5 - In which we try this one more time

[istheatmosphere]

ACTION: [Huh? Mokuren comes to in the kitchen of 336 Brady Lane, where she, or drone-her, or whichever drone she just replaced, had apparently been cooking. But this isn't her kitchen. This isn't the house she was in before. She drops the knife she hadn't even noticed was in her hand, and goes into the living room, where a schmaltzy portrait of

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[prodigious_mage]

Sounds like you were replaced. You went home, anyway.

[istheatmosphere]

I did? You'd think I would remember something like that.

[prodigious_mage]

Then it's probably that no time passed in between. It happens sometimes.

[istheatmosphere]

No... time?

How long have I been gone, anyway?

/sob I just realized that he's droned /derp forever

[sveariket]

[This severely limits the choice of icons that I can throw your way. Anyway, Berwald just came home from school and like the good 14-year old boy that he is looked for his mother to say hi.

He smiles at her and gives a small wave, waiting for her to finish the phone talk.]

[istheatmosphere]

[Mokuren's never had non-drone children before. But she took her responsibility as a not!mother seriously, even so. This kid doesn't have quite the same look as the drone-kids she had two months ago.]

Hello. What's your name, then?

[sveariket]

[She's in for a big surprise when he gets un-droned, unless Finland tells her about him first. Also in case you wonder about the name, I'll refer to the drone as "Berwald" and the real one as "Sweden".

He looks at her for a moment in slight confusion and then drops his bag next to the kitchen table.]

It's still Berwald Väinämöinen, mom.

[istheatmosphere]

[Vana what now? And people say her name is hard to pronounce. At least all the syllables are spaced evenly and there are no weird accents on the letters. She's a little dissappointed that he's a drone, thought she wasn't really expecting anything different. Sigh.]

That's right. My mind was elsewhere. Forget my own head next.

[vaimoksein]

[The aforementioned blonde soon peers through the doorway of the kitchen upon hearing the clattering of the knife.]

Hello?

[istheatmosphere]

Oh, it's you! [She hopes you're not a drone, but she won't say that out loud. She was raised to be polite, after all.]

I was just... Well, I'm not entirely sure what I was just doing. It doesn't look like I'm in the wrong house, but could have sworn I was somewhere else just a minute ago.

[vaimoksein]

[He pauses to ponder this for a moment. From her wording it almost seems like--]

Were you in Mayfield before?

[istheatmosphere]

Yes, but I rather kept to myself. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't recognise me. [Especially since she din't have her Kiche here. But even in her short time here, she had learned that a Kiche didn't mean anything here.]