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mayfield_rpg2012-06-13 01:02 pm
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Intro
[Action A | 5719 Cunningham Lane]
No. No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Please God, not again.
She's had this dream before. Waking up in the hell hole of a place that was Mayfield again, trapped in the Pleasantville way of life, unable to snap herself out of the nightmare.
Please, God, let her be dreaming.
Except that the man she woke up next to isn't Hal, and the house she rushes out of isn't the one she lived in before, and the street she's standing in the middle of isn't Kramden Road.
Not again. No, no, no, not again.
[Action B | Kramden Road]
She's still barefoot in her ridiculous nightgown, not having bothered to change before she tore her way towards her old street. Maybe her old friends are still there. Maybe Hal...
But if she's switched around, maybe everybody else is, too. Which is why she's just going around pounding her fists on every door on the street like a crazy person in hopes that a familiar face answers.
[Action C | Around Town]
By the end of the day, she's a mess. Still barefoot, still nightgown-clad. Wandering her way around the Mayfield streets hoping for someone to make sense of why she's back.
It wasn't fair. She'd escaped this place. Spent a full year pretending it was just a bad dream. And now here she was again, wondering if that year of freedom had even been real.
She finds a bench, curls her knees to her chest, and buries her face in her arms.
Fucking Mayfield.
No. No, no, no, no, no. Not again. Please God, not again.
She's had this dream before. Waking up in the hell hole of a place that was Mayfield again, trapped in the Pleasantville way of life, unable to snap herself out of the nightmare.
Please, God, let her be dreaming.
Except that the man she woke up next to isn't Hal, and the house she rushes out of isn't the one she lived in before, and the street she's standing in the middle of isn't Kramden Road.
Not again. No, no, no, not again.
[Action B | Kramden Road]
She's still barefoot in her ridiculous nightgown, not having bothered to change before she tore her way towards her old street. Maybe her old friends are still there. Maybe Hal...
But if she's switched around, maybe everybody else is, too. Which is why she's just going around pounding her fists on every door on the street like a crazy person in hopes that a familiar face answers.
[Action C | Around Town]
By the end of the day, she's a mess. Still barefoot, still nightgown-clad. Wandering her way around the Mayfield streets hoping for someone to make sense of why she's back.
It wasn't fair. She'd escaped this place. Spent a full year pretending it was just a bad dream. And now here she was again, wondering if that year of freedom had even been real.
She finds a bench, curls her knees to her chest, and buries her face in her arms.
Fucking Mayfield.
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[ She looks up from the dough she is kneading and smiles a little. ]
You know, the tales most human dimensions have about incubi and succubi are true, but only about the individuals that were part of those incidents. Those are the ones that...
[ Her smile fades. ] When I was five and my sister was two, there was a kidnapping attempt. I don't remember much of that time, but... considering what I did over the weekend, there's a possibility that the town gave me memories as if I hadn't been rescued.
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Kidnapping? Wait- what? What do they do, these... incubi?
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[ Ilsa finishes slicing the dough, putting it in the oven, and then cleaning up. ]
The ones across the aisle from them are... not concerned with the welfare of others. A good many of them enjoy the darker emotions, and have no problems causing permanent damage or death. They're supposed to be blocked from entering my home dimension unless they agree to the rules the Council laid out for behavior abroad.
A cell from that group attempted to kidnap us to have a lever against my parents. Nadine doesn't remember any of it, and my memories are very dim of that time.
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Can you do any of that now? The emotional stuff, I mean?
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[ Her voice is quiet, and she does not look at Lois, seeming to watch the timer on the counter. ]
I'm still young, by their standards, not even out of my first century, so I'm not able to do everything they can, but the emotional talents are one of the first to develop. The differences between me and the one that was here that weekend are ethical.
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How old are you? [Lois. Don't you know that's not a question to ask a lady?]
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Thirty-two. Daddy's around 950 or 960, depending on the calendars. He's not even considered middle-aged, yet. Mama's in her mid-sixties...
[ Ilsa gets a small frown. ] Even accounting for Mama's family being long-lived, she doesn't look her age, either.