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A. Phone. Early Morning. Unfiltered.
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
phone;
phone;
[Which is to say, she doesn't trust him entirely.]
Why yes, your help has always been of great value to me.
phone;
I have been located here for long enough to provide sufficient information. However, I am asking for something in exchange. Nothing you can't provide without walking outside and just glancing with your limited eyesight.
phone;
[Why can't she have handsfree :(]
phone;
[Not creepy at all.]
Outside the house you are in, there should be some indication of where you live in Mayfield.
phone;
A few seconds pass.]
311 Miller Street is the address.
[WHY SO CREEPY.]
phone;
Thank you. I live at 916 Bilko Boulevard myself. Someone else you are well acquainted with lives with me too, but you can have your revelation toward that on your own.
Shall we begin the explanation?
phone;
[DUDE]
...I'm listening.
phone;
[with an added 'hee hee' at the end.]
You're in a town called Mayfield, an alternate universe pocket in paradox space designed to snatch people from their dimensions and place them into this one. That house you are in is where you have been assigned to live - there are other people with you I'm sure. Some of them are prisoners like us, others are "drones" designed to play a role in a human family. Mother, Father, so on. Are you following so far?
phone;
[While Rose had heard a number of the things he mentions, the fact Doc Scratch is saying them is the definitive prove that they are true; the man can't lie, powers or not, she knows this well. It doesn't make things any less inconvenient for her though.]
Following and walking in stride. Anything else?
phone;
phone;
[Eyeroll, eyeroll.]
Death is barely a concern to me. I wouldn't stick a needle knowing it will lead to my demise. [Which is not a terrible metaphor to drive a satellite towards a Sun of sorts nope.]
But I will let you know if I ever feel like doing something stupid.
phone;
But you would stick a needle to save others, even with the added bonus of a demise. I'm sure you will let me know, just as you have before. As always, I am gracious to all.
phone;
Of course I will, it was pretty much my set course of action before I ended up here. You'll be the first to know if I find a worthy cause to throw my life away for, of course.
phone;
I feel very honored. Perhaps I should keep a tally of sort for how many times you jump into suicidal situations.
phone;
Now I will have to live up to those expectations.
phone;
You will not disappoint. I am sure of it.
phone;
[Rose would snort but ladies don't snort.]
Will you tell me who lives in that same house?
phone;
A lady named Haruhi, who appears to be a Human Asian girl. The second is your patron.
phone; I wanna throw Rose at that house D:
[...]
I expect you to be on your best behavior with them
phone; she should have sleepovers with kanaya and haruhi okok
But of course. I am an excellent host and an excellent father guardian figure.
phone; or you know, whenever I can canon update...
Somehow I think I will need to go and make sure everything is in order from time to time. Not to mention I find very interesting the chance of partaking in a face to face conversation with you, now that I can.
phone; mO_Om
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