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[hasacondition]

[action: 306 Miller]

[He's not unfamiliar with the experience of waking up in a totally strange location, but it's always a sign that something very, very bad has happened. He doesn't even have the aches or the flashes that usually accompany an... incident, and if this is one, someone must have dressed him and brought him back to their house afterwards, which is even more unsettling and might mean he's in custody.]

[He fights the rising panic desperately, not realizing that the push behind it is missing, as he gets out of the bed-- no restraints?-- and peeks out the blinds to try and get some grasp on his surroundings.]

[And then he dresses as quickly as possible in whatever clothes he finds first, glancing hurriedly over his shoulder at the door, and moves steadily out into the hallway, ready to bolt as soon as he sees anyone or hears anything.]

[action: around town]

[He's calmer outside the house, though that's not saying much. But it's time to get a feel for his surroundings and actually investigate, all while trying to blend in as much as possible. This means a brief, distracted smile at anyone he makes eye contact with (that's what you do in the suburbs, right?) before lowering his head slightly and speeding up a little, though the more... eccentric-looking people do catch his attention.]

[Still, he can afford to ask a question or two without seeming too out of place, so he'll smile apologetically, doing his best to not sound urgent, and ask]

Excuse me, hi-- how far to the nearest city?

[Unless, of course, he sees anyone wearing anything that even comes close to looking like a police or military uniform, because then he casually turns right around and down the nearest corner, which is not remotely suspicious behavior at all.]

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[hasacondition]

So that's multiple dimensions breached, at the very least.

[He's still trying to calculate the sheer size of it, but then he realizes the rest of what she said]

--Harm from the buildings?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Correct. As I have heard, some found themselves locked within vacuums created by the building upon entry."

[hasacondition]

Vacuums. Of course, if we're already stuck in the town....

[he shakes his head slightly, more to himself than to anyone else, and moves on to more important questions]

So, do we know why?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"We do not."

BLUNT.

[hasacondition]

We don't know anything about this?

[He's getting a little agitated, moving his hands a little more; he knows it's not a good sign, but if what she's saying is true, this conversation is the least of his problems]

[windows_hyliaedition]

"We know the names of captors and otherwise dangerous beings, but unfortunately we do not know their precise methods or reasonings concerning Mayfield and its prisoners."

[hasacondition]

Names are a place to start, anyway.

[and he folds his arms to keep his hands still and looks up expectantly]

why do i have all of these wordy characters why-

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Indeed. The most key is the name of our captor, 'Zemekis'; he takes the form of a small female human as part of the 'Smith' family. Approaching is highly ill advised however, as he is considerably volatile in nature and holds reality warping abilities. Similarly, the entirety of the Smith family as a whole is to be avoided."

"The milkman is also to be avoided, same as the milk delivered each morning. It holds a high chance of poisoning, some of which result in the drive to kill others within the household.

"The mayor as well is a figure of power not meant to be approached; though his abilities are not likely the same as Zemekis, he is yet the 'face' of control in Mayfield. Therefore, it stands to reason that approaching is unwise.

"The postman lies in a similar vein, and yet not. He is the one who delivers objects and abilities to regain from our own world following various events. I have been told that additionally, one is able to request such a thing from him without the appearance of an event, albeit with a steep price."

haha the perils of character choies

[hasacondition]

[He takes a second to take it all in, not sure where to start.]

...You said... abilities. Regaining them.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Correct. For example-" She gestures to herself with her curtain-like arm. "Upon my initial arrival, I resembled the average human female of approximately fourteen years of age. Following the first event experienced a gown similar to my current and true appearance was sent to me in a box.

"In the event following, this gown vanished- in exchange, opening an envelope delivered to me my true form, and with it, a box containing Scrapper."

[hasacondition]

So.

Some people here, people with... abilities, they get taken away.

And they come back in the mail.

[he says it carefully, trying not to reveal any emotion as he does so-- truth be told, he's not sure what he feels about it, if it's even true.]

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Abilities, form- all who are anything other than what Mayfield deigns an 'average human' are reduced to those standards. Whether such things are returned in the mail depends on what happens."

[hasacondition]

[There's a pause where he just stops and listens to his heartbeat-- was he imagining it, or was it actually different...?]

[But then he clears his throat, not ready to risk it and check yet.]

So... something happens in town, we get an ability back in the mail.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Provided we are involved in some way."

[hasacondition]

Right, right.

[He answers distractedly, not sure how much more to say, but after a few seconds]

...And if we... don't open the letter?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"It is not returned."

It-would-seem-Mr.-Knows-Nothing-has-a-secret-bo-wEEP!

Fi will send a sharp look to Scrapper now. "Please, be silent." She looks back to Bruce. "I must add in warning- there is no way of knowing what is contained within the envelope or box unless it is opened. More importantly, I am yet unaware of what would happen should someone else open it instead."

[hasacondition]

Of course, just... curious.

[Nobody asked you, you dumb robot]

As to how this town works.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"Of course. It is understandable- I myself was the same upon arrival."

[hasacondition]

Yeah, well, thanks for taking the time, miss...?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"I am Fi," she states, giving a small curtsy.

Fi... Like an 'f-sharp'..?

[hasacondition]

Bruce Banner.

...Do you mind if I ask what... species you are?

[windows_hyliaedition]

"I am of no species at all. I am a construct- forged by the Goddess Hylia, as a guide from within a blade; in my realm I was destined to guide the chosen wielder of this sword through his destiny, and following such enter a sleep within it for the remainder of eternity."

[hasacondition]

...Right, my mistake.

[windows_hyliaedition]

"It is of no consequence; my existence is unique to my realm. It is not expected for you to be aware of it." She very quickly got that out before Scrapper could agree with you Bruce- as it is, one of her sleeve-arm-things is handily blocking the device.

[hasacondition]

[He raises his eyebrows at him with humor before glancing back to her.]

It still seems like a rude question.