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Vierunddreißig

[Germany is at first confused when he wakes up in bed; Kallen always took the bed, after he insisted. Kallen is gone, in her stead a smiling drone. The faces in the hallway photos are all different. Checking outside, he notes he's been assigned to an entirely new house.

Within minutes after waking, he knows what has happened. He's been droned again, and brought back. For how long this time?

There's something off, this time, as well. He ignores it, but it feels like a subtle zinging pain keeps shooting through his head off and on. Like he hadn't slept right, wasn't all there yet.]

A - { Phone }

If you recognize my voice, please respond. ...I think I've been droned, or gone, for a time. Is Major General Armstrong still here? If not, I wish to speak to whoever is leading the resistance force. But before that, I seek to re-gather my bearings.

The last things I remember were... [He pauses. Westport and its cannibals. The highway. The dairy...] ...were complicated. It was April, year 195X+1 based on memory of my own first arrival and supplemented by information gathered from other captives.

I will compound a list of events soon, and will deliver copies to anyone who would like one. Leave your address, and you will receive it soon after. I'm calling in sick to work for the day.

B - { Action - 1247 Williams Road }

[Spends the day answering the phone, inspecting the house top-to-bottom, writing extensive notes, and rearranging his belongings that have appeared in the house since he woke up this morning. He ignores the droned "wife" entirely, without the blink of an eye even when she's speaking right next to him. He has to concentrate.]

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There's a resistance force? [Hi guess who's new here]

There was one, before I was droned and put in this new house.

How long have you been here?

[So you can be droned and come back in a new house....Riku mentally notes this]

About a week and a half.

So there's a group trying to free the town already. Or at least there was....?

I will alert you of more details as I uncover them. For now, I'm still gathering information.

I am Germany, I also go by Ludwig. You are?

The Major General is gone, but bingo nights are still at her house for now. There's been some major shifts since you've been gone, I think.

["Bingo nights" means top secret resistance meetings rite. Perhaps the phones are even more unsafe now than before..] Understood.

Is it safe to give your name over the phone? I would like to ask you about participation in...bingo.

Safe as anything else here [ Nope. ] I'm Ilsa Higa. I can drop off the notes from this summer at least.

Mm. I am Germany, but I also go by Ludwig. Those notes would be appreciated; 1247 Williams road.

On my way.

[ She is knocking at the door in just about 15 minutes. ]

[A tall, blond German young adult answers, looking very serious. This is a look that will never, ever go away.]

Miss Higa? [He glances past her at the street, still on the alert after waking up in this changed situation.] Come in.

[ She bows in greeting, but it is much more casual than he might have seen from Japan. ]

Doctor, but they don't let me practice here.

[ She enters the house. ]

Are you alone in the house?

[ She means to ask if there are any non-drones here, but it also works as a "may we speak freely" phrase. ]

[He knows to expect any assortment of cultural customs in Mayfield, after spending as much time as he has here.]

"Mother" is out shopping, the kids at school; our pet seems harmless enough, it's in the back.

It seems that we are being separated out, again. More of us are alone in the assigned housing, and... I'm not sure, but other than returning residents, I think there are fewer new ones coming in.

[ She shrugs, ] Used to be, if someone was droned and all their things from home disappeared, they were gone for good. That's been reversed for several people returning.

It is unclear whether the kids are brainwashed or not, but yes; before I woke up this morning, I was in a house with a sentient "mother" role living under the same roof. This will...take getting used to, if I can get used to it. I don't trust them.

[He nods. ...And charges forward with the matter at hand, blunt as is his habit.] May I see your notes, Dr. Higa?

[ Ilsa nods, handing over a Manila folder containing mimeographed copies of a map of Mayfield, out to the highway, the safe housing and medics list, the most recent edition of The Rose's introductory letter, GLaDOS's letter to the hero and some other reports as well as the notes from Bingo Nights since June. ]

I wasn't sure how much you had missed, but you can pass along the information to the new residents you meet. I have more copies.

