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mayfield_rpg2012-05-13 04:57 am
alt_for_norge) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-13 04:57 am
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[001] Wake up & Action
[Action, 841 Hastings Boulevard]
[He knows, the instant he wakes, that something isn't right. The room doesn't smell like his own, the bed doesn't feel like his and the general hum of fae activity around him is made conspicuous by its absence. Norway lies there, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinching firmly at his forearm to prove to himself that it isn't a dream, before he slowly opens his eyes and sits up]
Well.
[A quick glance around the room tells him he isn't alone here, and he isn't sure if he finds that comforting or a matter for concern. Still, he wastes no time in getting up and dressing, barely an eyebrow raised at the style of the clothing, and moves quietly through the house to the front door. Despite the bruise forming on his arm from the hard pinch, he's still not entirely convinced that he isn't dreaming]
[Action, around town]
[When he steps outside he lifts up a hand to shade his eyes and allows a brief display of anxiety in the way he softly bites his lower lip. He hesitates, then moves off the front porch and walks slowly down the street, just taking everything in]
[He knows, the instant he wakes, that something isn't right. The room doesn't smell like his own, the bed doesn't feel like his and the general hum of fae activity around him is made conspicuous by its absence. Norway lies there, eyes closed, thumb and forefinger pinching firmly at his forearm to prove to himself that it isn't a dream, before he slowly opens his eyes and sits up]
Well.
[A quick glance around the room tells him he isn't alone here, and he isn't sure if he finds that comforting or a matter for concern. Still, he wastes no time in getting up and dressing, barely an eyebrow raised at the style of the clothing, and moves quietly through the house to the front door. Despite the bruise forming on his arm from the hard pinch, he's still not entirely convinced that he isn't dreaming]
[Action, around town]
[When he steps outside he lifts up a hand to shade his eyes and allows a brief display of anxiety in the way he softly bites his lower lip. He hesitates, then moves off the front porch and walks slowly down the street, just taking everything in]
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[ She motions to the open door. ] I apologize for the mess. The children do make quite the fuss as they leave.
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I am used to such a mess where I have come from. Do not trouble yourself.
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[ Keine offers him a chair in the kitchen while she goes to him a cup of tea. ]
Well, to begin... This town is called Mayfield. You've likely noticed, but it is not where you are from. It is in America, apparently in the 1950s.
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I had noticed.
[He hadn't really been to America in the 1950s, but he had seen it in films]
What is the purpose of this place?