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*Waking up under a floral print bedspread, Sniper went to the closet without much thought, ignoring the woman who was sleeping on the other side of it. He put on his BLU shirt, his hat, slung his bow over his shoulder before...*

Alroight, if this is some kind of joke, it sure as hell ain't funny. This had better not be what it looks like. Because if I'm back in this troppo place there's gonna be hell t' pay.

Truckie? Crowley? Spy? Either of ya spooks? Anyone wanna let me in on why I'm back in this blasted nightmare of a town?

Action in front of 625 Topper Street

Where th' bloody hell is my camper!?!

*And he's just storming around yelling as if that'll make his Land Rover miraculously appear out of nowhere.*

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[forgotten_titan]

[She's half tempted to throw her alarm clock out the window when she hears yelling from the lawn, but as she stuffs her head back under her pillow that distinct accent pulls at a memory in her mind. Not one of her ones from back home, but one of the ones from here, just a few months ago...

She throws the covers off and runs down, pyjamas still on as she opens the door.

There's no mistaking who the raging man in front of 625 Topper Street is. She stares for a few minutes, before she tentatively calls out to him.

Y-you're back.

Whenever you get to it bby. <3

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He's still angrily storming around, kicking the pickets off the fence, but at least he hasn't pulled the bow off his back and started shooting things. He turns, ready to yell something else unpleasant, when he stops dead and just stares at her.

At least there's one person who remembers him, not that he could recall her name. Actually, thinking back on it he's not sure he ever even asked her name. And angry as he was about arriving in Mayfield and the apparent disappearance of his camper, seeing her sparks some shred of guilt that the last time he had ever talked to her had been after that regain where she had spiraled into some sort of depression he couldn't figure out. And honestly hadn't tried.*

Seems loike it.

/hugs

[forgotten_titan]

[Awkward. She never actually asked for his name either. All she had was a title. What was it? Shooter, Ranger, Archer, Killer...]

...umm, a lot of things have happened since you left. Do you wanna talk about it over breakfast or something...?

I can make coffee now.

[And that's when she remembers it.]

Sniper.

She is so adorable.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Can ya now?

*He actually looks a bit less cranky with the promise of coffee.*

Yeah. That'd be a good start. Not that anything here looks any different than I remember.

*Time to glare at the perfect houses surrounding them.*

Thanks~

[forgotten_titan]

O-ok.

[She lets him in back into the house before she heads to the kitchen and pours some water into the kettle to boil.]

I guess the biggest different from before and now is that the machine that brings us back to life is broken. We still get brought back, but it doesn't work as well as before. People come back with some side-effects that disappear after a few days.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn. Somethin' worse than bein' droned in th' first place?

[forgotten_titan]

From what I've seen, some people come back half-dead, like they're a zombie. Or they get really moody and angry.

[Now that the kettle's on the fire, she heads over to the bread.]

Toast?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Nah, thanks.

Guess I'll work on not dyin' then. Don't want to be a zombie.

*He doesn't remark on the second part. He's already pretty moody and angry.*

[forgotten_titan]

Yeah...we had zombies just a few days ago too. Again.

[She sounds more annoyed than scared this time round.]

Also, there's a lot less people wearing your uniform around. Both the ones in red and blue.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Snort.*

This town sure seems t' loike zombies. An' cannibals.

Good. Th' whole lot 'f 'em shouldn't be here. They've all got work t' be doin' instead of bein' stuck in this blasted place, loafing around an' loosing their edge.

[forgotten_titan]

The town likes anything that makes us miserable. When the respawn first broke, they kidnapped people in town to experiment on us.

[Her hand shook a little when she remembers being operated on, but she quickly clenched and unclenched it and carried on with preparing breakfast.]

There was a phone call too; something about this place not having enough power to keep all of us here.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Experiment? How would that help th' respawn? And who kidnapped people?

[forgotten_titan]

I don't really know; I think they just wanted an excuse to hurt us. And by they, I mean the town authorities. There was this lady too, a doctor, and she was horrible. I think her name was Dr. Johnson or something like that.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn.

*He doesn't recall the name from before, but then .. he'd never much paid attention to the inner workings of the town.*

An' th' thing still ain't workin'? Strewth. This place is a roight mess.

[forgotten_titan]

You still come back, but it takes a few days before you get back to normal. I guess it's not completely fixed.

[She grabs the coffee tin from the cupboard and puts in a spoonful into a mug, before she pours the hot water and stirs. She's slightly nervous because she hasn't...actually made coffee for anyone else before. But Sniper-drone had always asked for it, and she did feel some sense of obligation to make up for her bad behaviour...]

H-Here. I hope it's ok.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He eyes it before taking a sip, hoping she hadn't poisoned it or anything.*

Not bad, tastes loike coffee.

*High praise from Sniper.*

Guess I'll jus' have t' be sure to not die then. Shouldn't be too hard.

[forgotten_titan]

It's supposed to taste like coffee, but I'm glad it's ok.

[She puts her toast on a plate and joins him at the table, juggling the marmalade jar at the same time.]

Umm...have you met the other girl who lives here? 86?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Th' loud one. I met her. How th' hell do the two of you manage to not kill each other?

*He may not be that fond of Tara, but at least she was quiet.*

[forgotten_titan]

[Speaking through bites of her toast, so excuse the crumbs.]

She's not that bad but she really hates adults, especially guys. We don't really talk much though.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Oh this oughta be fun then. If I ignore her long enough will she jus' go away?

[forgotten_titan]

I think the previous guy who was here after you was very patient with her, and that worked for him? She seems angry a lot of the time when she's speaking to guys and adults, but she seems ok otherwise.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Not a whole lot I can do about bein' a bloke and an adult.

*Though the horrifying realization that Mayfield could probably change all that was now in the back of his mind.*

I don't got a whole lot 'f patience. Fer people anyway. Specially loud little kids who make me want t' shoot 'em.

Maybe I just won't see her that much.

*Since he fully intended to take up living on the roof again.*

[forgotten_titan]

I don't really see her around too, I think she's got her own group of friends that she hangs out with. She was here before she got droned and then moved to this house.

[That...might be for the best, given how volatile the two of them can be. Terra is coming to the sinking realization that she might just be the only non-drone person in the house who doesn't have an explosive temper. Or at least, she's calmed down a lot from before.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn. Here's hopin'. I don't want t' start out droned when I jus' got back.

*He drains the rest of his coffee and leans back in the chair, his eyes roaming around the kitchen.*

This place gives me th' creeps.

[forgotten_titan]

It's been pretty quiet actually. Nothing really bad has been happening. The zombies were a regain for someone, but the town itself hasn't done anything dangerous. We just had silly flowers on Valentine's Day, and then everyone got mixed up memories, but it wasn't too bad.