noluckduck | 001 ❖ First impressions go both ways, dear (Dated to this morning)

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[Rise and shine, Ms. Clover. Rise and shine. Here comes another fantastic day of making sure your best friend doesn't get dragged off into trouble by magical dickheads with definitely ulterior motives.

Wait.]

Hang on one fucking second--

[She shoots up. Definitely not her room - it's too flowery. And speaking of flowers...] Effy? You there? Hello?! [She's looking left and right, but no, no signs of anything familiar anywhere at all. Just pictures of...]

... Who the hell are these people? [And her legs are strangely cold. Wait, is she wearing...] Is this a fucking nightgown?!

[Phone]

Shit, I bet this retro piece of crap doesn't even work, does it? Callin' 911, I've been kidnapped by some douchebag! What's that? You can't do a thing because he's inexplicably above the law? WHOOP-DE-FUCKIN'-DOO. I know you're hearin' me, you ass, and I'm bettin' you're a sick enough fuck to burn some money on a Saw re-enactment! I'm not gonna play yer games!

[... If she's wrong and that guy has nothing to do with this, well, this call might get awkward. If there's even anyone to hear it. Wait, what if...?]

... Effy, if y'heard any of that... Cool, you're here. I'm gonna get out of here - well, the doors don't look locked or anythin', but you just know they are, so gimme a sec to bust out. Let's meet up by... uh...

[She takes a moment to look out the window.]

... Crap, all these houses look the same, don't they? Just try to tell me where you are for now. I'll be... lookin' for someone to beat up, I guess.

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[It's a good job he's desensitised to most curses by now... Have a child's voice back.]

Excuse me, miss? Not to interrupt, but I think there's some things you should know.

What-- Who's that?

My name is Cain Knightlord, I'm trapped here just like you are.

Just take some deep breaths, miss.

The hell kind of name is-- Trapped?!

Deep breaths?! Fuck no, I-- Wait, how old are ya?

[That... was a few too many questions to answer in one go, so he settles for the last one.]

I just turned ten, miss.

Oh. Uh... Don't go sayin' these words, alright?

[Okay, that actually makes him laugh out loud.]

You mean 'fuck'?

Aww, crap. Ya better tell your parents ya didn't learn it from me!

Don't worry, I learned those words a long time ago now.

So... do you have any questions about this place?

[... She still wouldn't feel quite right swearing like a sailor at a little kid, so she'll do her best to keep it down.]

Hell yeah I do. What is this place?

It's called Mayfield, it's supposed to be a town in 1950s America.

Nobody knows quite how we got here or how to get out, but we won't give up until we find a way.

... Well, they've got the look down pat.

Wait, what?! Whaddya mean?

I know it might be hard to take in, and I'm really sorry. But that's the truth... this town seems to be magical in some way.

Oh, that's fuckin' great. I mean-- Argh.

... Hey. I got another question.

[He just giggles, poor Clover.]

Ask away.

Stop laughin'. [Oh, how she'd tell you off if you weren't barely ten years old.]

You seen this girl around? She, uh... Little young than me, darker skin, ponytail, oversized glasses, kinda dorky-lookin'?

Well... how old are you?

[He doesn't know if he's trying to think of someone ten or thirty.]

Ah, yeah, sorry 'bout that. I'm 15.

I don't think I've seen anyone matching that description, sorry Miss.

It's possible she isn't here.

What? But-- But she's gotta be!

And don't call me miss, alright? The name's Clover.

[He sounds genuinely sympathetic.]

I'm sorry, Clover, sometimes people we know are still back home.

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... Well, fuck.

I'm really sorry.

... Right, so how do I get outta here?

[Yyyeah, she's ignoring what Cain said earlier.]

I'm sorry, Clover, there is no way out.

Yet.

I'll find a way, dammit!

That's the spirit!

If we work together, we'll find a way home.

... Say. How many people are here, anyway?

Hundreds and hundreds.

So how come no one's found a way out yet?

--I don't know. But that doesn't mean we'll give up.

... Right.

Cain, right? I'll keep ya in mind.

You can call me if you want anything, Clover, I'll do my best to help.

[This certainly doesn't sound squeaky enough to be her droned daughter, so it's not a frying pan Hungary takes along to check on the newcomer, but a concerned expression.]

...Are you alright?

[OH WHAT.]

Am I alright? Who the hell are ya?!

That's not very nice, now, although I understand you may be confused.

I've been living here for the past year or so, and you're the latest addition to this family.

W... What?! Did ya bring me here?

Oh, I wouldn't!

I've been brought here against my will.

... Tell me what's goin' on. Now.

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