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Quest One: Not this place again

[Mae walks up in a bed. That alone is enough to set off alarm bells. She remembers very distinctly going to sleep last night, leaning against a half destroyed wall with a dog next to her. And considering how...well non destroyed the room was looking....

She very quickly snuck out of bed and started to look around the house. Grabbing a baseball bat from the small boy's room as she went. Never hurt to have a weapon when you've been kidnapped. She looks outside.

......well this wasn't good. She quickly goes back inside and get's dressed, interogates some drones and locates the phone.]

Dr. Braun, if you're there. We need to talk because I'm pretty sure being back in this place is impossible considering everyone died last time.

[And with that she hangs up. She's sure if he is behind this...and who else would be? It's just like last time...though she admits it's ...different and slightly more impossible...that if he was behind it, he'd be calling back to gloat at any moment. Until then.

Mayfield there is a woman wandering around carrying a baseball bat like a weapon. You can find her.

A. On her lawn examining the grass, or her arm. They...feel more real then the simulation. But there's also colour here, so maybe it's just a tech upgrade.

B. Going through your mailbox or garbage can. Hey, who knows what valuables you might have thrown away....like this bottle cap, score!

C. Interrogating young drone girls at the playground. Seriously, which one of you is in charge here?

D. Looking through windows of peoples houses to see if they're abandoned. Aka: where the hell is the failsafe to this place]

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[ Sorry, but Ilsa's a compulsive recycler; there's not much in the can. ]

Can I help you?

[ Her smile is a little cautious, and she has a basket of kitchen scraps that she's taking to the compost heap. ]

[Damn it. Caught again. Apparently she's getting rusty with this.]

Oh...um....sorry. I thought just drones lived here.

[Drones are alright to steal from right?]

[ Ilsa headtilts. She recognizes scavenging behavior. ]

What do you need, hon? I keep the recycling in the garage. Even if there's no program here, I can't seem to just throw things out. Let me toss this in the compost and see what we can get for you.

[ Ilsa picks up the turning fork from the tool shed and makes quick work of turning the pile, chatting as she finishes up. ]

I haven't seen you around, did you just get here?

[Oh good, she understood.]

Just thought I'd do a general search to get my supplies up. Running low on bobby pins.

They don't use bottle caps for money here do they?

[Because she's been collecting quite a few so far before she realized it might not be the currency.]

No, the currency is roughly based on mid-20th century American standards, but I doubt it's following the market values exactly. The kids might be using them for trading, but I'm not plugged into the culture for that.

[ She finishes up and puts the fork away in the tool shed. ]

Come inside, we'll have some coffee and catch you up to speed on things.

Oh.

[Pre-war money then. Drats.]

Sure...

[Follows her in. Going to keep her baseball bat with her though.]

I'm Ilsa. How long have you been here?

[ Ilsa washes up and serves coffee, putting the sugar and cream on the table. ]

The cream is from the store, not the milkman. That's one of the things that made me worry, my first week here.

[ Normally, she takes it black with no sugar, but for her visitor's peace of mind, she'll take both cream and sugar. ]

I woke up here this morning.

[Looking at it. Coffee?]

Is that....Nuka-Cola?

Oh, not cola. I haven't picked up any sodas this week.

[ Ilsa fumbles to explain s staple to her life. ]

Coffee is imported from South America, at it is least in this timeline. The seeds of the plant are roasted and ground, then brewed with hot water. I also have iced tea in the fridge, if you'd prefer something cold?

Oh. I've heard of that.

I'll have water if you have any.

[ Ilsa nods, and brings a glass to the table. Also, there are a few sheets of paper in her hand. ]

I'm guessing that you haven't gotten the paperwork on the town yet.

No. Do I have to fill something out to live here?

Because I'd rather just go home. I was kinda in the middle of something.

[ Ilsa gives a slight twitch at the "fill something out" part, but she shakes her head. ]

We all were, in one way or another. No, this is the information that the ones who have been here the longest have put together. What has happened in the town, and a little of what has been tried so far.

[ She spreads out the pamphlet from Dist the Rose and the map of key locations around town. Then Ilsa is struck by a thought. ]

Oh, wait - language hasn't drifted too far for you to read the local language has it?

....English? What?

[ Ilsa shrugs, ] There's people here from all over time and space, and sometimes the town doesn't give them all the tools they need.

[ She spreads out the map, and points out their current location with a first aid cross. ]

We're here. If you can't get to the hospital or church when you're hurt, one of us can likely help, if it's to be done. I've got trauma treatment experience, and Hakkai is a healer. The kids are getting some first aid training when I can catch them.

[ She marks the map in a few more spots, with the locations of the other healers on the list of medical practitioners. ]

There's other healers in town, at these locations. The pamphlet is by Dist the Rose, with the known history of the town. He works at the Library, if want to get more details from him. He'll likely want to know the history from your world, too.

Okay.

Um, thanks.

I'm sorry - I do tend to be a bit overwhelming, but a lot of this is the stuff I found out my first week.

Do you remember the address of the house you woke up in?

The one next to this. 1489.

Good. That's your assigned bivouac. The powers that be will expect you to sleep there most of the time.

[ Ilsa shrugs, ] I've rattled on at you enough, but I suspect I've left things out. Ask, and if I don't know the answer, I'll try to help you find out who does.

My biv-what now?

Your house. I won't say home, because that's where each of us were taken from.

[ She stops herself from babbling on by drinking more coffee. ]

Oh, right.

Actually I was pretty far away from home when I got snatched up.

[Taking a gulp of water.]

So....no one knows how we were brought here?

Not yet. That's one of the things the think tank is working on. So far, I've only been able to evaluate the drone behaviors. But I've been here two months.

[ Ilsa finally twigged on her visitor's address. ]

Wait, they assigned you to Carter's house? I am sorry.

.....

Why are you sorry?

You could have done worse, that's true, but - the few times I've talked to him have been more entertaining than educational. He gives off the guardian vibe, but....

[ She shrugs apologetically, ] He's a nice enough guy, just not all there, it seems.

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