1st Joke: It is not funny anymore [ Action | Call | Intro ]

[xochipilli_cursed]

[[Aaron always thought waking up in the morning, or afternoon, was the worse part of the day. From there it can only go down hill.

It's good that some things never change.

Aaron wakes up and stretches, trying to cling to that last dream he had, hoping that a good one could ride him through his day. Taking a moment, then looking around the room to finally realize that this isn't his room. He freezes, listening for sounds of other people and having a brief panicked moment where every bad situation floods through his head.

Slowly crawling out of bed. Oh god, these were not the clothes he fell asleep in. Picking up the old phone and slowly making his way to the window dialing 0 hoping to get the police.

Whispering into the phone as he looks out on the town, making a call to the entire town by accident.]]

"Hello? Police? I think I've been kidnapped and I don't know where I am. My name is Aaron Taylor. Please someone answer."

[[Welcome the newest member to 1251 Williams Road. If you are in the home feel free to harass the young man crouched down by the window, peering over the sill out at the street. Aaron has not met his lovely new family or really paid attention to the photo's yet. One freak out at a time.]]

Comments

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Hello? Suspicious? Well..."

[[He was almost surprised enough to not notice the voice. Almost.]]

"... Whoever this is, please put your mom or dad on the phone I think I am in real trouble here."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Aww, man. That's no fun.]

I don't have any. Not real ones, anyway. But you sure are! No need to whisper, though, we're all kidnapped here.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Wait, what? Are you all right? Who took us?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

No one's really alright here, but we survive. . . . Actually, we don't sometimes but we come back to life anyway. The people who took us are . . . well, the police! 'Cept he's not really a policeman, he's just a fat old man who calls himself one.

[Palom is so bad at explaining things.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"..."

[A few long breaths.]

"What?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

What what?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"So a fat guy pretending to be a police officer kidnaps people, and sometimes kills them?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Pretty much. Sorta. Kinda.

So the fat guy pretending to be a police officer works for the real bad guy, but none of us know who it really is. There's another guy who's s'pposed to be the Mayor or somethin', but he's not any better. The fat guy -- his name is Grady -- punishes us when we do things he doesn't like and sometimes that involves killing. Usually, though, we die because the town goes all magicky and weird stuff happens.

Like a few days ago. We all got turkeys for some holiday and some of them were poisoned or full of spiders or stuff and some people got killed.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"..."

"I think I am going to hang out now and go hide in the closet."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that'd be a good idea but sometimes they come in your house and chop off your head with axes.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"What!? Can this phone call the FBI or something? We need to get help."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Palom is somewhat obviously enjoying this.]

Oh, yeah. The other thing is that we're all from different universes and I've never heard of an FBI. Also the universe this town is in has nothing but this town in it.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Universes? Look, I am Aaron. Aaron Taylor. Please tell someone to call for help."

[[Someone wasn't buying it.]]

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Just go ahead and try to leave. No one will stop you, but you won't get anywhere.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Really? No one will stop me?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Nope. Cause all the people who would care know it's useless.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"You mean the kidnappers?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Right. It doesn't matter if there's anything outside the town, anyway, since it all loops.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Loops?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Don't be so lazy and just go try it.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Try escaping? Sure. I think I can make it, I mean so long as I don't stay on the road."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Stay on the road. It's fine. It'll be harder for you to get lost that way.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"I think I will stay in sight of it. I don't know if I trust you enough to stay in the open though."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Well, do whatever you want then. I don't really care that much.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"You don't seem all that worried about this kid."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

I'm not. If I'm gonna worry all the time, then I might as well just give up and sleep all day and wait for the town to go crazy.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it already crazy?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

No. It's alright when nothing's trying to kill you.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Does that happen often?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Every few months or so.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Is there any place safe?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'cause they'd definitely install a shelter in the helltown they created.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Why don't we build one?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

. . . Is there something about all-powerful dimension-hopping people-snatching psychos you're not understanding?

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Um... yes."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Here's the deal. If they want to hurt you, there's nowhere you can hide.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Then, what do we do?"

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Do whatever you want.

[pants-yourmove.livejournal.com]

"I will try."