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[Scout never gets much sleep. Between late-night recon missions for BLU and all those energy drinks, he's usually on the run 24/7, it seems. Not that he minds; giving those REDs hell is WAY more fun than sleeping.

Deciding that a nap was needed after a successful grab of RED intelligence, Scout turns in at the BLU barracks and flops down on a cot. Maybe he can catch an hour or two...

Suddenly, he's feeling much more comfortable. He doesn't remember the cots being being so warm and cozy before! He rolled over to check the clock: 6:58AM. He could probably get away with sleeping for a few more...

Wait a sec. The BLU bunker doesn't
have an alarm clock.

He shoots up in bed. This place is completely unfamiliar. Combat instincts kick in immediately, and Scout is up on his feet like a shot.

...or at least he
should be. Instead of his usual precision moves, Scout gets tangled in his sheets and falls flat on his face, making a lot of noise and letting out a few expletives for good measure. THAT has never happened before.

What the freakin' HELL, he thinks. Scout's eye catches a portrait on the wall. This is only getting weirder by the second. There's a lovely black & white photo of him posing with his arm around a pretty young lady about his age, and two teenage girls. They're all smiling. It's like some kind of family portrait, but Scout has never seen these women in his life.

This ain't right. What the frick is goin' on?! Scout spies a phone on an end table. Who should he call? The cops? No thanks. He picks up the receiver...

[your voice mail is greeted with a loud, angry Bostonian early in the morning!]

Ok, this BETTER be some kind of joke, or I swear ta god ... someone's skull WILL be batted in for this!

I wake up in some house makin' it look like I shoulda been living here with some broads? I don't even know these people! An' who took all my clothes and stuff? Did someone strip me or somethin'? Are these... are these golf pants I'm wearing?! OK THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT FUNNY. [fumbling noises are heard in the background] And where the hell is my hat?!

I just... I... someone better explain ta me what is goin' on, or I SWEAR I will start bustin' tha heads of everyone I see until I figure out who pulled this shit! [phone is slammed down]

Date: 2010-02-11 02:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Your name is "I"? What the heck kinda name is that? Well anyway. What are we doin' in this portrait together? I'm pretty damn sure I've never even met you.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
Ai. A-I

[Looks over at the picture, then back]

The town. It does things like this.



Date: 2010-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[flat look] What? The TOWN? [Looks out the window at the idyllic neighborhood] What town is this? I don't recognize it. How does a TOWN do somethin' like this?!

Date: 2010-02-11 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
It's Mayfield. We were all kidnapped and brought here.

It is impossible to leave.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
..........WHAT. "Impossible to leave?!" "Kidnapped?" That... no THAT is impossible. I don't know what kinda nonsense this is, but I gotta job to get back to, pally. I can't sit around here playing big brother to a fake family or whatever.

You don't have something to do with this, do ya? Cuz if I find these kidnappers, heads are gonna freakin' roll! [Scout starts rummaging around, looking for his baseball bat.]

Date: 2010-02-11 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
No, I have been taken from my duties as well.

[She's curious]

If you are looking for your belongings they were taken as well.

Date: 2010-02-11 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[Scout's hand reflexively reaches to his head, to a hat that's not there] You're serious. Aw jeez. Aw JEEZ. Well you got more of a clue than me, it seems. Why are we in this house together? Who are these other broads? [points to the portrait]

Date: 2010-02-11 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
They are trapped here as well. The town wishes us to act as a family and people will believe you have lived here your entire life.

Date: 2010-02-11 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
That doesn't even make sense. Why would the town WANT that?!

Date: 2010-02-11 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
No one knows.

....

It also enjoys making strange thigs happen at least once a month.

Date: 2010-02-11 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
This is absolutely nuts. Are you SURE no one gets out of here? I bet they're just not tryin' hard enough. I'll be damned if I am just gonna sit around here.

Date: 2010-02-11 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
We have been trying. If you do anything to agravate the town, they will brainwash you and make you believe you are a drone.

Date: 2010-02-11 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
They BRAINWASH you?! Holy freakin' crap. So I guess it ain't that easy, huh? Well I'LL find a way out, believe-you-me. But first things first, I need my stuff back.

Date: 2010-02-11 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
Yes.

Sometimes they return things to you. We don't know why....or when.

Date: 2010-02-11 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
So I just gotta sit around and play nicey-nice until they give me my stuff back? [smirk] Yeah, RIGHT. I ain't got time for that.

Date: 2010-02-11 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
Then you will be brainwashed.

[fake father you are intersting indeed]

Date: 2010-02-11 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Then what do yo DO here? Do you just sit around and play nice with all the other kidnappees?

Date: 2010-02-12 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
That's RIGHT! I like that answer! And as a matter a' fact I'm comin' up with some plans right now to break outta this freaksville! [mischievous grun]

Date: 2010-02-12 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
YEAH, really! I got my buddy Engie in on this, and I KNOW he'll come up wit' somethin' good. I'm goin' investigatin' sometime soon. Maybe tomorrow night. Whattaya say? Interested?

Date: 2010-02-12 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
[Tilts her head to the side]

I am.
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
[big smiles!] Atta girl! <[hefty shoulder pat] OK, look, from what I've been hearin', it seems that there's only like, drones or somethin' walking around here mostly, and that there ain't anything really keepin' us IN, ya get me? There ain't any guards, or walls, none of that stuff! So I wanna head out, double check on this, and then, if the coast is clear, just... leave! I mean, it's not like anyone is holding us here now, right? I'm hopin' Engie'll work on one of his teleporters, and maybe we can get somma the folks who are stuck here out too. Whattaya think?

Oh Scout....

Date: 2010-02-12 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com
You are going to the edge of town?

Re: Oh Scout....

Date: 2010-02-13 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freakinblur.livejournal.com
Yup! Like I said, if there's no guards or walls or anythin' like that... I mean my guess is there's SOMETHIN' freaky, but I wanna go check it all out and see if we can break out of here. They don't call me Scout for nothin'!

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