1st Broken Illusion
Aug. 12th, 2011 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ Action : 840 Hastings Blvd : Housemates (and guests?) ]
[ There are a lot of ways to play pranks on Touma, but this was going too far. He spent the day searching the entire house for hidden cameras, or microphones, or some kind of clues that he was on a game show of some time. You know the sort -- Let's Hide While We Confuse This Poor Sap Into Thinking His Life Has Changed, or something like that. It started with his clothes and his room, then was coupled with the "family" pictures he was greeted by when he went downstairs and checked the shelves. ]
They can't fool me. [ Touma grumbled to himself, locked in "his" room in the strange house. ] I might not remember my family, but I know that's not my mom and dad. [ Do I even have a sister? He recalls the photos from home, tucked away in an album. It was about all he had, since they rarely wrote or called, but it was enough to convince him of this truth. Not to mention all his school records and books had his name written on them, and that was Kamijou Touma not the name that was written on the notebook found in his drawer here.
Hell, he even knows this isn't the kind of homework he should be working on. Where are the theories and practices of precognition? Where is his English work? The sign-up sheet for the festival coming up in a short while?
Everything was wrong and someone was going through a lot of effort to make him believe things were supposed to be like this. Was this a test of some kind? Was he having a weird vivid dream? If so, he should be able to hit himself or wake up or something! ] This is too weird.
[ Giving up for now, he sighs and collapses onto the bed, a hand over his eyes. ] Just my luck...
[ After a few minutes of that, Touma gets up and meanders out into the hall. One thing he knew for sure, whatever was happening, he was hungry, and if it looked like he belonged her, at least that means he should be able to raid th fridge. ]
[ Action : Outside ]
[ Sticking near the rows of houses, Touma wandered around with his hands in his pockets. Most of the buildings all looked the same, but weren't nearly modern enough to have anything to do with Academy City. If he's lucky (hah!), walking down the road far enough will lead him to some kind of main road or border. Maybe he can figure out where exactly he is and how he can get out of here.
That is, if he watches where he's going and doesn't bump into anyone first. ]
[ There are a lot of ways to play pranks on Touma, but this was going too far. He spent the day searching the entire house for hidden cameras, or microphones, or some kind of clues that he was on a game show of some time. You know the sort -- Let's Hide While We Confuse This Poor Sap Into Thinking His Life Has Changed, or something like that. It started with his clothes and his room, then was coupled with the "family" pictures he was greeted by when he went downstairs and checked the shelves. ]
They can't fool me. [ Touma grumbled to himself, locked in "his" room in the strange house. ] I might not remember my family, but I know that's not my mom and dad. [ Do I even have a sister? He recalls the photos from home, tucked away in an album. It was about all he had, since they rarely wrote or called, but it was enough to convince him of this truth. Not to mention all his school records and books had his name written on them, and that was Kamijou Touma not the name that was written on the notebook found in his drawer here.
Hell, he even knows this isn't the kind of homework he should be working on. Where are the theories and practices of precognition? Where is his English work? The sign-up sheet for the festival coming up in a short while?
Everything was wrong and someone was going through a lot of effort to make him believe things were supposed to be like this. Was this a test of some kind? Was he having a weird vivid dream? If so, he should be able to hit himself or wake up or something! ] This is too weird.
[ Giving up for now, he sighs and collapses onto the bed, a hand over his eyes. ] Just my luck...
[ After a few minutes of that, Touma gets up and meanders out into the hall. One thing he knew for sure, whatever was happening, he was hungry, and if it looked like he belonged her, at least that means he should be able to raid th fridge. ]
[ Action : Outside ]
[ Sticking near the rows of houses, Touma wandered around with his hands in his pockets. Most of the buildings all looked the same, but weren't nearly modern enough to have anything to do with Academy City. If he's lucky (hah!), walking down the road far enough will lead him to some kind of main road or border. Maybe he can figure out where exactly he is and how he can get out of here.
That is, if he watches where he's going and doesn't bump into anyone first. ]
Re: [outside]
Date: 2011-08-13 09:32 pm (UTC)Hey, excuse me but... [ Putting on his best "lost tourist" face, Touma approaches the stranger, thinking she looks little out of place from the other, cheerful people he's met so far. ] Do you know where this road goes?
[outside]
Date: 2011-08-13 09:35 pm (UTC)[ Oh, that look. ]
Did you just wake up here or something?
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Date: 2011-08-13 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-13 09:59 pm (UTC)[ Glancing around at the street she was on. She really hadn't been paying any attention, a small frown forming on her face. ]
Geez, I normally don't talk to new people face-to-face.
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Date: 2011-08-13 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-14 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-14 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-14 03:25 am (UTC).. Really outdated too.
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Date: 2011-08-14 04:04 am (UTC)--what do you mean "outdated"?
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Date: 2011-08-16 08:35 pm (UTC)[ A dismissive shrug of her shoulders. ]
1950-ish. 1959 I think is the designated year, but we'll see come New Years.
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Date: 2011-08-16 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-16 08:42 pm (UTC)[ Don't answer that. ]
No one really signed up to come to this stupid place. We were all brought here against our will. Well, most of us at least. I'm sure there's some idiot who loves it here.
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Date: 2011-08-16 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-08-16 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-16 08:53 pm (UTC)[ Peering towards him as both of her hands go to her hips. ]
You following me still?
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Date: 2011-08-16 08:57 pm (UTC)All with those way-too-enthusiastic smiles. Sent a shiver down his spine just looking at them. ]
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Date: 2011-08-16 09:10 pm (UTC)That's right. It can happen to ordinary people without cause too. I was following all of the rules to my knowledge and recently had it happen.. only once in-[ A brief pause with a quiet hum as she thinks. ]-six months. Geez, I can't believe I've been here for half a year. What a waste of time.
[ Oh, that's right. She's giving him the run down. ]
What else is there? Oh, the milk. How can I forget about that stupid crap? The milk in the stores is fine, but the stuff that crazy guy delivers? Don't drink it. In fact, try to stay away from him too. He's sort of crazy and is capable of defying logic in this place.
[ Never forget the Milkman Mecha :| ]
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Date: 2011-08-17 12:13 am (UTC)What kind of rules? Who's in charge, anyhow?
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Date: 2011-08-17 12:52 am (UTC)Or don't trust her. It isn't like she told you that or anything to be helpful. ]
The ones I'm going through with you geez. What other rules would I be talking about? There's some idiot with an information pamphlet in the library if you want the full specifics.
In charge? I was told that little girl. Lucy Smith.
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Date: 2011-08-17 01:07 am (UTC)A girl? That's it?
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Date: 2011-08-17 01:13 am (UTC)[ With Archer gone, I have no one who knows what's harmful and what's not. ]
-I'm pretty bored these days.
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Date: 2011-08-17 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-17 01:16 am (UTC)The irony here is that Touma was bored in Marina after one month. (LOL)
Date: 2011-08-17 01:19 am (UTC)And until I figure out how to get to this Lucy Smith, I'm stuck here in this repetitive, boring, historically-themed town? [ A groan. ] Who writes this stuff?
Oh geez. HE WILL SOON SEE FOR HIMSELF (rofl)
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