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mayfield_rpg2012-04-18 05:21 pm
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[ A » Action; 918 Bilko Boulevard (Morning) ]
[ Jeez it felt like days since Marty last slept. He probably could get away with sleeping all the way until the afternoon but a part of him was pushing him to at least pry one eye open. The last thing he remembers was taking the DeLorean back home with the Doc but everything else is just one huge blur in his head. Chalk it up to getting your atoms scrambled on a near constant basis. Maybe that's what he needed, sleep it off a little more. That subconscious of his seems to have the right idea, it really does feel like he's sleeping on a full size mattress fit for two.
Yeah... just a few more minutes.
But as he shifts from beneath the comforters, something feels kind of off. His eyes finally flutter open that this...is definitely not his bed. Now that reality has caught his attention, his eyes are now wide open and shoots up from bed. ]
[ B » Action; Bilko Boulevard ]
[ Okay so Mayfield, right? Now he just needs to get a date on this place. The newspaper was able to tell him that much but the full year is scratched off. Great. Nineteen fifty-what? Every page he flips, the printed year appears to be nonexistent. Like something purposefully redacted it from the print. Nah, it can't be right. He just needs to get his hands on a better copy. If you're up and about enjoying your daily routine, don't be alarmed if there's a kid near your front yard, opening your trash bins for old newspapers. ]
[ C » Action; Downtown Area ]
[ Well... here we go again. You're probably one of the newer residents, maybe even a pro-Mayfield veteran. Who cares! Marty sure as hell can't tell. So whoever you are, there's a wild Marty from behind yelling-- ]
Excuse me!
[ Jeez it felt like days since Marty last slept. He probably could get away with sleeping all the way until the afternoon but a part of him was pushing him to at least pry one eye open. The last thing he remembers was taking the DeLorean back home with the Doc but everything else is just one huge blur in his head. Chalk it up to getting your atoms scrambled on a near constant basis. Maybe that's what he needed, sleep it off a little more. That subconscious of his seems to have the right idea, it really does feel like he's sleeping on a full size mattress fit for two.
Yeah... just a few more minutes.
But as he shifts from beneath the comforters, something feels kind of off. His eyes finally flutter open that this...is definitely not his bed. Now that reality has caught his attention, his eyes are now wide open and shoots up from bed. ]
[ B » Action; Bilko Boulevard ]
[ Okay so Mayfield, right? Now he just needs to get a date on this place. The newspaper was able to tell him that much but the full year is scratched off. Great. Nineteen fifty-what? Every page he flips, the printed year appears to be nonexistent. Like something purposefully redacted it from the print. Nah, it can't be right. He just needs to get his hands on a better copy. If you're up and about enjoying your daily routine, don't be alarmed if there's a kid near your front yard, opening your trash bins for old newspapers. ]
[ C » Action; Downtown Area ]
[ Well... here we go again. You're probably one of the newer residents, maybe even a pro-Mayfield veteran. Who cares! Marty sure as hell can't tell. So whoever you are, there's a wild Marty from behind yelling-- ]
Excuse me!
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[ Quick, Marty, think! Can't mess this one up. ]
Maybe you could use some help in the lab? You see, I'm trying to get into the whole science business myself.
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Why not? The would could use more scientists!
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[ ...wait, who's Fran? ]
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So, tell me Mr. Callahan what aspect of science interests you the most?
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[ He winces. Bestest poker face in all of Mayfield. ]
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Just don't go blowing anything up with your new friend.
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Hello, Olivier. Enjoying your plyometrics? Science is unpredicable. Never a plan to blow anything up.
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[ You got lucky their, Harry Callahan. Any second longer talking about the intricate details of mechanical science and you would have had Emmett doing a double-take. ]
You guys know each other?
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[She looks from Emmett to his new friend.]
Yes, for some reason, the town decided to put us in the same house. Drones seem to think he's my son.
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[Then nods to Olivier] If anything should get messy, I'll take care of that.
[There's a quite a smile on Emmett's face, he doesn't seem to be complaining on the random assigning]
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Don't worry, I'll make sure nothing gets out of hand.
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You could call it that, but he's become a good friend, so if you hurt him...
[She trails off, giving him a hard look. Yes, over protective momma!bear mode activated, even if she won't quite admit it.]
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[But he seems fine with that]
But both of you need to stop focusing on what can go wrong. Obviously, things will go wrong but that's how you learn from your mistakes.
Oh, look at that. We're back at the house.
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[ There's a twinge of worry in his eye. That light layer of a lie isn't helping the situation at all. But how was he supposed to know that this was the Emmett from a different timeline? Hopefully, he'll understand.
...Hopefully. ]
So this is it, huh? You have any drones living here too?
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[End of subject for her.]
We don't have any drones in our house right now, but sometimes people don't stick around for long, and you're left with a drone of them until someone new takes their spot.
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What about you, Mr. Callahan?
[Emmett does notice the bit of worry in 'Harry's eyes but then Olivier was a bit scary sometimes]
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[ Man, he'd hate to be the one to get on her bad side. ]
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[From what she's observed of the drones, two of them for parents could be bothersome.]
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[ Not even old enough to drink and he's got a family to run. ]
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Some things don't change much.
[Also deducting that Harry was 18 or 19]