[Action | 7135 Brooks Lane]
[The Joker had awoken to an already strange setting. His sleeping patterns were strange, of course, and he typically slept during the day. The fact that he was waking up bright and early was already odd enough. Still, the odd setting already had him thinking this was merely a dream. What does a psychopath do when he thinks he's dreaming? ANYTHING HE WANTS, OF COURSE.
So, he simply leaps out of bed, examining the pictures about and the very, VERY 1950s style of the entire house.]
Oh me oh my, it looks like I'm dreaming an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show! Hehe! Not the strangest dream I've ever had...but I suppose it is still pretty funny!
[The Joker makes his way to a bathroom...admiring his undeformed features in the mirror. No bleached skin, no deformities of any kind. Just a regular-looking Joe.]
Hmmm...strapping young lad! I could be a real lady killer! Haaaaaaahahahahaha!!!
[After that, he makes his way downstairs, taking the time to first move a footstool into his path, return to the foot of the stairs, and walk across the living room while whistling
This Song. Of course, he makes it a point to trip over that footstool...which causes him to go into a mad fit of giggling. He explores around, sarcastically exclaiming how woeful it is that he's ended up in this predicament.]
[Phone | Unfiltered]
Operator? Operator?? Oh goodness please help! It seems I'm trapped in an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show! Or maybe it's more like Leave it to Beaver? Maybe Andy Griffith? HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[Action | Nearby neighbors to 7135 Brooks]
[Someone has left a small gift on your doorstep! The box is neatly wrapped, and the attached card reads "To my loving neighbor! It's a real scream!" Inside the box, wrapped in plastic so no fluids could leak through...is the severed head of a drone child.]
[[OOC: I'm locking the "gift" to the first nearby neighbor to the Joker's house that wants to take it. It's first come first serve! Of course there's really not much evidence on where it came from.]]