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And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!


{ 949 Beulah Street. Good morning! }

[There are a few things horrifically wrong when she wakes up. For one, the thread count of the comforter rubbing against what little bare skin she claimed was low. So very low. Under 500.

Secondly, and this bothered her more, there was a random man laying sound asleep. In fact, he’s so out of it the quiet sound of breathing was the only thing assuring Cosette that he indeed alive. This was not as comforting as one might think, and looking around at the foreign room her nerves were sadly left frazzled to say the least. She needed to… just, sneak. Get away from her ‘husband’ (though it wasn’t clicking in her head that this stranger was her betrothed). Previous experience had her familiar with competently slinking away; the bedsprings barely giving a groan as she slid from the covers.

There was more wrong with this picture. Her glasses were missing (realized after a fervent search through the nightstand) and what she was wearing was positively garish. A modest girl, Cosette was. Modesty was not a moo moo. Bizarre... She made a worried sound in her throat, lips thinning in to a determined line as she walked toward the bedroom door.

Out in the hallway there were a few modest looking doors closed to her. Fortunately the first one she opened was merely a bathroom and nothing horribly shocking. Flipping on the light switch she peered around and caught a glimmer of something in the mirror out of the corner of her eyes.

She turned.

She came face to face with a sight that she had not seen since she was younger. Her hair, which she considered a masterpiece if she did say so herself – was tightly rolled in to curlers. She hadn’t known all of that hair could still get in to curlers. For a moment she merely gaped at her reflection, taking it all in.

And then she screamed like a woman possessed.

If there’s a tree outside filled with pretty birdies they have taken flight. Coyotes are howling. The bottles of milk waiting on her doorstep unbeknownst to her have shattered, sizzled, and that was that. Clutching at the sink to keep herself steady, she lamented – sadly at the same ear-throbbing pitch]


Mon dieu; I am hideous!

[Cosette needed to find help and find it immediately. The young woman, a bit unconcerned with keeping quiet now, rushed down to the main floor of the house she’d woken up in. The old rotary style phone sitting innocently enough caught her attention and she’s punching in numbers without knowledge of whom she will find.]

{ Hey. Hey. Pick up your phone. }

H-Hello? I … well I apologize for calling whomever you are but I need help. Immediately. [a little firmer] At once.

I am unsure about where I am but this has to be some perverse mistake!

[Why no, she’s so tunnel vision that she hasn’t noticed all of the pictures of her with that guy and two kids because she may begin hyperventilating if she does. As it were, the phone is meeting an unpleasant morning with her vice-like grip.]

Please help me. Is this a joke? Please let it be some foolish joke.

phone

Date: 2011-10-15 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gezellighe.livejournal.com
What's wrong?
Edited Date: 2011-10-15 01:06 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-15 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
I do not know ah... where I am. [sounding every bit as uncertain as she is:] I do not make it a habit to fall asleep in strangers' beds. Unlike some I know... Who is this?

[Yeah don't mind her. Those landlines certainly do mess with voice recognition.]

Date: 2011-10-15 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gezellighe.livejournal.com
[Her voice sounds familiar, but he just can't tell yet. . .]

Netherlands.

Date: 2011-10-15 01:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[That explains the verbose commentary. Frowning, she's doing it.]

...Monaco. [slowly now, nice and steady or you'll pop a vein, princess] What is going on? Where are we? I certainly do not recall signing up for some sort of retreat or whatever this must be.

Date: 2011-10-15 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gezellighe.livejournal.com
[So that's why he recognized it. Monaco. . . cute ]

It doesn't work that way. We're stuck.

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Date: 2011-10-15 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofoz.livejournal.com
I'm afraid it's not.

Date: 2011-10-15 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
Quoi? I mean, what? What do you mean 'it's not'? [obvious deer in headlights is obvious]

Date: 2011-10-15 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofoz.livejournal.com
I was answering your question, of course. This is not a joke. In fact, it might just be the exact opposite of a joke.

Date: 2011-10-15 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
Zut. Ah.. Where are we exactly? How long have you been here?

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Date: 2011-10-15 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com
It's not a mistake or a joke. You're stuck her like the rest of us with no means of escape.

