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[imfinallyhere]

[Action: 1763 Beaver Street]

[It wasn't often that Claire found herself waking up in an unfamiliar place. It seemed that lately in her life, waking up under such circumstances meant immediate danger, and she decided to react to it accordingly.

She jumped out of the bed--practically fell out, really--and put her back up against the wall. Whose clothes were these, anyway? She would never have worn these awful yellow pajamas. She scanned the utterly unassuming room once over before she finally noticed someone else shared the room with her. It was some man she had never seen in her life, she was sure. He had been sharing the bed with her and was still asleep.]

What?

[In full panic mode now, Claire had little interest in staying in the room any longer. Not even stopping to examine closely the house she had found herself in, she began a search for the exit. She stopped once to grab a plain black umbrella in the hall and wielded it like a club as she made her way out the front door.

She stopped at the front step, holding up one hand to block the incoming sun. Claire found herself gawking at the suburban environment that surrounded her]

Just what the hell is going on around here?

[Phone]

[There's a bit of a sigh on Claire's end. She's really trying not to sound too frustrated] I really have no idea what's going on. Well, I do, but- [A pause]

... Okay. I'm trying not to freak out. I'm accomplishing that so far, I think.

[She clears her throat] Anyway.

My name is Claire Redfield. If that name sounds familiar to anybody, then please, please, can you try to reach me? I'm trying to look for some people and it's possible they ended up here as well. Or at least, I hope so. [She's about to add 'or maybe not', because really, did she want them to be kidnapped as well? Especially in some place as nonsensical as this? She decides to just put the phone down, fearing that anything else she had to say would just sound strained]

Comments

[imfinallyhere]

Haywire. Great. Haywire situations tend to surround me, I've noticed.

What kind of crazy things can I expect, exactly? Well, besides being a sudden mother and wife at the age of nineteen.

[fasterthan]

Honestly it varies. Once we woke up to find out the whole town had been nuked into oblivion just to make a point, and then a couple of weeks later everything was back to normal, but not before people died from radiation poisoning, starvation, and being eaten by roaming packs of insane cannibals. Just recently there was a really freaky carnival outside of town that transported people to an exact copy of Mayfield except with a perfect carnival and no people and no food.

So yeah. Can't really predict what happens next.

[imfinallyhere]

[She silently listens, a bit shocked at the gravity of what he's saying. It takes her a moment to respond]

That's a lot worse than I imagined. I'm... not sure what kind of person would make this place. How is it even possible? Maybe... I don't know...

[fasterthan]

We're pretty sure the guy in charge of the place is named Zemekis and is pretending to be a little girl named Lucy Smith. Buuuut it's a lot more complicated than that and I don't really have all the details.

How is it possible? There's a few theories floating around. You can probably come up with your own if you want, it doesn't really help a whole lot.

[imfinallyhere]

Oh no, that situation sounds kind of familiar. I'm sure this guy is crazy, right?

I guess knowing doesn't help much right now. This probably wouldn't be common knowledge at all, but has anyone ever escaped?

[fasterthan]

Mad scientist type, definitely.

Escaped? None of us. I mean, people get droned again all the time, but no one knows if they actually go home or not. I mean, people do go home. There's people who are here, then are gone for any amount of time, like, it can be a day or two to a few weeks to months, and then they wake up in bed again and say they were home.

So... yes and no? It's not like anyone ever does it willingly. We do keep getting hints about other people possibly involved with Mayfield who aren't actually in Mayfield, but we don't know anything about them, really. Or at least I don't. I'm not really like a detective or anything.

[imfinallyhere]

There would have to be people behind the scenes running this place. Somehow.

In other words, if I'm getting out, it's not because I chose to, right? And if some people are forced to come back... I wonder if they're really sent home at all.

... Buuuut maybe that's a bit too unpleasant to think about.

[fasterthan]

Yeah, we... try not to think about it too much. We've got enough on our plates as it is.

We try to do what we can to fight, but there really isn't much we can do.

[imfinallyhere]

We're prisoners. I'm no stranger to getting myself out of dangerous situations, but I think I have to agree there's not much we can do.

Perhaps something will come up, eventually. Anything can happen. Anyone can make mistakes. Hopefully sooner rather than later.