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[corrodes]

A; 768 Bunker Streeet
[The Handmaid does not so much wake up as her body propels itself out of bed on instinct before she is fully conscious and able to take in her surroundings. She wobbles slightly, muscles attempting to compensate for the weight of horns that were no longer there. A glance in the mirror reveals that she isn't a troll at all, through some sort of magic or manipulation, and after taking a moment to mentally compare her new face to her older, usual one she turns to the person in the bed, yanking the blankets off and aiming to kick him onto the ground.]

What is the meaning of this?

B; around Mayfield
[The Handmaid is dressed in green, but it's a softer hue than her usual attire, and its fifties America sensibilities are out of place on her, or they would be if she was at all recognizable in this state. She is aware of humans, and so knows what she has become, but as for the why behind it, she is uncertain. Whatever it is, Lord English certainly knew it was going to happen already. Therefore, she should familiarize herself with her surroundings and await further, inevitable instruction.

She glances at the various humans and other, unknown species as she passes, and while she is trying her best to hide it there is the typical "new to Mayfield" sense of confusion and uncertainty creeping around the edges of her carefully-maintained aloof expression if one is looking for that sort of thing. Help her out? Or make things worse, if you prefer.]

Comments

B

[normality]

[ Did someone say helping, because Mikiya is rather fond of that sort of thing.. But no, he's just standing outside the pharmacy since that's where he works when he spots her walking by like that.. and somehow he manages to spot that slight uncertainty, even if it's just a little, so he offers a slight smile. ]

Good day. Need any help?

[corrodes]

[The Handmaid pauses, although at first that is the only acknowledgment she gives that she even heard anyone speak. The silence stretches as she tries to decide if she is allowed, in this situation, to ask questions.]

How long have you lived here?

[normality]

[ The silence is.. odd, but not undeterring. He just stands there and stares the entire time, really, as if he just expects her to speak on. ]

Well, my stay here is more or less temporary, but.. I think it's been about four months by now.

[corrodes]

Then you must have learned about this place in that time span.

[Her tone is a bit demanding, but mostly even--it's devoid of any strong emotions, at any rate, although it does broadcast frustration. Not knowing where or when she was is unsettling.]

[normality]

I have. ... Not everything, I'm sure, but a few things..

[ that makes him realise for sure, though. ]

Then are you new to this place?

[corrodes]

Apparently so.

[Not of her own volition, at least. But nothing she does is of her own volition, so she can't really be more than annoyed about it.]

Are there arrivals here often?

[normality]

Every month or so. They usually come around the same time of the month too, so.. in a way, I guess you could even say it's almost predictable.

[corrodes]

[So her predicament is at least a shared one. Curious.]

To what end are we brought here?

[normality]

Living, apparently. ... Well, living a 'normal' life. [ He figures he should elaborate on that.. ]

What they define as a normal life, so just living here in an assigned house, with a fake family and a fake job.. It's actually pretty strange.

[corrodes]

An odd reason to kidnap someone.

[She looks around the area as if something more reasonable might present itself.]

Do we know the names of our captors?

[normality]

I'm not sure, there's still a lot of stuff that's unclear. Like the reason why they have such a strange reason to kidnap this many people..

But I'm sure we'll figure out someday. I think some people already gathered some clues.

[corrodes]

Someday?

[That's far too inaccurate for her, even though she's used to that sort of thing.]

How long has this been going on?

[normality]

I can't say for sure myself, since I've only been here a few months.. [ his gaze wanders off a moment as he thinks before returning to her. ]

I've heard stories about several years by now.

B!

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

[Disciple had already been here through another session of 'lets drop new people off in Mayfield's lap' and that vague aura of 'does not know what is going on' around this woman]

Excuse me, Are you new or just lost?

[Those bright green eyes, gray skin, and horn probably looks extremely familiar 8D]

[corrodes]

[The Handmaid's eyes fall onto Disciple--and that has to be the Disciple, although what the troll is doing here she can't know. There's a long silence; while Handmaid doesn't move she doesn't respond, either.

Disciple might mistake it as being confused about her appearance, however.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

...Is there something wrong? Oh--is it--Ah I'm a troll! Different species from you probably. This is Mayfield. It's really dangerous. Let me see if I can remember...Don't drink the milk, don't trade in things at the post office, go to work or whatever every three days at least... I really need to learn what to say.

