05 August 2012 @ 03:26 pm
2nd Infection  
[A: 749 Partridge Drive (Open to anyone passing by and housemates)]

[Winry and the little drone boy might not be her own children, and Sam most certainly was not her husband, but the town had given her a duty of care towards them. So she had finally buckled herself down in the kitchen, and was doing an excessive amount of baking. She was still so used to cooking for a huge family that she hadn't quite reined herself back to moderation.

So anyone passing by Partridge Drive is free to see the windows open of every room on the ground floor, an array of freshly baked cakes and pies all sitting there temptingly. Cooling. Come take a bite?]

[B: Phone (Filtered to children)]

[Madeline has been debating over using this contraption for a while, but having heard about all the children this town has taken... the decision was made for her. Her voice is gentle, with a very light Scottish brogue.]

It seems to me that this place tries to get us to forget where we've come from and who were important to us there, so it can make us believe we belong here. Well I know that's a load of rubbish, and not even a different home with a different 'mother and father' can make us forget where we come from.

You must all miss your families a lot, I know I do. But I thought maybe it might help to talk about it some, so they know they're still in your thoughts. If you want to talk, it doesn't have to be anything heavy, you can always come and knock on my door and I'll be glad to trade stories with you for as long as you want.

I know it can get scary here and we all miss the people back home, but the wonderful thing about families is that we can keep adding to them. All the people here you love, we can all be a family and help each other through this.
17 July 2012 @ 12:30 am
1st Infection  
[A: 749 Partridge Drive (Closed to Housemates)]

[Waking up was usually not so peaceful. In fact, this may be the first time in the last sixteen years where she hadn't been woken by one child or another needing something from her. These days it was most often Fred crying for his first feed, or two of her younger daughters fighting over who drank the last of yesterday's milk.

Yet this time she was coming to slowly, in a house full of peace and quiet. Though the contentment this brought lasted for only a split second before she was bolt upright in bed, covers brought up to her chin and panic making her breath shorter. This wasn't her house. This wasn't any house in the village.

Usually she could cope with most things calmly, but this was a bit of a sensory overload. Sorry about the ear-splitting shriek, housemates, your new mother has arrived.]

[B: Phone (Open to All)]

[She had seen relics of telephones in the past, though most had been nearly rotted beyond recognition or preserved as part of the 'history'. Phone lines hadn't worked since long before her time, yet this particular one looked shiny and new. Touching it carefully, she picked it up and gave a rather nervous laugh, voice a murmur to herself.]

This is insanity...

[C: Church (Open to All)]

[Going outside had been a MISTAKE, that much was positive from the moment she had reached the end of the street and run into her first stranger. She wasn't in her home village, she was surrounded by people she didn't recognise, and who knows if they were even safe?!

Spotting the church had been a relief. While they weren't used as centres for faith any more, the crumbly little chapel in her village was used as a place to store medicines. If she could be safe anywhere, it would be here. Darting in the doors, breathing as heavily as if she'd run a marathon, she looked around warily.]

Hello? Is anyone here?