First Blight || VOICE

[pickedontemplar]

*His phone gets knocked off the receiver as he wakes up lazily, knocking it off with his arm, yawning loudly. There's a moment of silence, as a slow process goes through the man's head*

Strange. I don't quite remember sleeping indoors. Did I go out dri--

These aren't my clothes! They're light and... loose. This is awkward. *He gets out of bed, a

Comments

[electrowhipit]

Uh. Hello?

[pickedontemplar]

*OH! A voice! But where's it coming from? Poor fellow is oblivious to these 'phones'*

Ah hello? Is anyone here? Where are you? I can't see you anywhere; there's no need to hide... I'm not scary!

[electrowhipit]

Pick up the phone! It's the... thing by the bed. I think you knocked it off the hook.

[pickedontemplar]

Phone? What in the world?

*he walks across the room and looks at the thing on the floor... connected to some wire, but whatever it connected to was by the bed! So this must have been the phone he was talking about.

He picks it up. That's all he does, picks it up.*

You're a strange creature aren't you?

[rogue_crow]

...Alistair? Is that you, my friend?

[pickedontemplar]

Zevran? Thank the Maker, a familiar voice!

[rogue_crow]

And here I had started to think I was the only one quite so unlucky as to end up here. [laughs] It is strange, though; I am quite glad to see you, but to see you here...how does one say "welcome" and "I'm so sorry" at the same time?

Who would have ever thought the day would come when you would be happy to see me, though? Ah, Mayfield does work some strange wonders.

[pickedontemplar]

Well let's just say this, Zevran. I would prefer you over Morrigan any day.

Voice

[steel_massifail]

I... don't know where or what Ferelden is, but you're not there.

Re: Voice

[pickedontemplar]

I can see that now.

Voice

[steel_massifail]

Has someone already told you about Mayfield, or would you like me to do it?

Voice

[pickedontemplar]

I have gotten quite a bit of information about it. I'm still reeling from it.

[hurtjustalittle]

Welcome to Mayfield.

[pickedontemplar]

That's quite the welcome, thank you. I would prefer to be somewhere else though.

[hurtjustalittle]

Join the club. I am not here willingly either.

But at least count yourself lucky that you arrived at a time of relative peace. I suppose it would have been even less pleasant to come here when Mayfield was Soviet and they were dragging people from their homes and shooting them like animals.

[raven_daughter]

[sup, it's one of those children, passing right by you to head for the front door-]

[pickedontemplar]

*Alistair blinks and follows her*

Ah, excuse me! Wait!

[raven_daughter]

[Stops, and turns around. Then she looks him over.]

So he's been replaced. Hm. I wonder how long this one will last.

[Now actually addressing you.]

My name is Rue, this place is called Mayfield, and you're stuck here as my pretend father.

[pickedontemplar]

*He frowns ever so slightly, staring down at her*

Awkward. Um, yes, I'm Alistair, your new father apparently. What do you mean by 'he's been replaced'? Sounds creepy to me.