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[A. Action/Voice | 5721 Cunningham]
[After frantically ruffling through the closet to find a new tough guy disguise when he realized that he was no longer in Nevada anymore, he finally emerges from his room. He makes his way downstairs to the phone.]

I can't really call the cops...they'll probably think I fell of the turnip truck or something.

[He ponders what he should do before finally settling on dialing a random, totally pointless, number.]

Look, I know you don't know who I am, and I sure as hell don't know you. But this is a fuckin' emergency. You see I think I've been fuckin' kidnapped or somethin'. You gotta help me!

[B. Action | the Diner]
[After he works up the courage to leave the house he decides to go exploring for a little while to see if he can't figure out where this place is. He realized that he was getting a little hungry, so he decided to stop by the diner.
After a little one-sided argument with the drone manager behind the counter, he managed to find enough change in his jacket for at least a burger. The teen tells him to take a number and go sit down and someone bring it out to him when it's done.]

I don't get these people. They keep giving me headache every time I try and fuckin' talk to 'em.

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Wow, you've got a total potty mouth. [Poland twirls the phone cord around his finger and snaps his gum bored.]

Like take a breath and calm down, mmm'k?

I would if I knew what the fuck was goin' on here! [Yeah not gonna work.]

Well, I'd like be more inclined to tell you if you'd calm down. You're like super loud.

[He takes in a deep breath.]

Well, I ain't gonna fuckin' apologize. I'm still freakin' out over here! You'd probably be doin' the same fuckin' thing I am if you were in my fuckin' shoes!

[Jeez! So much swearing! Poland feels a need to say a prayer for that mouth.] Like do you kiss your mamo with that mouth? She should wash it out with soap or something.

I don't need your shoes, I have my own. [Snaps his gum again.] Lemme guess! You... woke up in a totally strange town far away from your home! You don't recognize like anyone or anything and people keep telling you you've lived here all your life! But you totally know that's a lie.

( And coming from somewhere in the general area of the kitchen, someone is also surprised not to be in Nevada anymore but she seems in high spirits despite the fact. )

Nice... costume? That is a costume, right?

[He sits the phone down.]

Well...kind of...

I mean...who the fuck are you? Don't tell me you're in on this!

Lot better than some of the stuff I've seen out of New Vegas, I'll give you that.

And me? Courtney, I prefer Corey though. And nope, if anything I'm also stuck in this awkward, uh, what's the word... Oh! Predicament, yeah. I mean, have you seen these pictures they made?

New Vegas? Fuck, there's a new one now? How come I wasn't informed about this shit?

Anyway, I'm Molossia, and you don't say. Then who ever did this to us fuckin' has to be around her so-- Wha? [When she mentions the pictures he turns around and finally takes a good look at them.]

The fuck!? [He backs up and quickly turns back around.] W-who'd you say made these again?

Oh yeah, though between you and mean there isn't much 'New' to it depending on your definition. Still it's the best preserved city we got in the Wastes.

Molossia? ( She's quietly musing over his name, a bit missing his freak out until the very end of it. ) Who? I didn't get their names, not yet at anyway but there's always a guy or two in charge. Must be a hell of a guy though to do all this. Hell, fixed up my scars too.

Don't get the Pre-War deal we got going on with well... everything though.

Wait, that still means I have a kid brother or sister, right? [On the inside he's thinking the thought of having a little brother or sister is actually kinda cute. Maybe he should recognize them? Yep. He's off in his own little world and didn't hear "preserved city" and "the Wastes". He snaps out of after a few seconds.]

Er...I'm kind of a micronation...in Dayton. But that doesn't matter right now, how could you have not seen who fuckin' made those pictures? They're hangin' in the fuckin' house! AND HOW DOES SOMEONE FIX SOMEONE'S FUCKIN' SCA--

Pre-war, what now?

Kid brother or sister... ? ( A beat as Corey goes off into thought, before his explanation catches her and she... she looks confused. )

A... micronation?

But yeah, the Great War. Happened some two hundred years, lots of countries with lots of nukes dropping them on one another. Mojave is pretty okay though compared to other places, thanks to some defense system House set New Vegas up with at the time.

[The voice of someone annoying. . .]

You haven't been kidnapped.

Edited 2012-02-13 17:06 (UTC)

[Finally some good news!

Then how d'fuck did I end up here, then, huh?

Calm down, there's nothing you can do about it.

Tch...There is if I say there is! There's gotta fuckin' be someone that can help get me outta here!

This piece a shit must be broken. [Going to just try and hang up the phone now....not that you know it'll work or anything.]

You gotta help me! I think I've been fuckin' kidnapped or some shit!

You have, congratulations. Join the other couple hundred of us in trying to keep our heads on straight while we try to find a way out of here.

[Groot was having a typical breakfast. Plate of food, cup of coffee, and the newspaper. But that was interrupted by someone out in the hall yelling in hall yelling for help.

He sets the paper and coffee down to see what the commotion is and finds an agitated person on the house's phone.]

Oh flark, a new mammal in the house. And I was just getting use to the drone ones...

Now what the fuck d'ya want!?

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