13 August 2012 @ 05:04 pm
♔ TWO  

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.
02 March 2012 @ 12:17 am
♔ ONE  

[Good morning, Mayfield! You might be awoken by a recording on your answering machine. It seems to be half of an exceedingly pleasant conversation.]

Hello? Yes, I'd like to be connected to Paris, please?

What do you mean, you can't do that?

...I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. I could have sworn you were trying to tell me we're in America.

Okay, listen. Sure. I can accept the fact that maybe I did wake up in a complete stranger's bed. The photos of me with people I have definitely never seen before in my life? Well, I don't know. Creepy? Yes. But I mean, hey. If you have an explanation, I'm willing to consider it.

But trying to tell me that I somehow unknowingly traveled thousands of miles just like that and wound up in a completely different country? Sorry, but no. Nope! Not happening!

Look, this has got to be just some big mixup. You probably have the wrong person. Somewhere out there is a very confused girl who I'm sure would be happy to be in my shoes right now. Me, well, I kind of need to get home. I was in the middle of something important. So, if somebody could please direct me to the next ship back to France, I'd appreciate it. A lot.

[ ACTION | 1445 Mitchell Road ]


[In the middle of the living room, the house's newest resident slams down the phone in disgust.]