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Dec. 8th, 2011 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
con_heir[A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 8th of December, is NOT this young man's birthday, and he already has a name! So re-using this tired old joke isn't really going to work, now is it.
Okay, so a young man is standing in his bedroom. Except that it's not his bedroom, even though there are pictures of him all over the place! John Egbert is pretty sure that he would remember what his bedroom looked like, and last time he checked it had been destroyed and was being overrun by imps. John's not sure of many things right now, but he's definitely sure that he don't see no imps in this here bedroom.]
When Jade brought us through that wall, I didn't think this is where we'd end up...
[Time to explore! John heads outside and surveys the neighborhood, and for a while he thinks he may have somehow ended up back in his own neighborhood. This definitely isn't his house, though, and none of these neighbors look very familiar! In fact, the only thing in the front yard that really reminds him of home is the mailbox.
>John: leave a surprise for the mailman.
What? No, that's stupid. He's not going to do that.
>John: poop in the mailbox.
Absolutely not. Never gonna happen.
>John, you take a dump in that mailbox this instant.]
N.... No! I won't!
[Passersby are free to find John staring intensely at his front yard's mailbox, as if wrapped in some deep moral quandry.]
Okay, so a young man is standing in his bedroom. Except that it's not his bedroom, even though there are pictures of him all over the place! John Egbert is pretty sure that he would remember what his bedroom looked like, and last time he checked it had been destroyed and was being overrun by imps. John's not sure of many things right now, but he's definitely sure that he don't see no imps in this here bedroom.]
When Jade brought us through that wall, I didn't think this is where we'd end up...
[Time to explore! John heads outside and surveys the neighborhood, and for a while he thinks he may have somehow ended up back in his own neighborhood. This definitely isn't his house, though, and none of these neighbors look very familiar! In fact, the only thing in the front yard that really reminds him of home is the mailbox.
>John: leave a surprise for the mailman.
What? No, that's stupid. He's not going to do that.
>John: poop in the mailbox.
Absolutely not. Never gonna happen.
>John, you take a dump in that mailbox this instant.]
N.... No! I won't!
[Passersby are free to find John staring intensely at his front yard's mailbox, as if wrapped in some deep moral quandry.]
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Date: 2011-12-09 06:35 am (UTC)...hey, do I know you? You seem kinda familiar... [Where has he heard that angry tone before hmmmmmmmmm]
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Date: 2011-12-09 03:11 pm (UTC)Yes, you know me. This is your first time meeting me in person, but my third time meeting you in person, so I already have a sense of how irritating this conversation will wind up being. We've communicated via text previously an untold number of times. Ring any fucking bells?
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Date: 2011-12-09 08:08 pm (UTC)Are you Vriska?
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Date: 2011-12-09 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 11:06 pm (UTC)But aside from my massive and impressive array of tentacles, yes, this is what we look like.
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Date: 2011-12-09 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 11:12 pm (UTC)What point on the timeline are you from this time?
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Date: 2011-12-09 11:34 pm (UTC)Last thing I remember, I had just wiped out a whole army of monsters with my awesome wind powers, and then Jade made me giant and we both flew through a big glass wall. I think we triggered the Scratch, but I can't be sure.
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Date: 2011-12-09 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-09 11:44 pm (UTC)Anyway, this is the third time because this town has a tendency of bringing people here and then giving them amnesia sometimes and it keeps happening to you. I have a note that explains everything, I think I'll go get that and bring it to you.
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Date: 2011-12-10 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-10 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-10 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-10 04:05 am (UTC)I am serious about this. This will mark about the 30th introduction to Mayfield I've had to make, and it's always the same conversation, so I fucking refuse to rehash it.
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Date: 2011-12-11 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-11 01:13 am (UTC)It's only going to take me a few minutes.
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Date: 2011-12-11 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-11 01:46 am (UTC)[Storming (okay not really he's not even mad) off back to his hive! He'll seriously be back in like 10 minutes.]
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Date: 2011-12-11 08:57 pm (UTC)Pfft, look at this guy with his little notes. You're too late Karkat, I have seriously mastered everything there is to know about this place. I am the master of Mayfield, it's me.
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Date: 2011-12-11 09:07 pm (UTC)Stop being such a bulgerag and just read this. And do me a favor and for once refrain from being a pain in the nook by just ignoring the parts that are obviously troll specific.
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Date: 2011-12-15 04:19 am (UTC)Oh geez. So they're really serious about the, uh, "panscrubbing", huh? This could be a lot worse than I thought...
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Date: 2011-12-15 04:22 am (UTC)You'll be fine, Ilsa lives here and she's okay.