But that's not to say there isn't a way out...I just haven't been able to find one yet.

Date: 2011-10-15 02:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[Well don't you sound assured? Lord, she's used to your kind of man. Sighing, she stared at the carpet - oh God the carpet was hideous, too. So much for collecting her thoughts.]

Excuse me? Monsieur, surely you jest? How can a group of people go to sleep in their beds and wake up in someplace foreign? It makes absolutely no sense.

Date: 2011-10-15 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com
The same way they end up in a different state 'n a different town twenty years into the future. The most popular opinion is everyone was kidnapped after they fell out. But the truth is, no one knows how or why...it just happens.

Oh, 'n speakin' of this place bein' twenty years in the future for me, another popular opinion is this is some kinda alternate dimension of some kind. I kinda almost believe that one with everythin' that's been happenin' here.

Date: 2011-10-15 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[Ginger child, you are hurting her head space. A few times during his explanation she wants to pipe up but she simply manages to look like a fish out of water, brows knitting together every other word or so]

This... is twenty years in the future for you? No no. Who are you?

[Though the 'it just happens' mentality rubbed her in all of the wrong ways.]

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Date: 2011-10-15 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] webfreedomftw.livejournal.com
It's not a joke, unfortunately, Miss. You've been kidnapped, in effect, and you're basically screwed, just like the rest of us. Any specific questions?

Date: 2011-10-15 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
Ah-- [Sort of looks at the tan earpiece before putting it back in place, brow raising]

You sound familiar... [Way to be lame, Monaco. She's under pressure though - and no, it's not simply the tightly coiled curlers doing it.]

Date: 2011-10-16 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] webfreedomftw.livejournal.com
Uh. [So the lady with the hysterics does probably sound familiar for a reason. That's interesting.] Estonia. Republic of.

Date: 2011-10-16 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
Estonia! Oh, there are sensible sorts here. What a relief...

[Pause; realizes he's a bit confused on who she is. Line face.] Monaco. Principality of. [Smirk... not like he can see it.]

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Date: 2011-10-15 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brotherseyes.livejournal.com
Please try to calm down, miss. I can explain everything, but you need to take a deep breath, first. This isn't a mistake.

Date: 2011-10-15 11:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[Monaco was about to take a bit of the quite helpful advice when she looked down at her left hand. Who's to say why she did it other than it being the one thing obstructing her view from the loud pattern of her nightdress. A simple gold band adorned her ring finger.]

I cannot calm down. [lowering her tone to an urgent sounding whisper] Why do I have a wedding band on? I am a lady. I should very well remember something so pertinent!

Date: 2011-10-15 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brotherseyes.livejournal.com
Miss. Please. You have to calm down. I know it's difficult, given the circumstances. But it's hard to talk to someone who's freaking out.

You aren't really married. You aren't going to believe me, but you're wearing a wedding ring because you've been taken to another dimension and the people here want you to pretend to be married to the man living with you. There are other people like you here, though, who know the truth. People like me.

[That never sounds any less crazy any time she says it!]

Date: 2011-10-15 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[Breathing deeply, she did her best because damn it, if there was anything she disliked it was having to have someone talk her down like a crazy woman. She pressed her forehead to palm and grimaced, just shaking her head at all of this]

This happened to you as well? Just... woke up beside a stranger? [a beat] I am not in immediate danger am I? Should I hide?

[eying the stairs now]

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Date: 2011-10-15 10:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scentofbauhinia.livejournal.com
[ It's much too early in the day for this, in his opinion. ]

It's not a joke. [ So helpful, Hong Kong ]
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Date: 2011-10-15 11:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
You wake up in what I was wearing and consider this anything but a joke!

[So very helpful, Hong Kong. :T]

Date: 2011-10-16 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scentofbauhinia.livejournal.com
Well, if I had been wearing exactly what you were wearing I would have to like, start looking very carefully at my life choices.

But the pyjamas I had were pretty horrible too, yeah.

Date: 2011-10-16 11:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] filledechance.livejournal.com
[You get a tiny lip twitch at that. Woman's still a spazz. Looking down, she sighed.] I am reconsidering my life choices as of five minutes ago, non?

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