1st Hatred - Welcome to Mayfield

[hell_wheel]

[Wanyudo wakes up. That's the first sign something is wrong.

The fact he is in a bed is the second.

Looking around, he closes his eyes and focuses on returning home. Nothing happens. He feels weird. Wrong. He can't return, though, and he can't change. Both of those things bother him and he sits up in bed and frowns. The room has pictures. Including him and a lovely young woman. Oh, and a couple of kids as well.

Moving from the bed, he goes to the closet, noting the clothes before picking out an outfit and snagging a classy hat. Well, he's dressed and his head is covered. The clothes fit at least.

This didn't look like Japan, so the next order of business was figuring out where. Walking over to the phone, picking it up and trying to dial information.]

[Phone | Everyone]

[An older man's voice comes over the phone.]

Hello? Information?

Hello?

Comments

[phone]

[echoing_sutras]

Hello, hello!

[Phone]

[shallbeavenged]

[Ai was sitting in the living room when she hears a voice on the phone.

....a very familiar voice. She grabs the phone. Have a familiar but startled voice.]

Wanyūdō.

phone;

[forpony]

[ Have a loud and obnoxious yawn in return. ]

If you want information, just ask.

[firstofthefallen]

We're in a cage that pretends to be a town.

[ phone ]

[imoutos]

.. H-hello..? [ the young girl sounds a little unsure, really. ]

S-sorry, you're not talking to 'Information', this is Nadeko.. Nadeko Sengoku.

Phone

[busy_fists]

Afternoon, neighbor.

Phone ☆

[fatedmagica]

Information..? Um, hello, this is... I'm not "information", I'm Madoka Kaname, um... can I help you, sir?

Phone

[hardhat_truckie]

Information? I can tell ya what I know stranger, but ya ain't gonna like it.

[pastapasta_i_love_pasta]

I don't know anyone called information signor, I think you've got the wrong number. But that's OK, I can talk to you too if you want.