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

[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.]

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[WEll, that's not the drone girl. He wasn't expecting this, but he has instincts. THat involve ducking]

Whoah, kid, let's not do anything rash here.

[ ~~Who would even approach Niou-~~ He pauses to give her a once over, as if checking to see if she's worth his time and concern. Apparently, he decides she is, because he smirks and nods. ]

No problem. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help a damsel in distress? [ A quick glance at the paper before gesturing down the hall. ] Looks like we're headin' to the same place anyway.

Of course. [Estonia gives a charming-type smile as he shifts his books to be tucked under one arm, his free hand coming up to adjust his glasses as he glances at her paper.]

You'll need to backtrack a little.

[She's going to attempt one more swipe before jumping back quickly.]

You've clearly kidnapped me! I don't see why I should give you the benefit of the doubt here. [Holds the broom in front of her, ready to thwap Wes at a moment's notice.]

We've both been kidnapped.

[Yep, that sounds believable]

Trust me, I don't have the ability to pull this off.

[Her brows crinkle together ever so slightly when being referred to as a 'damsel'. She suspects she might have asked the wrong person with that smirk on his face, but right now she just wants to survive the day.]

I'm hardly a damsel. I'm simply new to this town. Though I do thank you for assistance. [Always manners.]

Ah.. [Glances in the direction where Niou has vaguely gestured at.] You have history as well then?

[Just the longest pause ever.]

Do I look that stupid to you?

[Glances at the paper then back behind her, sighing.]

Damn it all. How do you people not get lost here?

Look, it sounds ridiculous, but you've fallen into the hands of kidnappers who like to arrange their victims into tidy little families.

[How do you even make this sound convincing? It's ridiculous.]

Alright, lemme take a look. [And she takes a look.

Or three or five.

After a while, she just shrugs and gives the girl the paper back.] No fuckin' clue.

Practice, I suppose. It's not too big, thankfully.

[He gestures, intending to walk her to the room she needs to get to.] You're new?

[ Ooh, more fresh meat. How exciting. ] New, huh? Where're you from? [ He sets off down the hall, fully expecting her to follow him. ] That I do.

[She's quiet for a moment as she considers that possibility.]

Hn. That would explain the photos... [Eyes Wes a bit warily.] Fair enough, sir. But why should I trust you? What guarantee do I have that you aren't in league with these kidnappers?

[Okay, Tyve went to a military academy and she's probably heard worse. But still to hear such language in the halls. How rude. It probably shows on her face for a moment or two.]

You're new here as well, aren't you?

[Glances over at the nearest picture. Yep, definitely changed.]

Unlike the woman and boy in this house, I'm not going to insist any of this is real. The kidnappers do.

[Frowns a bit. She's not quite sure what to make of it, but her gut tells her the man is telling the truth. Lowers the broom to her side, trusting that Wes isn't going to act hostile for now.]

So there are others in the household...And they're part of the kidnappers? Why can't people just fight them off?

[Pauses before she launches into another question as well.]

And where precisely is this place? It doesn't look anything like any place I've ever been to.

[Tyve nods in response.] If what I've been told is to believed, I'm from a completely different world. The terms I've heard slung about. America. The 1950s. None of those things make any sense to me to be honest. [She cants her head slightly] And you?

[Begins to walk beside Niou, slipping into a surprisingly fast stride] Though I am curious about the history of this place.

No doubt, I will have plenty of that here. Though these halls just seem to all look the same. [Even her military academy at least had some viable landmarks in the sprawling campus.] I suppose it is efficient to have them all centralized in one building though...Hn.

[Tyve walks alongside Estonia, nodding in the affirmative.] As of the early hours of the day, yes. It's been a bit...Unnerving. [She frowns a bit, recalling the drones in her household.]

The woman used to be a prisoner as well, but now she's one of the town's construct. This is Mayfield. It's really not like any prison you might have heard of.

I can only imagine. I don't recall a prison being named to sound so...Floral.

So how does one get out? Are we at least informed about why we're here?

We're... working on that one. Not by walking, at any rate. You go far enough in one direction and you end up back where you started.

As for why, well, that's part of what we're working on. We've managed enough intel to know the powers that be need all these people for something.

Been here a month or so.

[Still all frowns. This place sounds like a labyrinth to be honest.]

I take it there's a sizable population of other kidnapped victims? But in the meantime..We have to play family. [If anything her frown deepens, seeing as this is extremely troubling to the girl.]

[Oh hey, here comes the sledgehammer of tactlessness. There's nothing malicious in her speech, just cold hard matter-of-factness.]

Shouldn't you have figured this building's layout out by now then?

There is. We... do what we can.

I'm not going to make you call me dad or anything.

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