First Contact

[ceasetoexist]

[Well hello Ricardo Street. It's a lovely morning isn't it? I certainly hope you're enjoying it, because it's about to get a bit of a downer in a minute. The direction this distraction is about to come from 502 on your block.

Pokey 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?

Comments

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ah...time distorter?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeeees. My Time Distorter. It's the machine that I should have been in but, apparently, someone has stolen from me.

Quite possibly you, since you're the first respondent. You could be trying to lead me into a false sense of security. That your game?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Hey! I am doing no such thing! Look, I dunno what your time distorter is [He has a sneaking suspicion it's a card board box], but I don't have it. This town does. When it brings you here it takes everything away and you get it back piecemeal.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...What do you mean "the town does it"? You mean the people who live here, or what?

'Cause, uh, yeah. That things been my makeshift home for awhile. Kinda fond of it and considering it's mine, I intend to get it back.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Alright, here's the basic gist of the matter. We're all stuck here in this weird ass town that acts like a three year old that's been spoiled by rich parents. It does what it wants.

And no I don't mean the people, they're just the town's playthings. We all are right now.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So the town's its own entity? Oh. Well. Awesome. Just loving this.

[...He honestly doesn't seem too surprised or bothered by this revelation.]

So, what? What does it have us do? Make us just live our normal lives? 'Cause I'll be honest. Not really feeling that.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[He's kinda glad for the calm, if a little weirded out by it]

Sorta. Most of the time we just have to play by its rules of living stereotypical 50's lives, but sometimes it throws us a curve ball.

Like turning the town into a warzone and stuff like that. Oh yeah. Speaking of which, death isn't permanent here.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Great. One of the most boring time periods I could think of and I'm stuck here. It's worse than back friggin' home.

Death is...uh...it's that common occurrence with the crap it throws?

[Yeah. At that point, there's clearly fear. He isn't sure if he should be relieved you come back or not.]

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

It can be...but it tends to pass you by if you keep your head down. [He tries to sound gentle about it, he doesn't want to upset the little dude]

I wouldn't really worry about it, we'll find a way out of here soon.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well I guess that makes sense. Keep yourself hidden and leave other suckers to draw the fire. Not something I'm new to, quite honestly.

Yeah? And what makes you think that? How long have people been here, for that matter?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

A while now, but we're workin' on it. There is a way out and we're gonna find it, town or no town.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Well that's obnoxiously optimistic, don't you think?

Do you even know what the town is yet?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well excuse me for being upbeat about this situation.

And no, our current theories range between weird ass magic, and stuff so technological it makes my head hurt.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Uh, then your current thought pattern of "we're getting out soon" is a bit misguided, ain't it?

Me? Until I see otherwise, I say it's probably scientific. I can believe in some supernatural crap but straight at magic? Doesn't exist.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised. Oh yeah, speaking of magic, any weird abilities you might have are gone too. It's not just physical stuff.

[He's choosing very consciously to ignore Pokey poking at his optimism]

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness had been walking down the street in his pajamas, when he could swear he was hearing a familiar voice.. He looked up and over to the front windows of house 502, but could not see as clearly.. Ness walks onto the lawn of 502, stepping closer to the front window to confirm his fears..]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Welp, don't have to worry about that. Unless it considers my genius a power, heh.

Know some people who'd be screwed if they were here. Be hysterical if they were.

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

A lot of people kinda got screwed over by that, but they've been slowly getting their abilities back so at least it isn't permanent.

1/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Man, waiting for these jerkwads to answer the damn phone sure is boring. There's nothing even cool happening outside the win-]

2/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[OH HOLY SHIT IT CAN'T BE]

3/3

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[There's no time to waste, and the giant jerk puts on the best smile he can as he goes outside to great his friend.]

Well friggin' hello, pig's butt.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Heard you the first time you said that. Not deaf.

...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?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Well, it's not random. Usually we get something back after the town pulls something on us. Kinda like a reward for playing along.

Re: 3/3

[nessbound.livejournal.com]

[Ness jumped back from the window, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He pressed his face against the glass, hoping his eyes weren't getting bad.]

Nope! Nope nope nope! That's him. That's definitely Porky. Oh crap. Crap oh crap what the crap is he doing here?!

[Ness scratches his head frantically. What is he to do?! What can he possibly do without a bat and his PSI?!]

Wait.. Did he just call me a pig's butt?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I see.

And people who don't play along...?