mayfield_rpg | 01 - Here Comes The Sun

[Action A - 2240 Stevens Road, Morning]

[First comes wakefulness, slow and creeping. The woman's eyelids flutter open, and then comes the panic. Sunlight. Sunlight, flooding the room, leaving no corner safe, engulfing her. Now suddenly very, very alert, she screams in terror and springs from the bed, hauling all of the blankets with her so they may serve as a protective drape.

She immediately falls over, bumping against the bedside table and tripping over all that wadded fabric. This only makes the panic rise more, and so she fails and wails and tangles herself all the worse in sheets and quilts, until her head finally pops free.

And then it hits her, and she stops screaming. It does not burn.

Housemates shall find her, still semi-entangled, palms pressed flat against the bedroom window, staring at the bright blue Mayfield sky.]

[Action B - Around Town]

[Along comes a new person, trying desperately, desperately to not look like a new person. Seeing a need to stealthily investigate the whole situation, she went and dressed herself period-appropriate for her information-gathering stroll around town.]

Hello, Mrs. Waters! Lovely day, isn't it?

Why, yes! It is!

[She's greeting the drones that greet her. She's trying to imitate their expressions. But she's failing in one key way... her smile is just a bit too big, and there's a darting, glancing panic in her eyes. Maybe talking with some real people will set her right.]

[Phone - Afternoon]

[The voice on the phone is giddy, a few steps away from outright hysterical.]

Well. Well! This is interesting. Very interesting. Certainly not where I settled myself down to bed yesterday. No no no. And it's such a sunny day, ahahahah, I haven't seen one of THOSE in...

[She breathes in, then lets out a musical sigh.]

...so am I alone, being so surprised at what a nice day it is? Yes? No? Are there any kindred spirits out there? Any of you? Aaaaanyone?

Don't be shy! I don't bite! Ahahah, ha... aaah... not in this condition, no.

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[There's a Thrall walking by on his off day when he notices the woman wandering the area looking wary.]

Lok'tar friend, are you new here?

...Oh!

[That wasn't a historical throwback of a greeting. It was positively exotic. She stops short, looks him up and down, and then advances on him, still smiling anxiously.]

Yes! Yes I am!

It's... it's a bit obvious, isn't it?

[She quirks her head at an odd angle.]

Just a little. [The massive black man smiled and held out his hand in greeting.]

I am Go'el, Son of Durotan. A pleasure madam.

[Her hand lifted, and though she hesitated for a moment, she finally completed the motion and shook his hand.]

Natalie Waters. What a funny place this is, Go'el! Forgive me for saying it, but... you don't seem to fit it.

I am not from this place, like many others. This is Mayfield, a place that pretends to be Earth in the 1950s.

Many... how many, would you say?

[Smiling time was suddenly, abruptly over. It was time to think.]

Maybe around a hundred? I could not say for certain.

That many? [Her eyebrows lift, and then she looks away as she tries to fit that piece of the puzzle into place.]

Do you know why we're here? There must be a reason.

Apparently the town prefers to keep us here for whatever reason, and then torture the populace once a month. It is really quite upsetting to be honest.

Torture.

[Oh, she doesn't like that at all, and it shows as her posture suddenly becomes much stiffer.]

It's a false town, that's actually a trap. A torment device. Really? Really?

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