001; Brand New Day

[iwillstop_theworld]

Action: 626 Topper St (Household)
[He's used to nightmares - since P-- since he was accepted into the League, his dreams have been filled with blood and screaming, they show him all the things he could have done better, should have done better, and then they show him how he would have screwed it up anyway.]

[But usually, when he wakes up from these nightmares, he's alone, in his chair, with a headache from the goggles pushing into his forehead. When he wakes up in a bed, he just lays there for a long minute.]

[Right up until he realizes that there's someone beside him. A woman. A...wo--]

Who are you? Where am I?

Phone: later
So tell me what kind of technology we're looking at, here.

Comments

[phone]

[last_to_kneel]

[The phone rings. Varon picks it up to answer it.]

Tch, beats the hell outta me. Looks like somethin' outta Better Home's 'N Gardens only reversed mixed with Leave it to Beaver. Who is this?

[The voice sounds heavy with suspicion.]

[phone]

[iwillstop_theworld]

[Also suspicious.]

Billy. Who's this?

[phone]

[last_to_kneel]

Varon.

[He pauses for a moment.]

Any idea what's goin' on or are ya havin' trouble guessin' that too?

[phone]

[eyesofaserpent]

Another newcomer, huh? I guess it's that time again.

Any specific technology you're talking about? Because everything we get to deal with is no more modern than crap from the fifties.

[phone]

[iwillstop_theworld]

Yeah. What's this place got in the way of communication? Radio, TV?

And who is this, anyway?

[phone]

[noluckduck]

Are ya from good ol' Planet Earth?

[phone]

[iwillstop_theworld]

Does Los Angeles count?

[roadroller]

Reality-bending technology, instant brainwashing technology, death revival technology, and the whole place is basically a simulation. ♪

[Listed off apathetically by someone who has had a very stressful month.

Oops, did you mean what we can use?]

[iwillstop_theworld]

[See, now you've made him want to get his sciency fingers into some of that.]

Doesn't match the radio and TV that I heard we've got. Then again, I'm not surprised. Maybe this place is more clever than I gave it credit for.

And you are?

626 Topper go!

[yearthatneverwas]

[Martha had become accustomed, if a bit uncomfortable, with the drone-husband that was in the house. So it wasn't the most unusual thing to wake up to someone next to her.

But she's not used to the person yelling at her, though she can't blame him.]

I'm Martha. Martha Jones. And this is a place called Mayfield. It's...how much do you know about time travel?

626 Topper go!

[iwillstop_theworld]

[That was definitely a leg up on Billy, who wasn't really even used to having anyone with him in the apartment anymore, except for Moist, who kept making excuses to leave nowadays. And he'd never slept next to a soul before.

Still, he calms down when she responds rationally. His eye tics, and he blinks.]

Time travel? It's logistically impossible. The sheer amount of energy needed to get a mass of any size, let alone a human one, moving at a rate and in a direction to go backward in time is downright astronomical. It literally makes no scientific sense. The only way I could possibly buy it is with alien technology, and even then it's more the stuff of escapist saturday-morning cartoons than grounded in any actual sense and reasoning.

Freezing someone in a moment of time, however, is completely possible. It's exceedingly difficult, and burns through Wonderfluonium at an astronomical rate, but--

[Stop talking science and introduce yourself, Billy. This is what you get for falling asleep in your lab and waking up in an awkward situation.]

Billy. Billy Harris. So... Mayfield, huh?

phone;

[spaceshadowfax]

If you're not counting the more advanced and alien technologies some people have regained the majority of the technology here is primitive Earth technology from the late nineteen fifties.

phone;

[iwillstop_theworld]

Wow, how...informational. Thanks.

I'm Billy. And you are?

[Phone]

[ippotsuko]

Really fucking ancient.

[Phone]

[iwillstop_theworld]

I'm starting to get that impression.

phone

[technohippie]

The 1950s. That says it all.

... Unless ya ain't from this kinda world. Then I can explain further.

phone

[iwillstop_theworld]

No I think I've got the jist of it now. I was born soundly in the late 1970s, but I definitely watched enough sitcoms to get an idea of what I'm working with here.

[virtualdiva]

I'm sure somebody already told you, but we're stuck in the fifties. Anything else you wanna know?

[iwillstop_theworld]

Yeah, how often does all of this technology we don't have access to interfere with the stuff we do?

Are we being constantly monitored?

Phone

[hontobakabaka]

The technology we have access to or the technology our captors have access to? They are different tech levels.

Phone

[iwillstop_theworld]

Starting to get that sense. Do they ever mix?

phone

[phobophobia]

Vaguely 1950s American-- unless, of course, one receives technology from their own time from the town.

phone

[iwillstop_theworld]

Oh, that's something that's possible? How often does something like that happen?

Action!

[adventuretime]

Oh! They changed the male lusus out. I mean...father?

Hello! [Look who's skipping up to you. She sure looks different. Short messy hair, candy corn horns, and grey skin.] Did you just arrive? I could have sworn there was a drone in your place just yesterday.

Action!

[iwillstop_theworld]

[Oh great, a chi--wait. Wait.

Please hold: Billy Harris.exe is loading.]

Um, yeah. I...did.

Wait. Father?