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[ Action, 627 Topper ]

[ Uh yeah, so Steve is waking up next to a drone for the first time and falls out of bed because hey, wasn't he in 2012 a second ago? And wasn't he, you know, taller? He's going to do the right thing this time, which is not freak out and tear a hole through the wall, probably because it would kill him to do so.

Instead, he will walk downstairs and snoop around and-- there's a picture of him on the wall, smiling, with his 'wife' and two kids.

He sees a rotary dial on the phone and he picks up to call numbers he remembers from 2012. And then numbers he remembers from 1943. And then zero. And then hangs up and goes to rifle through anything he can find in the shoeboxes of the downstairs closet to tell him where he is and why he's there.

Have fun waking up to your new dad sifting through files all over the kitchen table. ]

[ Action, around town ]

[ He doesn't believe this for a second. But this isn't just any sort of thing; he's small again. Someone's trying to make him forget. So he walks around town, because the one thing he needs right now is to get out of town. ]

Excuse me. Do you know the way to the train station?

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[ He draws his lips into a tight frown and softens when he sighs. ]

I wouldn't want to wish this on anyone either. Do you know how many people are working on getting us out?

Practically everyone, with varying degrees of success. If you want someone who's been here the longest and has been taking notes, look for Dist the Rose or Karkat Vantas. They've been compiling guides and could probably point you to the leaders of the resistance.

I'll remember that. Thank you, you've been really helpful.

What's your name? I'm Steve.

I'm not good for much else, so I do the best I can.

[Her smile is faint, but her tail wags.]

I'm Mika, Mika Whitepaws. Nice to meet you, Steve.

It's nice to meet you too, Mika.

[ He smiles and shakes her hand. SINCE I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF SKINNY SMILING ICONS, you get a big guy icon ]

[Perfectly fine, since some of her icons aren't colored yet.

She huffs softly, her ears flicking forward as she clasps his hand. Her knuckles and wrist are scarred, but her grip is firm.]

It's a lot to take in all at once, but if you ever need anything, go ahead and ask. We've got to work together after all, right?

[ He nods ]

Thank you. And if you ever need anything from me, I live at 627 Topper.

[ OoC: Colored or not, they're lovely anyway ♥ I love how you color her fur! ]

Not a problem.

339 Brady Lane. Stop by any time, I'll fix you a steak or something.

[He looked like he could use a few solid meals just as much as she did.]

((ooc: A-ahhh thank you ;; v ;;))

Thanks.

[ Yeah, uh, he's not skinny for lack of trying.... oops. ]

Make mine medium.

[Hers is due to a variety of health malfunctions of her own, so she understands the feeling.]

Will do, it's a promise.

I'll make sure to remember that.

See you around, Mika. Take care.

You too, Steve. Just...don't drink the milk left on the doorstep, all right? Get it from the grocer.

What's wrong with the milkman's milk?

He tends...to put stuff in it. We've found everything from spiders, razorblades, poison and...well. Internal organs in the milk bottles.

Just...just buy it at the grocer, okay? It's better not to risk it.

That's disgusting! Why hasn't anyone reported him?

Steve, think about it. If the people running this town kidnap people from across different worlds just to run a giant social experiment and occasionally brainwash them, do you really think they'd do anything to stop him even if we reported him? At one point they even made him the head of the police force. It was a nightmare.

[She should know, she has a few particularly horrible memories of that incident.]

They made him--

[ He shakes his head and heaves a sigh. ]

Right, don't drink the milk from the milk man. Did he retire from heading the police force?

Yes, they swapped him out with someone else, and the old head of the police force...

[She bites her lip, her ears folding flat against her scalp.]

They found his corpse strung up on one of the gates in town.

They what?

Who killed him?

[ And why would they leave his body out like that... ]

[She shakes her head, going sickly pale at the memory of discovering the body.]

We think it was the people running this place, trying to make an example out of him.

[ he frowns ]

By their own laws, they should be in jail for life.

But I guess that doesn't matter...

[ Since lol, kidnapping charges alone... ]

What a mess...

That's the thing, there aren't really any laws. Just some rules to a twisted game that they don't have to follow because they're the ones running it. Welcome to Mayfield, Steve. It only gets worse from here.

Then I'll make sure before we find a way to leave, that there's no way they can bring anyone else in to play this sick game of theirs.

I'll do what I can to help. It's not the worst place I've been, but no one deserves to be forced into being a living experiment like this.

I agree-- and thank you, Mika. I know we'll be able to get out of here if we just put our heads together.

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