001- [phone] This is the worst intro ever....

[headfullofempty]

[He's been listening to the phones all week, trying to figure out what's going on. After a lot of careful thought he still has absolutely no idea.]

Sooo.... there were too many people here and the power went out, but then the people were gone. Except then they were back but those were fakes. Only not really 'cause it was a trick.

And then no one was missing anyway, but then they were all fakes again and now they have to die, so that Santa guy'll return the real thing. That's how this works right?

......Sure is a weird holiday.

[He is just.... so confused right now.]

And you guys do this every year?

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[noluckduck]

... Ya have some o' the details mixed up there, man.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Which ones? This holiday is really confusing...

[noluckduck]

Well, there sure as hell isn't any killin'. And Santa's not an evil psycho. At least, as long as you ain't in a shitty horror movie, which, hell, I guess we might just be.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

So if you don't kill them, what are you supposed to do with the fakes?

[noluckduck]

The fakes ain't a Christmas thing either!

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

Told you this place is terrible. Don't waste brain power tryin' to understand it.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Then you guys have fakes runnin' around all the time? Doesn't that get confusing?

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Hi Boss!

I don't think this place is all that bad. Last time we were exiled, there was a lot less to work with.

[Because, from his perspective, being sent to Mayfield is a lot like being suddenly dropped on a dead planet and told to survive. Except Mayfield comes with a pre- existing town.]

[noluckduck]

Look, the fakes... The fakes just ain't a normal thing, okay?

[made-this-town.livejournal.com]

Yeah but there also wasn't a bunch of coppers tellin' us what we can and can't do. Ain't no freedom here, Deuce. You can't even stab a guy without some asshole getting on your case.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Wow, Boss. Makes you wonder what the world is comin' to...

[A world where Slick can't just stab people with abandon is somehow a sad place for Deuce.]

Too bad you ain't runnin' this town. You'd show 'em how it's done.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

They're not?

Then what is a part of this holiday?

[noluckduck]

Depends on who ya ask.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

.........

Wasn't I asking you?

[This conversation. It is so confusing.]

[noluckduck]

... Manner of speech, lil' fella.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Oh....


What were we talking about, again?

[noluckduck]

... Christmas, I guess. You an alien too?

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

I think I might be....


Where are you from?

[Yeah, he's done with that conversation.]

[noluckduck]

[Fine by her.] Planet Earth. Ever heard of it?

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Hmm... nope.

I'm from a place called Derse.

[noluckduck]

Never heard o' that, either.

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

That's okay. I think it's gone now.

[noluckduck]

And you're... cool with that?

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Well... I haven't seen the place since I was exiled. And I actually liked the planet we went to a lot better.

Er.... after the Boss fixed the place up, anyway.

[noluckduck]

Exiled? What for?

[admiresclocks.livejournal.com]

Hmm... it might of been because we defied the Queen. But she wound up an exile too...

So....I dunno.