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

[retardantflame.livejournal.com]

The fuck? How in the hell d'you know my last name? How d'you know who I am? [To herself:] I don't remember there bein' any other women at the base. An' I know for sure the other Pyro's a guy... Well, in his base he is. What other women... Miss Pauling?

[prpl_assistant]

Miss Webb, this is Miss Pauling speaking. And is there a difference to being kidnapped and being new here?

[prpl_assistant]

So for now...she's OK...

(She sighs with relief. Whatever this droning process was, as long as the Administrator was alive, there was a chance that she could snap her boss out of it.)

Alright Mr McCann. Could you please tell me who "they" are, and what do "they" usually do?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Zhat among ozzer zhings, oui. Zhis town is prone to zhrow many tricks at us just when you 'ave started to settle down for a moment.

[retardantflame.livejournal.com]

Well, I meant you were here before and got stolen from yer house 'r whatever. But if yer new here, I guess not. Ya just got stolen from your world t' this little town, an' there ain't any way t' get out of here. Well, far's we know, anyway. But yeah, yer stuck here, in this godforsaken fuckhole that calls itself a town. I guess it gets less annoyin' as you go along, an' ya get more've yer shit back. It's complicated, fuck. Questions so far?

[prpl_assistant]

(Still sounds like kidnapping to her, but anyway...)

Do you happen to know why we were brought to this place then, Miss Webb? For ransom? Blackmail?

[knowsabout.livejournal.com]

From my understanding if you break one of the rules you'll get turned in to one. A lot of people got turned in to them a few weeks ago because they didn't drink the milk that was handed out.

[prpl_assistant]

What other things, Mr.Spy?

[prpl_assistant]

Milk? I'm afraid I don't understand....do you mean to say we will be punished if we don't drink the milk?

[knowsabout.livejournal.com]

Well it was only for a short time that people ended up getting punished for it. I think they got rid of the rule.

It was interesting, but the milk was causing people to get hurt, I don't know if the milk now does that to people but I would avoid it.

[prpl_assistant]

Are there any other rules then that I should be aware of, Miss Mana?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Zhings like poisonous milk and giving us zhe drive to kill as many people as possible. Zhey can affect our memories and zhe way we act. I 'ave not been 'ere zhat long, I am certain zhere are much more - and possibly, much worse - zhings zhat 'ave 'appened 'ere.

[prpl_assistant]

...how much do you know about this whole place, Mr.Spy? I might want to meet you to collect this information.

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Not much, I am afraid. You may find more information from someone who 'as been 'ere longer.

Mais, if you would allow me to see your beautiful face, mademoiselle, I can give you as much as I 'ave.

[prpl_assistant]

That would be much appreciated, Mr.Spy. Could I meet you at my...I guess my house? I'm currently lodging at 1337 Benny Road.

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

...Wait a moment-- do you reside wizh mon ch-- ah, I mean zhe RED Sniper?

[prpl_assistant]

I think I do. According to what others have told me, I'm apparently his "wife" here in Mayfield. I mean, his fake wife, while we're stuck here.

(Spy should be able to detect how uncomfortable she is with the whole arrangement.)

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

Oui, if you live wizh 'im, I am afraid zhat is zhe condition you must abide by. Mais, you are lucky.

[prpl_assistant]

Why? Is ther-

-never mind. Would it still be alright for you to come over, Mr.Spy?

[un-beau-coquin.livejournal.com]

[He'll leave her alone this time. She'll find out sooner or later.]

Mais, oui. When would you like me to drop by, Mademoiselle Pauling?

[prpl_assistant]

Whenever it's convenient for you, Mr.Spy.

[withwinter.livejournal.com]

[ Letty is silent a moment herself, but when she speaks, maybe Miss Pauling would hear the delightful tone. ]

Well, if you find a way out, feel free to share it the others. It's been taking some of them months.

[prpl_assistant]

I'll make sure to do that, Miss.

Thank you and have a nice day. I hope that you'll be able to get out of here as well.

[withwinter.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. Have fun with this town.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

People who come from different planets, people from different versions of earth. There's a few people who claim to be countries running around.