[ Out of the drones downtown, there is someone dressed like them, but the shocked expression is definitely not drone-like. Quietly, as he stops to look in a window, she steps beside him and asks, ] You... have just arrived?
[ Very wary, and she is looking at him in a fairly piercing fashion, as if she is trying to place the face. ]
[Egon freezes as a woman approaches him. He's wary but somehow relieved. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had been hoping that someone who knew what was going on would know to find him. The woman's first question actually almost makes sense to him and he answers her quickly, his voice tense and somewhat frantic.]
[For once Tarvek is on hand when a new Mayfieldian arrives. He can tell it's someone new... well. It would be hard to miss, in all honesty. The guy's lumbering around only slightly less cluelessly than a revenant. And -- Ok. Tarvek's a sucker, but the poor guy shrieks nerd, and, more to the point, has been given a pair of Mayfield horn rims as bad as Tarvek has ever seen. His heart goes out to the man...]
Hello. Let me guess -- you're new here, and have no idea what's happening or where you are. My name is Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and a little over five months ago I was in your shoes.
You're not crazy, you have indeed been kidnapped, the locals for the most part are victims like you, and the horn rims really are as bad as you think.
Sorry. Can't help you with that. We should be so lucky.
It's not a bad place to be, except when it's hell, though. I've made some good friends, and... well. My childhood wasn't exactly sheltered. Sometimes this place looks pretty good even when it's pretty bad.
But the glasses? I've worn worse, too. But I was really happy to get my pince-nez back.
[The metallic voice is quite out of place and Egon pauses by a shop front to seek out where it's coming from. It doesn't take him long, of course. The girl sticks out like a sore thumb.
Egon isn't very keen to speak to just anybody at this point. He's not sure if anyone he's seeing is even human or "on his side". He simply watches the girl warily, eying his surroundings for an escape route just in case.]
[She stares at him with a completely unemotional face and continues in a deadpan voice]
You woke up in a strange house, next to a strange woman who may or may not have said she was your wife and two to three children in the house who may or may not admit to it. There are several pictures on the wall showing you to be a family and you are missing anything that defined you as a person back home?
[The girl's manner unnerves him but she definitely seems to know what she's talking about. Egon nods dismissively.]
That about describes it. I've already met a few people who have given me a run-down. Not to say that I'm completely used to the idea of being in this place, though...
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[The floor creaks slightly as Egon moves slowly down the hall and he cringes. The house seems fairly quiet thus far but has no idea what to expect. Peering down the stairs, he finally hears quiet noises of activity. He risks calling out before he actually shows himself.]
[She'll pause in folding a pant of pants, looking over to the hallway. Well, whoever it is seems a little cautious, but it's more pleasant than some of the other reactions she's seen.] Yes, good morning. Would you like breakfast?
[The answer he receives startles and even irritates him somewhat. Whoever it is sure doesn't seem surprised that Egon is here. He begins down the stairs, pausing to catch a glimpse of the person who answered him.]
...I don't think my stomach is ready for breakfast yet.
[As he moves closer to this girl, he glances about warily.]
At the risk of sounding like an idiot, where the hell am I? I don't seem to remember whatever wild night I had last night.
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[ Very wary, and she is looking at him in a fairly piercing fashion, as if she is trying to place the face. ]
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Yes. Yes I have. What the hell is this?
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Not entirely sure - there's a lot of us that woke up in a strange bed, of a morning. Some have been here years.
[ She opens her handbag, and takes out a folded pamphlet and a map of locations around town, both mimeographed. ]
Here's the overview, but the short form is welcome to the nightmare factory.
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Are you saying... this is a prison? We're trapped here?
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Hello. Let me guess -- you're new here, and have no idea what's happening or where you are. My name is Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and a little over five months ago I was in your shoes.
You're not crazy, you have indeed been kidnapped, the locals for the most part are victims like you, and the horn rims really are as bad as you think.
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Coming from a sheltered childhood, I've worn worse.
Now, wait-- you said you've been here for five months? Please tell me that was a decision made of your own free will and that I'm not stuck here.
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It's not a bad place to be, except when it's hell, though. I've made some good friends, and... well. My childhood wasn't exactly sheltered. Sometimes this place looks pretty good even when it's pretty bad.
But the glasses? I've worn worse, too. But I was really happy to get my pince-nez back.
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No one's gotten out. No one's figured out how to leave? Does anyone have any idea what this place is exactly?
[It's clear that he's upset, and appears to be on the verge of panicking.]
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Egon isn't very keen to speak to just anybody at this point. He's not sure if anyone he's seeing is even human or "on his side". He simply watches the girl warily, eying his surroundings for an escape route just in case.]
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Hi!
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Good morning.
I don't suppose you're a... prisoner, too.
[He has a pamphlet in his hand.]
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You look new...
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Uh... yes. I suppose 'new' would describe my situation.
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You woke up in a strange house, next to a strange woman who may or may not have said she was your wife and two to three children in the house who may or may not admit to it. There are several pictures on the wall showing you to be a family and you are missing anything that defined you as a person back home?
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That about describes it. I've already met a few people who have given me a run-down. Not to say that I'm completely used to the idea of being in this place, though...
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Hello? Is someone there?
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[She's pretty nonchalant about the whole thing.]
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...I don't think my stomach is ready for breakfast yet.
[As he moves closer to this girl, he glances about warily.]
At the risk of sounding like an idiot, where the hell am I? I don't seem to remember whatever wild night I had last night.
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