[ Ilsa waits as he reviews the information. ]

[Germany takes the papers to the table and starts reviewing them immediately, leaving Ilsa to chose to take a seat if she wishes. (Quite the host, isn't he.) The map seems about right to him... The safe house and medics list makes his eyes open a bit wider, and he nods to himself, even whispering 'Yes, of course... ..."Karkat", unknown name... February...' His eyes pause at the end of the paper, but he moves to the next. His furrowed brow remains as such, but subtle nodding motions of his head correctly indicate more approval. He raises a brow and murmurs 'Jack, hm...', but that is all, until he finishes it, and moves on to GLaDOS' letter. ...He does not seem to react to it very much. He tosses it aside the same as the others, but the look on his face is more...set.

...He seems...unsure about the first report, of 'names'. Milk, yes, this makes sense, droning, right...]

[He puts the papers down and puts a hand to his jaw, deciding where to begin. He looks up at Ilsa.]

I met Dist the Rose; he is indeed trustworthy, and his introductory letter makes sense with what memories I have of this place. I hope these letters are making it to every newcomer.

Is this "Karkat Vantas still updating his list? It's a bold undertaking, but I am intrigued. It's October now, so... Would you happen to know when this was first distributed?

I will attend these "Bingo nights".

I have not seen Karkat in a while, but he started the list over a year ago. He is a very... volatile teenager, though he does take the safety of others seriously.

[...A year...

Germany's attention drifts for just a second, but he blinks and regains his composure easily.]

When you say 'volatile'... If I were to seek out him or whoever may be continuing his work, do you have an impression of any opposition I might face?

[ She chuckles. ]

He swears. In mass quantities, with a lot of imagination and vehemence. Also very sure of himself, not trusting of others, like a lot of teenagers I know. If you find him, just let him know you're asking to cooperate, to protect your charges, and I think he may be a good source of info.

I do worry that I haven't seen him active this summer, though.

She's gone now. Bingo's still on though, I've gotten some help on that front.

[Still assuming "bingo" is a codename for super secret resistance meetings..] I see, are you helping to lead things then? I would like to participate.

Virtue of location. Come by the house and I can fill you in.

[Upon getting the caller's address, Germany leaves his house for a quick walk right away, arriving exactly to the minute when he said he'd arrive. He knocks on the door.]

You're the one from the phone?

[He doesn't look like a knife salesman, at any rate]

[A nod.] My name is Germany, but I also go by Ludwig.

I headed a squad for the major general for a short time before I was brainwashed for over a year. I would like to continue to serve her cause, in whatever form it still stands now.

[Crowe passes right by at first, expecting to see drone!dad reading the paper... and he's not. He's got notes. He's writing. This is a very good sigh.

Awkward as ever, though, he's not sure what to say when he stops.]

Ah...

[Germany stops writing immediately and looks up. A blue hair streak? Likely not a drone.] . . .

Greetings.

It would seem that I've replaced the drone "father" at your house here.

[...He knows what it's like when the drone of a friend gets replaced. The feeling is a complicated one. Did he replace such a friend...?] ...Were they the drone of a friend of yours? [His voice is still commanding, but his face has softened some. Impossible for Crowe to tell, but it's something like guilt.]

Ah, I... W-Well, he would have just been moved, it's... Um, you actually showed up a few days ago, but droned. It was bizarre. I was wondering what was going on...

The Major's been gone for a while now...

...I understand.

I wish I could've worked under her command for longer.

[Well that's a familiar tone. Now will he remember her this time.]

Germany?

[The little bit of pain zings through his mind again, but he shakes it off quickly, knowing the voice, yes, right...]

Tiffany?

Oh good, you remember this time. Welcome back to Mayfield.

Gone sadly.

You're welcome to join Bingo night though if you'd like. It's at the same house.

Ah, I've heard of this. [Still assuming "bingo" is a codename for super secret resistance meetings..] I appreciate the welcome.

[He would be right.]

We're always happy to have new members.

Oh Germany. You're back.

[Hey it's a citizen of yours! Aren't you lucky.]

Johan!

Damn this town... I'm still trying to figure out how far ahead I've jumped in time-- er, rather, how long I've been gone for. I'm pleased to hear a familiar voice, though, at least.

You've been gone quite a while I'm afraid. You were back again for a short time, but you didn't remember anything and you seemed to think it was the second world war.

I can fill you in on what you've missed if you like.

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