Revolution 2.01 - Action/Phone

[ubermensching]

[Something was not right. This was not the home he had previously been in. Wilhelm did not, in fact, even remember falling asleep. His last conscious thought had been to prepare to leave for the Dairy, as everyone else had been doing.

That he found himself waking up in a bed, in a different house in the same town, was not pleasant. Even less pleasant was the discovery that it was now July. Nearly four months. Nearly four months he'd been droned, held utterly will-less by this town, and now? He was awakened again, without any idea as to what had transpired.

Dammit. He simply stared at the calender for a moment, expression never changing, before heading to the kitchen.]

[Action for residents of 841 Hastings Boulevard]

[Feel free to notice Wilhelm casually going through the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, as if he's taking stock of everything in them.

Once in awhile, one of the drawers or cabinets will slowly open without Wilhelm touching it, and it will always be the one Wilhelm will check next.

Feel free to bother him as he goes about this bizarre task.]

[Phone]

I will assume that you have all decided to confess things about your pasts and feelings to one another through the phones based not on a decision of free will, but the towns usual manipulation. That being the case, I will attempt to take comfort in the knowledge that so little can change after being droned for four months.

[No, that is not bitterness in his voice, at all.]

I will also hope that there are those of you here wise enough to realize that actions in the past, while relevant, are not the end all of judging a persons' character. If you had enjoyed the presence of a person before you knew their secrets, should the secrets truly change how you feel about them?

There is also the presence of three people I wish to inquire about. One is a young man who simultaneously calls himself Yeshua or chaos, depending on his mood. The other is a cat, named Nall. Or at least a being that appears to be as such. Finally, I'm curious about the location of a young man named Calleo Crowe.

If you know any of them I would appreciate to know their current situation. Or, if they are listening, I would appreciate hearing from them.

Comments

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Oh, I remember you.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

...The voice is familiar to a point, but not entirely traceable. Might I ask who this is?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

It's me, the Hero King of Uruk.

[ooeeooahah]

What is your interest in those three?

[ Suspicious Woman is Suspicious. ]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Yeshua was a comrade from my home plane, Nall was my pet at my previous house here and thus due my protection, and I simply like Crowe.

[ooeeooahah]

[ The woman's voice is a little less strained and guarded. ]

Oh. I haven't met Yeshua. Nall and Crowe are well.

[ She makes a little annoyed noise. ]

As well as anyone can be here.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Wilhelm?

[Is this someone who came back and *remembered him*?]

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Hello Crowe.

Have you been in good health?

[Sure has Crowe. Lucky you.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I'm, ah, okay. I-I can't believe you're back. You've been droned for ages. A-Ah, I'm afraid chaos has been droned, though...

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

[Oh he knows that voice...His first thought is to groan at the thought of another sorta german sounding telepath, but then he remembers that Wilhelm actually wasn't all that bad. So maybe he's a little glad to hear from you again.]

Hey, I thought you were gone for good

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

It would seem that was the belief held by most people.

And how have you faired, Ken?

[weiss-tank.livejournal.com]

Ah, I've been better, but I gotta say I've been worse too. You've got bad timing, I think the town is pulling something again.

Phone - 1/2

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

I am not a cat! I'm a dragon!

Phone - 2/2

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...Wilhelm?!

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Forgive me. I was uncertain if you would want that knowledge made public.

Hello Nall. How have you been?

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

I am familiar with Crowe-kun, but I'm afraid I can't provide his current location... when I think about it, I should have checked where he lives.

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

I see.

Even telling me he is still here is helpful.

[politerudeness.livejournal.com]

With the unpredictable manner in which people come and go, I suppose it would be unsurprising if he were not...

action

[demonoaths.livejournal.com]

[Hey, new not!dad, hope you like seeing your new not!son not helping out in any way as he passes through the kitchen, his nose in a comic book.]

action

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Well hello there not!son, your not!dad appears fairly apathetic at the moment as well, at least at first. He'll wait a bit before even saying anything as you pass by.]

You wouldn't happen to know where the coffee is kept in here, would you?

action

[demonoaths.livejournal.com]

Don't know, don't care.

[That's his automatic response before he stops in place, backtracks a little and realizes that no, this guy isn't a drone.

On one hand, he's not pleased. How is he supposed to continue his experiments on drones if there aren't any more in the house?! On the other hand, not a drone, so he's okay with it. So long as there's something interesting about him...]

Who are you?

Phone

[ex_seventh238]

Yeshua has been droned for some time now. It's possibly, if not likely, permanent.

Phone

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[A pause. A long one.]

I see.

Thank you for informing me.

action

[withwinter.livejournal.com]

[ Sure, Letty's been noticing. Actually, she's watching him, arms folded and her back resting against a table. She had been making it a habit to sleep in the cold of the basement, though the move of the not!son's laboratory there too was, well... ]

Making sure nothing has gone missing?

action

[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

[Wilhelm simply turns his head to the voice. If he's surprised, he isn't showing it.]

More becoming accustomed to being in a new house. I knew where I kept things in the old one. I suppose having it changed here is a bit of a conundrum.