1st Shot :: There's no place like home

[notyetageneral]

[Backdated to the 16th]


[Intro]
[Tyve's eyes practically shoot open at the sound of sirens. Sirens meant attack. Even though these sounded different to the ones she'd heard before, it was a sound that always meant danger. But there was no way.. Not with all the security at the academy. No. This is a nightmare. Another night terror. These sirens are not real. Managing to swallow her fear a bit, she starts to breath slowly and deeply to calm herself. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in-Why weren't the sirens stopping? Damnit... She sits up slowly, cautiously. This was no dream she realizes, as she takes in her surroundings. Everything is wrong. For one thing she had fallen asleep in a dormitory room last night...]

What is this.

[Snapping to alertness, she slips out of bed quickly, taking note of the strange pictures with strangers she doesn't know and her closet full of some of the girliest outfits she has ever laid eyes on in some of the strangest styles to boot. Slipping out of her room, she wonders if it's some sort of test...]


[Action :: Locked to 727 Anderson Lane]

[Having assessed the situation as hostile, have Tyve coming at you using a broom she's managed to find much like a sword. Whether you're ready or not.]

[Action :: Mayfield High :: All]

[You're approached by a new person. Who isn't these days with all these comings and goings in Mayfield? In any event, she looks sort of confused as she clutches a paper and fidgets in her dress like she's not used to wearing the thing.]

Excuse me, can you take me to this room? [She points to her clutched paper which is something that appears to be a schedule. It might be a class. It might be lunch. The long and short of it is Tyve is completely and utterly lost.]

Comments

[notyetageneral]

Is there anything else I should be aware of about this place?

I hadn't intended to. [Well, it is true...] That being said, how should I be addressing you, Mr...?

[kettchmeifyoucan]

It's Major Janson, if we want to be technical. You can just call me Wes though.

Milk is delivered to the door daily. Don't drink it, it's poisoned about a third of the time.

[notyetageneral]

[She makes note of the milk. However there's a more important matter to attend to. This man is a major? And Tyve tried to clobber him with a broomstick? Oooops. She straightens up and her posture changes entirely from on edge to at attention.] Understood, Major Janson. Apologies for attacking you earlier. [Sorry, Wes. This whole using informal names thing could take a while, seeing as she's a stickler for protocol.]

I wasn't aware that there were other military personnel kidnapped as well. What country do you serve?

[Has she realized the fact that this whole Mayfield thing is far from localized? Nope.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[Wes is a bit surprised at that reaction. She seems... a bit young. Well, the Rebellion took them not much older, but never quite so formal]

I'm an officer of the New Galactic Republic. Most people here haven't heard of it.

[notyetageneral]

[She may have exaggerated it slightly. After all, she still has a few more years of Academy to go through.]

New Galactic Republic. [Shakes her head.] It doesn't strike me as familiar. [She frowns a bit.] I don't suppose the country of Ascalon rings a bell for you either?

[kettchmeifyoucan]

[WEs shakes his head]

I'm afraid not. The town takes people from fairly diverse places.

[notyetageneral]

[There's a long pause.]

Define "Diverse", Major. [She has a feeling she knows the answer but can't help but want confirmation.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

There are... relatively few people who are familiar with each other`s exact homes.

[That is, of course, the simple explanation]

[notyetageneral]

So..While it's a little hard to believe.. This town pulls in people from other times and places?

[This takes the cake for the weirdest day ever.]

[kettchmeifyoucan]

Exactly. I don't think anyone has figured out how it works, but it definitely happens.