

[prpl_assistant]

[That voice. She KNOWS that voice. Still keeping the golf trophy though, just in case.]

Mr.Mundy? Is that...you?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

That I am, Miss Pauling. (Beat.) Th' RED one.

If you don't moind, would you come in so we can talk face t' face? You can Spoi-check me if you'd loike.

[prpl_assistant]

Alright.

[She heads into the kitchen and sure enough, there's the RED Sniper, in the middle of cooking breakfast. She approaches him carefully, until she's right in front of him.]

Mr Mundy, if you are the real him...I'm very sorry about this.

[There goes the golf trophy, aimed right at his head. She's swinging with all her strength too.]

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Now that's surprising.]


.....do I know you?

[prpl_assistant]

[To her disappointment, it's not the Administrator on the phone, but rather a woman who just sounds really like her.]

Oh, sorry. I thought you were someone I knew.

So, everyone here is kidnapped? Even the weird children who are supposed to be my "kids"?

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

None of us can leave this town of our own free will.

[prpl_assistant]

But eventually, will we be able to go home if whoever "they" are want us to?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(With the apology as warning, the Sniper has enough time to turn so the trophy goes into his shoulder instead. It still hurts, of course, but better a giant bruise there than a concussion.)

(His expression and tone still the same polite detachment it was before:) Now that we've got that out 'f th' way, woi don't you sit down for some brekkie? I've only got decaf in th' 'ouse, but if you'd loike I can pour you some.

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

I was told that people leave sometimes, yes.

[prpl_assistant]

Then...then that's good, right? We get to go home?

[prpl_assistant]

[Immediately, she drops the trophy down like it's a hot potato.]

You ARE the RED Sniper! Oh my God I am really, really sorry about hurting you, I didn't mean to! Is there a first-aid kit somewhere?

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

If we have friends or family here, suddenly leaving is very inconveniencing for them, yes?

[prpl_assistant]

I...I guess so. Though I don't really think I have anyone close to me here so far, I just got here after all.

And won't all of us just leave eventually then?