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prpl_assistant) wrote2011-09-12 11:56 am
prpl_assistant) wrote2011-09-12 11:56 am
Memo 001: Meet the Assistant.
A. Action for 1337 Benny Road.
[The first thing Miss Pauling notes when she opens her eyes is how bright the bedroom is. She shuts her eyes tightly, having not yet readjusted to the light. However, when she opens them up again, she immediately notes something else.
The walls around her weren't coloured purple.
Confused, she reaches for her glasses at the bedside table, only to note that they weren't her usual optic wear either. They were just the wrong shape.]
That's strange, where are my glasses...?
[Her hands fumbled around for her familiar pair of spectacles, until she accidentally knocked over the lamp with a resounding smash.]
Ooops.
B. Phone
Hello? Is there anyone there? I...I think I've been kidnapped!
[The first thing Miss Pauling notes when she opens her eyes is how bright the bedroom is. She shuts her eyes tightly, having not yet readjusted to the light. However, when she opens them up again, she immediately notes something else.
The walls around her weren't coloured purple.
Confused, she reaches for her glasses at the bedside table, only to note that they weren't her usual optic wear either. They were just the wrong shape.]
That's strange, where are my glasses...?
[Her hands fumbled around for her familiar pair of spectacles, until she accidentally knocked over the lamp with a resounding smash.]
Ooops.
B. Phone
Hello? Is there anyone there? I...I think I've been kidnapped!
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Sorta. Hey, do I know you?
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Mr. McCann, this is Miss Pauling speaking. And I definitely would be glad for some answers.
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You, me, everyone in this town - kidnapped 'n' put into a fake family. That's the short story version.
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And is there any reason for us being put into these fake families?
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I dunno, cuz they want us to be. It's total bullcrap. They love stereotypes in this town. Like, I'm a "dad" wit' two kids 'n' a wife. And a lousy job.
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That explains the pictures then. (She gives a wary look at one of them, apparently taken on her "wedding" day.)
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Yeah. Who'd they set ya up wit'? I might know them.
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Oh, let me check, there's a picture of my supposed "wedding" somewhere around here...
(A few minutes later, and he should hear the sound of a photoframe being dropped.)
Oh. My. God.
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Huh? What? Who is it?
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Wait, what happened to the Administrator? Is she alright? Is she hurt?
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Come on! Yer killin' me here.
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(She's starting to sound very anxious now. Help her out, BLU>)
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Only from some assholes in town. When it comes to the shit Mayfield does, they usually focus it on tha rest 'a us.
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(She sighs with relief. Whatever this droning process was, as long as the Administrator was alive, there was a chance that she could snap her boss out of it.)
Alright Mr McCann. Could you please tell me who "they" are, and what do "they" usually do?
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Seeing as you've been here the longest, Mr McCann, I'd like to ask for some advice to surviving Mayfield, if you don't mind.
(She's also trying to steer him away from the topic of who she's living with, cause she's totally embarrassed about it so far.)
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