Fox Mulder (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
most_unwanted) wrote2011-03-05 11:13 pm
most_unwanted) wrote2011-03-05 11:13 pm
Entry tags:
- blaming the aliens,
- confusion abounds,
- conspiracy afoot,
- even the toads have conspiracies,
- glorious arrival,
- maybe it's an x-file,
- missing scully,
- not in kansas anymore toto,
- not ruling out aliens,
- not the best vacation package,
- paranoia is my middle name,
- scully would not believe this,
- they call him spooky for a reason,
- truth nao plz!,
- unleash the crazy theories!
[Voice/Action]
[There's a squelching sound of someone falling into a very muddy area. Then that someone curses under his breath, followed by the distinct sound of some very angry toads who he's disturbed. Many of whom also curse along with the general annoyed croaking.]
Hello? Who's there? Who said that? Scully, are you with me? Can you hear me? SCULLY!?!
[There's a pause, and more muddy squelching. And more grumpy voices in the background as Mulder appears to have fallen into a whole clan of toads. He seems to take this in stride though, thinking aloud as he tries to gain his bearings. He picks up the book that's near him and eyes it curiously. It's very out of place here, but he's already drawing his own conclusions.]
Let me guess. I've finally been abducted by aliens. I knew it was a matter of time, but somehow I always assumed the experience would involve less falling face down in the mud, and more probing.
Not that I want any probing, I'll pass on that opportunity.
So now the question is- aside from where the hell are my real clothes- where am I? My theories include afterlife or parallel dimension, maybe a mix of the two with a dash of government-initiated kidnapping thrown in. It's not every day you wake up in someone else's clothes with wings sprouting out of your back for no reason. Wings that hurt like a bitch when I pull on the feathers, I might add.
[Yeah he already tried that. Is it really any surprise he's already tried that?]
So what's going on here? Who's responsible for this? Was I subjected to an experiment of some kind? Kept imprisoned as a test subject and cast off to the wilderness as soon as they were done with me? Is this Russia? It better not be Russia. I didn't have such great accommodations the last time I went there.
[...and is it just him or are ALL of the toads in the area looking ready to gang up on him? He's deciding he's overstaying his welcome here. Time to get moving. In some direction. So Mulder can be found hurrying the rest of the way through the woods and into town. He's covered in mud and followed close behind by a whole bunch of very disgruntled toads.]
Hello? Who's there? Who said that? Scully, are you with me? Can you hear me? SCULLY!?!
[There's a pause, and more muddy squelching. And more grumpy voices in the background as Mulder appears to have fallen into a whole clan of toads. He seems to take this in stride though, thinking aloud as he tries to gain his bearings. He picks up the book that's near him and eyes it curiously. It's very out of place here, but he's already drawing his own conclusions.]
Let me guess. I've finally been abducted by aliens. I knew it was a matter of time, but somehow I always assumed the experience would involve less falling face down in the mud, and more probing.
Not that I want any probing, I'll pass on that opportunity.
So now the question is- aside from where the hell are my real clothes- where am I? My theories include afterlife or parallel dimension, maybe a mix of the two with a dash of government-initiated kidnapping thrown in. It's not every day you wake up in someone else's clothes with wings sprouting out of your back for no reason. Wings that hurt like a bitch when I pull on the feathers, I might add.
[Yeah he already tried that. Is it really any surprise he's already tried that?]
So what's going on here? Who's responsible for this? Was I subjected to an experiment of some kind? Kept imprisoned as a test subject and cast off to the wilderness as soon as they were done with me? Is this Russia? It better not be Russia. I didn't have such great accommodations the last time I went there.
[...and is it just him or are ALL of the toads in the area looking ready to gang up on him? He's deciding he's overstaying his welcome here. Time to get moving. In some direction. So Mulder can be found hurrying the rest of the way through the woods and into town. He's covered in mud and followed close behind by a whole bunch of very disgruntled toads.]
[Action]
I fight with magic, not swords.
[Action]
[Action]
[She says this pretty casually, but then doing any of that is no big deal for her. Besides, though she has no real desire to intimidate newbies, it can't hurt to let them know exactly what she can do if they need protection...or go wild and need to be stopped.]
[Action]
Toads? Now I have to wonder if those talking ones I met were people who've gotten on your bad side.
[Ex-boyfriends, maybe.]
[Action]
The last people I toaded were a pair of over-amorous teens who insisted on sharing their affections in the kitchen. I changed them back at some point, but I don't think there's anyone else I need to return to normal...for now.
[Maybe. She can't help it if there are some major morons in Luceti.]
[Action]
[And he thinks a moment. Speaking of things like kitchens...]
...Where do people live around here, anyway?
[Action]
Anywhere they want that isn't already taken. The community buildings contain most of the people, but groups that want to live together often pick houses. You're also welcome to stay here until you figure that out and otherwise get settled.
[Voice]
[He has a date with a certain barrier in the future, he's thinking.]
[Action]
And if you have any other questions, feel free to ask. Really, I don't mind.
[Action]