Case 22: поворот коммунизм

[little_thief]

[Kay wakes up just like any other normal day, but to a very different Mayfield than the one she's used to.  She's wearing plain grey pajamas that are far too short for her, and her closet is full of similarly mis-sized plain grey clothing of various wrong sizes.  Confused, she gets dressed and heads downstairs for breakfast, finding nothing but a pantry full of cans of beets and a single bag of sugar that's only half-full.  After a hearty breakfast of... beets in a bowl with some sugar sprinkled on top, she sighs and heads off to the phone, which has been replaced with an even crummier-looking rotary style monstrosity.]

"Uh... did anyone else wake up in a completely different town today?  For that matter, does anyone have anything but beets to eat?  What's going on here?"

[Once she's done with the phone, Kay will head outside to find a large stack of 5000 Communist propaganda posters sitting bundled on her front porch, with cheery instructions referring to her as 'Comrade Faraday' informing her that these are to be plastered up all over town by Wednesday.  Sighing, and not really knowing what to think about any of this, she just takes the posters and heads off to do the work - after all, who knows what kind of crap the town might pull if she just lets this go.  So she'll be wandering around town with a stack of posters, a plaster bucket, and a brush, making Mayfield even more glorious.]

((OOC: Feel free to respond to either the phone call or run into Kay when she's going around town hanging up the posters.))

Comments

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Is that another language?

Russian...I met someone named Russia. Is he another country-person? Did he bring all of us here?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I really have no idea. I don't think it was him. He's trapped here like the rest of us.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Serves him right. I don't like him.

Have you seen anyone else here?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I ran into my 'dad' a little while ago, on his way to work at the factory.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I can't find any of the people I live with. I hope they're alright...

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I'm sure they're fine. Work starts pretty early around here, apparently.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I woke up because a phone was ringing...it was early, and it said I had to go to school, I think.

If it's just jobs like these, then they must be safe, right?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

I don't think all the jobs are this safe, but I also don't think this new setting is going to last forever.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Like that Westport place?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Yeah. People were only trapped over there for about a week. This'll probably be similar.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I hope no one dies this time...

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

...Me too.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I heard about all sorts of awful things that happened there. What if it'll be like that here?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Stops plastering posters, placing her hands squarely on Aisling's shoulders and looking her straight in the eyes.]

"If that sort of stuff starts to happen here, go inside and barricade yourself in a closet until it's over. It's the only chance you'll have."

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

I-I can do that. I'm good at hiding. They won't find me. R-really.

[She's trying to sound confident, but her voice shakes.]

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

"Good."

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Er...I'm Aisling. Who are you?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

Kay Faraday. Nice to meet you, Aisling.

[wolf-faerie.livejournal.com]

Yes...nice to meet you too.