First Contact
Jul. 3rd, 2010 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceasetoexistPokey Minch had been to several worlds before, but this was the first time he'd found himself having woken up in a new one. In a house. With new clothes. And...pictures of him in situations he can't remember? What is this nonsense? The chubby boy proceeded to take the room apart methodically, opening and digging through his closet and every cabinet he could find.
Nothing. Anything that was his own was gone. He restrained the urge to kick the crap out of the dresser in front of him, knowing that really wouldn't solve anything. Besides, he just needed to get to his Time Distorter and he could-
His Time Distorter. Oh please God, or whoever was out there, let it be here.
He ran as quick as his legs could take him downstairs, frantically heading to the front door. Not in the driveway. Not in the backyard either when he got to it. Or the garage. Which pretty much exhausted hiding places it could be in in the immediate vicinity.
He didn't know what else to do. Rushing to the kitchen, he rummaged through the pantry until he could find a knife sharp enough to suit himself and assure him he had a good chance of protecting himself with it. He had little reason to believe what he'd do next would do anything, either.
Moving over to the phone, he picked it up and said in a quiet rasp, as if screaming while maintaining his voice]
What is this bullcrap? I have no idea where I am, or why there are pictures of me with people I don't friggin' know, or why I'm in a house with my good suit replaced with some namby-pamby cutesy junk.
I don't know WHO you are that did this, but I better get an answer, and I better get it fast, and you'd better give me my TIME DISTORTER BACK NOW before I start taking names and rolling heads.
Understood?
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:32 pm (UTC)Know some people who'd be screwed if they were here. Be hysterical if they were.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 08:36 pm (UTC)...Is there any rhyme or reason to them getting them back, or do they just like, get them back without explanation? Is it random, is what I'm asking?
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 08:38 pm (UTC)And people who don't play along...?
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:45 pm (UTC)You get brainwashed to think like them if you don't play along.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 08:50 pm (UTC)And no it isn't permanent, most of the time. For minor offenses its like...a day or so. For bigger shit it's longer. Though sometimes it happens for nothing at all and your stuck like that. We still don't know what causes it.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:51 pm (UTC)So you got a name, mister?
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:56 pm (UTC)But yeah, the shit that goes down here is about as pleasant as having boiling water poured on your face.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:57 pm (UTC)Heh, sure I'll get used to it. Been worse places.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 09:00 pm (UTC)And, aside from a few things? My life's been pretty awesome.
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Date: 2010-07-03 09:03 pm (UTC)[He's heard so many weird stories that its starting not to faze him]
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