✪ First Star ✈

[undying_heroism]

[Action -- 848 Goldberg Street]

[Oh, joy, waking up in a strange bed. Nothing suspicious about that, no. Well, being who he was, Alfred had meetings around the world so such a thing shouldn't be too out of the ordinary.

But that was waking up to a different place.

A different time was another story

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[letunityblossom]

...America?

[undying_heroism]

Dude! Lithuania! You're in this dimension, too? That's great!

Or--wait--are you like an alternative Lithuania or something?

[letunityblossom]

No, um--You don't remember when you were here last?

[undying_heroism]

Well, this place looks like how things were back in, like, the 50's or something, but if I traveled back in time then my house would've at least had my Sinatra records.

And I wouldn't, you know, be married and stuff.

So this is obviously a different dimension!

[phone]

[heartstar_blues]

Oh, good.

You got erased too.

I'm still ☠☠☠☠ pissed at you.

[Phone]

[undying_heroism]

You want an eraser? Try a stationary store!

[Phone]

[heartstar_blues]

Wow... no.

Let's try something else.

Okay, do you remember The Captain at all?

[Phone]

[undying_heroism]

You mean Captain America?

Yeah! That guy's awesome!

[rapier_ex]

Loud as ever...

Look, buddy, you may want to sit down for this.

[undying_heroism]

Uhm, okay?

[shuffle]

Sitting!

[rapier_ex]

Alright... here goes...

This is called Mayfield. Contrary to what it may seem like, this is not America in the 1950s. We're not sure WHAT it is. We have no idea what the world outside this pocket dimension looks like, but what hints we have are that it's grim.

The possibility is that this place was once some sort of high tech war shelter. But something went wrong, some people went insane, and now we're all ruled by one highly disturbed person enforcing their idea of perfection on others. It's essentially a prison.

We don't know how or why we're here, or even how we eventually "leave". The drones seem to be meat puppets, and somehow we slowly either replace them when we arrive... or become them when we "leave". We don't know how the system really works.

[undying_heroism]

Hmm.... so this is another dimension.

Do you know anything more about this person you mentioned?

And what are "drones"?

[gets interrupted by an overly-cheerful lady in the background asking 'More coffee, dear?' then him replying 'No thanks']

Annnnd maybe you might know why I'm apparently married in this dimension?

Phone

[hardhat_truckie]

Woah there son, there's no need to go and make such a ruckus. I just got here too, and I haven't seen head nor tail of any aliens or whatever it is that you're talkin' about. From what I've been told though, we're stuck here in this town and we can't leave. Maybe there's someone else in your house who could help ya out.

[Phone]

[undying_heroism]

Great idea!

[thunk then muffled sounds as he goes off

returns a moment later]

Uhhhhm. I tried asking the people here and the lady just asked me if I wanted more coffee and the kids wanted to play catch with me.

[hardhat_truckie]

Huh. Sounds like you got yourself a house full of them drones. From what I heard, they're not really people; just some sort of, umm, being, I guess, that's tryin' ta be one. So askin' one is outta the question, I'm afraid.

I'm actually about to go and ask a friend of mine for some answers. How about I get back to ya later, and I'll let'cha what he told me.

[undying_heroism]

Drones? So, what are they, robots?

[sound of him going 'Hey, kid, come over here' and more muffled sounds then a:] Doesn't seem to have a control panel...

[returns to the phone]

Oh! That sounds good to me! So, I have no idea who I dialed when I called--you got a name or something I can keep a note of?

[webfreedomftw]

America. Nice to hear from you, I suppose. You're not going to be of much use, though.

[Sorry, hero. Estonia's just giving you the facts.]

[undying_heroism]

[just laughs]

You should change the inflection of your voice when you're joking, you know, or people will think you're being serious!

Of course I can help! I can do more than help!

I just need to figure out what I need to do.

And that's where you come in! Fill in me, would you?

[webfreedomftw]

I've only been here a couple of months, but what I've been able to ascertain so far is that we're in some sort of closely monitored, alternate reality dictatorship that no one knows how to get out of or even if you can get out of it. An assortment of universes and planets seem to be represented and, ah, every so often, we get completed screwed over using various control techniques.

[undying_heroism]

So basically the point of this is to overthrow these dictators, right? Like leveling up and getting a super awesome ultimate weapon?