First Order of Business

[blazebrother]

[There's little more than the slight sound of fabric rustling and careful walking. A door opens and shuts experimentally. A pause. The new voice is deliberately quiet, calm, and non-threatening.]

This must be it.

['Sup telephone!]

Someone has business with me here?

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[bustydefense]

What sort of business?

[blazebrother]

If I knew I wouldn't have had to ask, would I?

At first glance it seems that I've been very elaborately set up to steal someone's identity. Can't imagine why.

[bustydefense]

Hahaha.

You're not supposed to steal anyone's identity. You're supposed to assume a new one for yourself.

[blazebrother]

I was about to say that that makes even less sense, but I guess I can see why someone might want me to do that. Too bad it's not gonna happen.

Well then, with that out of the way, do I get to know who my informant is?

[heartofheaven]

Have you just arrived?

[blazebrother]

Arguably. For practical purposes, yes.

[heartofheaven]

Well, you either have or you haven't. Do you know where you are? This town is called Mayfield.

[blazebrother]

Mayfield, huh?

What I meant is that someone seems to have gone out of their way to make it seem like I've been here. It's pretty fascinating in an excessive, creepy, possibly fanatical way.

[mcshotashorts]

Well, that's likely, but on the other, isn't quite?

[blazebrother]

"Yes, but they either haven't realized it yet or refuse to say." I'll take it as that, for now.

So these phones are pretty easy for everyone to tap into, huh?

[mcshotashorts]

It's the main source of communication!

Other than love letters, of course.

[blazebrother]

Love letters. Of course.

Do you get love letters from a lot of people?

[gold_eyed_curse]

[ coming out of his room ]

....I assume you just arrived here. Would that be correct?

[blazebrother]

[Hello there meet your new perpetually-smiling father :] ]

Right.

And if I'm understanding all of this correctly, and I'm fairly sure that I am, we're supposedly related to each other now.

[gold_eyed_curse]

[Oh Joy!]

Apparently so, although you will pardon my extreme lack of interest in what this town deems an appropriate family.

[blazebrother]

As if things ever actually work this way.

I'm glad you won't be devastated to know that I'm not planning to fall in step with this, but I'll warn you that if it becomes necessary, I'll play the part every so often.

It's probably nothing to worry about.

[freezebrother]

[ He was a bit distracted with deciding whether to kill the woman who roused him from bed insisting breakfast was ready, but when he heard his big brother's voice coming from the answering machine in the living room, he's running out to grab the phone. \o/ ]

Big bro!? That's you, isn't it? What's going on? Where are you? I'll come right away.

[blazebrother]

Yuki! Yes, it's me. The general story behind all of this is that we're apparently being forced to fill random spots in equally random families. Anything more specific than that, minus a few things here and there... I'm still working on.

Hang on.

[ Guess who's been on the phone pretty much this whole damn time and has to check? ]

I'm at 749 Partridge - hopefully not too far off.

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[freezebrother]

I don't have any family besides you. I don't care what anyone says, or this woman or the kids or the pictures.

749 Partridge? [ A moment to commit this to memory ]

Okay, hold on.

[ He almost walks off with the phone until the base clatters off the small end table it was sitting on, and he curses. Something about the damn cell phone and no reception and dinosaur phones. He sets the phone down and checks the quaint bills on the kitchen table and returns. ]

I think we're neighbors, big bro. I'm at 750 Partridge, if the mail's right. I'll be right over.

[ Click. ]

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[freezebrother]

[ LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN! ]

[ Guess who's at your door knocking. ]