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mayfield_rpg2012-08-13 05:04 pm
tsarcasm) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-13 05:04 pm
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♔ TWO
[ PHONE ]
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Don't think you can pull this different-country-multiple-worlds thing on me again. And just when I had convinced myself that it had all been some weird daydream! Wake up, Anya, we're not doing this again.
...Yes, there's no way home, I know, they told me last time. That doesn't mean I believe it, nor does it mean I'm going to be any less mad about it.
And just how long has it been, exactly? Because it looked like springtime, but it certainly doesn't look like that now.
[There's a pause, and her voice is quieter when she speaks again.]
...There was a boy. Here. He claimed his father was Emperor of Russia. Is... is he still here?
[ ACTION | 435 Peepers Street ]
[There is an awful lot of door-slamming as Anya proceeds to investigate the contents of every room and cabinet of the house. She pauses in the living room to pick up one of the framed photos off an endtable, frowning. Overly happy children. Her and an unfamiliar brown-haired man.]
Well. They changed the photos. That's something.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no. Don't think you can pull this different-country-multiple-worlds thing on me again. And just when I had convinced myself that it had all been some weird daydream! Wake up, Anya, we're not doing this again.
...Yes, there's no way home, I know, they told me last time. That doesn't mean I believe it, nor does it mean I'm going to be any less mad about it.
And just how long has it been, exactly? Because it looked like springtime, but it certainly doesn't look like that now.
[There's a pause, and her voice is quieter when she speaks again.]
...There was a boy. Here. He claimed his father was Emperor of Russia. Is... is he still here?
[ ACTION | 435 Peepers Street ]
[There is an awful lot of door-slamming as Anya proceeds to investigate the contents of every room and cabinet of the house. She pauses in the living room to pick up one of the framed photos off an endtable, frowning. Overly happy children. Her and an unfamiliar brown-haired man.]
Well. They changed the photos. That's something.