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[littleblonderiddle]

A ] ACTION | 952 Beulah Street | morning

[ This isn’t how Juliet wants to start her mornings. She prefers to wake up to the familiar sound of her alarm clock, and if he'd stayed the night, possibly snuggle up to Shawn for a few indulgent minutes longer before getting up and padding into the kitchen to make coffee. What Juliet doesn't want is to find herself in some strange house she's never seen before, with no memory of how she'd gotten here. This is the creepiest thing that has happened to her yet, and that's saying something. She has no idea who is responsible for this or how they had gotten to her, but she isn't going down without a fight. Muscles tense, she tries to stay as silent as possible as she moves slowly along the unfamiliar hallways. She's never wanted back-up more than this moment. ]


B ] PHONE | late morning | unfiltered

[ Okay, creepy. Really. Her initial shock and dread now somewhat abated, Juliet finds herself bemused and… well, creeped out. Come on, how often does something like this happen? How does something like this happen? It’s like that one weird X-Files episode she once saw, about the picture-perfect, Stepfordian community that housed some kind of man-eating monster in the sewers. Or was it in the dirt? Okay, maybe not quite like that. She doesn’t know about the monster part, but what she can see from the windows of the house seems to testify on behalf of the picture-perfect bit, at least. Maybe this is all just one big nightmare that she’ll wake up from any minute now? No more pizza for her after 7 PM, no matter what Shawn says. ]

So, I don’t suppose anyone here can tell me the way back to Santa Barbara? Anyone at all? It doesn't even have to be that specific, just somewhere in the southern California region would do. Or Miami, maybe? I owe the parents a visit, anyway.

[ She tries to go for light and breezy, but the attempt to sound unaffected falls a little flat towards the end - never mind the fact that she's totally rambling. Clearing her throat, Juliet steadies herself and speaks more firmly, like the professional that she is. ]

Or failing that, the local police station. There is one around here, right?

[ There’s a long pause before she speaks again, somewhat hesitant and a touch worried. Hey, it’s worth a shot. It’s not like the capricious psychic has never popped up unexpectedly in strange places before. ]

...Shawn? Any chance that you’re here, somewhere?

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[apneachamp]

Yeah, pretty much. Only they didn't stop with just the women. You'll find men, children, teenagers acting like that as well. We call them drones.

Anyway, I'm Constable Karen Pelly. I've been here....about ten months now.

[littleblonderiddle]

These would be the natives my partner was talking about, then. That's... insanely creepy.

Oh, it's nice to meet you, Constable Pelly, even if it's in this place. I'm Detective Juliet O'Hara. Ten months, really? And nobody has found even a single clue as to how to get out of here?

[apneachamp]

You have NO idea.

You too. Oh, I should warn you, this place aside from being creepy? Sexist as hell. They assign us jobs, women can't be cops here "of course." And we can't buy guns.

Clues have been found, helpful ones to get out, not so much.

...Okay, I know I'm going to sound insane, and it's going to take you a while to believe half the stuff you see here. But trust me, it's better just to say "sure why not" rather then lose your mind trying to figure out how the town loops on itself and half the people here have "magical powers" ...also the talking ponies.

I promise I'm not drunk, as much as it might have sounded like I was. This place, really is just insane.

[littleblonderiddle]

Are you serious? What kind of ridiculous-- Oh God, this really is Hell on Earth, isn't it? And here I thought that the wardrobe choices were questionable. I already miss my Glock.

...Are we sure there's not something in the water? I don't know, hallucinogens or something. That might actually make sense, at least with the talking ponies.

[apneachamp]

I wish. People get dragged here from "different worlds" apparently. I work at a bakery here. Three people I work with are actual countries.

I met my own country here. This place is insane.


And that's just the normal insane stuff. Whoever runs this place like to play games with us as well. Usually around holidays.

[Hates this place.]

It's going to take a little while to get used to. Trust me.

If you want I can show you around town a bit?

[littleblonderiddle]

Different worlds? [ Good grief, this is getting worse and worse. ] Wow. Right, this has to be real, because I don't think my subconscious could ever come up with anything quite this insane.

If it's no inconvenience to you, then sure, I'd love to take a better look around. Um, should I meet you somewhere? I'm not entirely certain where exactly I'm situated, but I should think I can figure out how to find the downtown area.

[apneachamp]

Yeah, that's pretty much the best way to go. Otherwise you'll spend hours arguing with people about why you think their world is fake.

No problem.

Um, how about the park? That's generally easy to find.

[littleblonderiddle]

I'll take your word for it.

Sure. Would half an hour from now work for you?

[apneachamp]

Sure!

[And she'll be standing at the park in half an hour.]

[littleblonderiddle]

[ Much to Juliet's chagrin, she's a few minutes late herself. Not that finding the park was too difficult, but she was taking everything in on the way and it was a little overwhelming. Juliet sure hopes the woman she's approaching now with a friendly but tentative smile is the person she's looking for - she already guessed wrong twice. ]

Constable Pelly?

[apneachamp]

[Grins.]

That would be me. You must be Detective O'Hara.