1st Coffee

[mal_addict]

[A: Action; 915 Bilko Boulevard - morning (locked to housemates)]

[Once you’ve slept enough times in a tattered army tent, with nothing but the cold ground and a marginally annoying leak in the roof just where your head is supposed to lie, you are not used to waking up in comfort. In fact, Maladict had not woken up in comfort for quite some time, so that was the first thing to set alarm bells ringing before she even opened her eyes. The second thing was having a heartbeat. Now that definitely wasn’t normal.

The vampire-who-currently-wasn’t opened her eyes cautiously, taking in her surroundings. Right. Definitely not a tattered army tent. Maybe she was having some kind of Flashside replase? She scrunched up her nose, looking around at the suburban bliss that surrounded her]

“Wow. I didn’t think my own mind hated me this much. Learn something new every day.”

[B:Phone; afternoon (open to all)]

[Maladict sounds confident, despite being in a strange place and never having used a phone before in her life. At least years of being a vampire have given her a great superiority complex. Handy, in situations like this.]

So, as I sit here, staring out at my idyllic little garden, admiring this perfect little life I’ve been given, I wonder exactly which God I really hacked off to deserve this, unless Nuggan isn’t as dead as they say he is. I mean, who thinks this sort of thing is pleasant?

…Well, I’m sure there are people here who do but, hey, if you want to live your life in quiet, moronic bliss, go right ahead. Don’t let me stop you. Don’t forget to water your pansies.

Me? I’m putting on a pair of trousers and finding the nearest exit out of here. I don’t care what anyone says, there’s a way out of everything if you look hard enough.

[C; Action; around Mayfield - afternoon (open to all)]

[And, just like her word, Maladict is wandering around Mayfield in a pair of trousers that look suspiciously like a dress with the middle sewn together, looking for a way out. She looks pretty determined, too.]

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[kinship]

[Cain had been on his way to school, still looking quite tired and pale, though much better than he had been doing, when he happened to see... this peculiar sight. IS THAT A DRESS SEWN DOWN THE MIDDLE?!]

...

[mal_addict]

[Why yes, yes it is. So many things could be said about Mal, but no one could ever say she wasn't resourceful. Still, she notices the staring and looks his way]

Wow kid, escape from a hospital wing or something? Hate to tell you, but you don't look good.

[kinship]

[He looks a lot better than he did, and he assumes she knows what happened to everyone and that's why she's commenting. Grinning amiably, he shakes his head and steps closer.]

Appearances can be deceiving, miss, I'm really fine.

[mal_addict]

You look like you're about to drop.

[She shakes her head. Not her problem. Or at least, it shouldn't be her problem. She has more important things to deal with]

So. You know the way out of this nuthouse?

[kinship]

[Ah.]

I'm really sorry, miss, there is no way out that's been found yet. Though that doesn't mean we should stop trying, just try not to be discouraged if you don't find one right away.

[mal_addict]

Wonderful, that's what everyone keeps saying. I don't really want to hang around to be a victim of whatever crazy people run this place.

[kinship]

...I'm really sorry.

[And he does look it, sympathy marring his brow.]

But if it helps, you're not alone. Everyone else trapped here is beside you, looking out for each other.

[mal_addict]

And everyone is from different worlds, right? Unless...that part is as crazy as it sounds.

[kinship]

Right... though we all start off human, I think it's Mayfield's way of levelling the playing field.

[mal_addict]

...Well, that explains why I'm suddenly not a vampire any more. That's inconvenient.

[kinship]

[His measure of surprise is small, he has met vampires here already.]

You'll get your vampirism back, miss.

[mal_addict]

[This interests her greatly]

I will? How, exactly? Do I have to send off coupons on the back of cereal packets?

[kinship]

[That's not actually that funny, considering, and he just gives her a slightly raised eyebrow before shaking his head.]

Sometimes the town... changes. Afterwards, you might get a parcel delivered from the Mayor, opening it will return something from home.

[mal_addict]

...So, what? It's like a consolation prize for having my life made inconvenient?

[kinship]

Something like that; though... it can be a little more than mere inconvenience.

[mal_addict]

...How bad does it get? People have been a bit vague about it.

[kinship]

[He hesitates a moment, but it's not fair to lie to her.]

Bad. People get killed often and played with like toys.

[mal_addict]

...Oh joy. And here's me thinking the idyllic thing was bad enough.

[kinship]

I'm afraid you'll come to appreciate the town when it's in this state of peace.

[mal_addict]

I don't know about that just yet. I really don't suit the housewife life.

[kinship]

As long as your husband isn't a drone, you probably won't have to do much in the way of house-wifery.

[mal_addict]

No, he's not a drone. That's a good thing, then. It's bad enough being married with kids, that was definitely not in my life plan.

[kinship]

It might not be what you planned, but it can prove a blessing here. If you have a good family, then you can help each other get through this.

[mal_addict]

...You're going to tell me togetherness makes the whole experience bearable, aren't you?

[kinship]

That depends... how likely is it that you're going to hit me if I say it?