[corrodes]

[It's obvious the Disciple hasn't recognized her at all; no wonder, with the currently human body she's wearing.]

Did you arrive in that body?

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

No, I arrived as a human. I got my proper body back a little while ago.

[corrodes]

Is that common, then?

[She glances down at her own body with a touch more distaste than she's displaying in general.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

Everyone without a human body is given one, yes. So...can I ask what you were before you came? Since you obviously weren't human.

[corrodes]

I am a troll as well. Seeing one when I myself am so oddly transformed was unexpected.

[Really, seeing Disciple specifically was unexpected, but the Disciple didn't need to know she recognized her.]

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

You'll get used to it, I think. There's a bunch of wrigglers and adults who all have their bodies back. Do you need any explanations? I've only been here a little while but I can explain a few human things!

[She wants to be helpful. A helpful somewhat happy troll. Will wonders never cease]

[corrodes]

What are we expected to do while we are here?

[The Handmaid knows only bits and pieces about humans--mostly learned from the interactions Scratch had with a few of them. It's not nearly enough for this sort of situation, though.]

B

[cueball]

[Scratch is sitting in the park, flicking pieces of bread to passing by pigeons. The bread is already old, so may as well put it to some use to and toss it to these simulations.

That's when something catches his omniscience. The presence of someone who vanished just a short while ago from his home, and yet in a different sort. It was stronger than before. His eyes turn toward the general direction of the feeling, which is when he catches sight of the woman. So, there she was.

He won't call out right away, but when she comes closer he will.]

You there. Come here.

[corrodes]

[The Handmaid turns immediately to the voice, recognizing its familiarity, although there's a hesitation in her steps when she sees a human speaking. Of course, Handmaid herself is human, and so she can't afford to simply ignore him. She approaches.]

Yes?

[cueball]

[He waits until she comes closer, his expression unchanging as he observes her. While he was sure of it, as he was with all things, seeing her up close only confirmed what he already knew.]

I see. It really isn't a long time all things considered, but seeing you again like this is certainly a sight for sore eyes. [Then he grins.] Handmaid.

[corrodes]

[There's no mistaking his voice and the way he addresses her; it seems whatever befell her has changed him as well.]

I see I'm not the only one who has been brought here.

[She's still convinced Lord English has planned this out, of course. She doesn't choose to ask questions; if he has information to her she needs, Scratch will certainly supply it on his own.]

[cueball]

Certainly not. I hope my indecent appearance is not too jarring at this time.

[He ushers a hand to the other side of the bench, still free and open.] Sit.

[corrodes]

[She sits as directed.]

It's no more jarring than my own appearance.

[Which is to say it's annoying, but she can't bring herself to care outside of annoyance.]

[cueball]

Jarring isn't very good, but you will grow used to it. Least until my proper one is returned.

[But, moving away from that.]

This place is called Mayfield. It's a town in a foreign universe, on an alien planet called Earth. You've been turned into a human, the dominant form of life on this planet.

[corrodes]

So I've noticed.

[In regards to the "suddenly human" aspect, anyway.]

It seems there are trolls here, however.

[In troll bodies, which is the important part to her.]

[cueball]

Yes. After some time you may find your form returned to it's regular state. The trolls you saw are in that category. You will have to bear being human for the time being. Perhaps in a month, perhaps in a few. The same goes for your majyyks.

A: Hi Wifey! 8D

[fineinthefire]

[The quick movement was enough to wake Axel. He knew that jolt. He did the same thing when he first got pulled into this dump. He slowly pulled himself up and watched as she examined herself in the mirror. What he didn't expect was to be attacked on first instinct. Seems like not too many people are fond of the ask first kill later clause here.

He wasn't about to let himself be kicked, but he didn't want to hurt her either, so instead he just aimed to pull her down onto the ground with him.]

You're in a place called Mayfield. I didn't bring you here. I don't think anyone can really tell you who did.

I'm so sorry this is late you don't have to reply if you don't want

[corrodes]

[Handmaid jerked back, which had the unfavorable result of pressing her close to the wall and limiting her options as far as movement in this body went but was better than being on the floor with someone she didn't know.]

Then what are you doing here?