i.

[guidetohell]

[He's alive. That's first.

He's in a house that he doesn't recognize. That's second.

There's a woman he doesn't know sleeping next to him. That's third.

His wounds are gone. That's fourth.

Whatever's going on, Nagi has a bad feeling about it. He was fine with dying; it meant an end to the pain, and he knew that his friends were safe. Mostly. But this... this is not exactly what he expected the afterlife to be like.]

[action for 946 Beulah residents]

...Excuse me. Please don't panic, but I, ah- I think I might be lost. Do you happen to know where this is?

[public]

Well now. I suppose I always did want to visit America, albeit not quite like this... Ah, but I'm rambling.

I'm told that we use the phones here to communicate over some sort of wireless system? Strangely high-tech for what's supposed to be the decade of the 1950's, but I suppose it's useful. In any case, my name is Nagi Kengamine, and- [it's only then that it occurs to Nagi that maybe, as an escaped death row convict, giving his real name to a bunch of strangers isn't the best idea in the world. TOO LATE NOW.]

-and I suppose I'm new here. [SWEET FINISH.]

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[ex_bloomnobly385]

[Had her husband cut his hair? Dyed it too? No, no this man had a much different face. He wasn't so hollow either]

I do and I don't. This place is called Mayfield, but I don't know where it is myself.

[guidetohell]

Mayfield... Do you live here? Is this some sort of afterlife?

[ex_bloomnobly385]

I wouldn't call it my home although it seems I live here for now.

There isn't an afterlife here at all, which is a little disturbing. It took me quite a while to find a way to stay dead. It was luck more than anything.

[guidetohell]

You mean to say that this place has no death? How can that be?

Public

[spitefulvitae]

There were phones in 1950s America, you know. But wired. There's quite a bit of wire involved. Who said they were wireless?

Ah, well. Welcome to Mayfield, Nagi Kengamine.

[guidetohell]

Forgive me, I am used to... a different sort of locale. In any case, thank you for the welcome. As interesting as this is, however, I should really be trying to get home...

[spitefulvitae]

A lot of us are used to something different. Fair enough...

[She sighs, then chuckles humorlessly.]

We all should. Now's a good a time to try as any.

[guidetohell]

I take it, then, that I'm not the only one who's ended up here like this?

[endlesswitch]

From the future, are you? How interesting!

[guidetohell]

I would rather think that I'm from the present, all things considered.

[endlesswitch]

Ohoh. Despite having been taken to another time entirely...?

phone;

[imoutos]

U-um.. I think nobody i-is sure if it's r-really America, though..

[ she offers the suggestion very timidly - she's way too shy to talk to strangers like this, even over the phones.. ]

[guidetohell]

[he speaks gently: he's encountered timidity like this before.] I see... So it's only pretending, then? Why do you think that is?

[imoutos]

I'm not sure.. [ and she's mostly too timid to offer her own suggestions and ideas, but at least she tries to gather all her courage to do it right now. ] M-maybe they.. really l-like America?

public

[queenoffangaia]

I guess a welcome is in place then; welcome to Mayfield, Nagi dear. I'm Maya.

[guidetohell]

I appreciate that, miss. As, ah, lovely as this place seems to be, I really must be going. Do you happen to know a way back to Japan?

[lovemguns]

The hell does "wireless" mean? [ Yeah, that's utter confusion in his voice, there. ]

[guidetohell]

Where I come from, when you make a telephone call to someone, only they can hear it. Yet it seems that this telephone system makes calls to the entire town. Although, there are wires here, so perhaps "wireless" isn't entirely accurate...

[lovemguns]

I don't get that, these phone-things're sorta confusing overall if you ask me.

946 Beulah, and I'm so sorry for being late to this!

[technophiling]

[The apparent teenager is half-awake and drinking coffee and trying to size up the newcomer.]

Good morning?

[guidetohell]

Ah. Good morning. Pardon me for the intrusion, but I seem to have just... woken up here.

[technophiling]

In the master bedroom, I'm assuming? You must be a new housemate, then, in that case.

[phone]

[roadroller]

It gets more high-tech the deeper you dig, I think. And I'm not even counting what people regain. ♪

[speaking of which, sup Nagi, your next-door neighbors have a rather large space battleship floating above their house. Not to mention the synthesized sound of the girl's voice on the phone.]

[guidetohell]

[Well, Nagi's certainly no stranger to mechanized voices.] Regain? What do you mean by that?

[roadroller]

Well, they take everything from you at first, right? Then they slowly give it back. You "regain" it. ♪