the displaced; ic

WHO: Eliot Waugh Solo & Ben Waugh-Solo
WHEN: May 11th, early Morning
WHERE: The Physical Cottage
WHAT: Eliot wakes up to strangers. Not so unusual. The unusual is just about everything else, particularly that baby.
TRIGGERS: I can't think of anything

( How fucked up did we get last night? )

Well, I guess we're doing this again. Did I do something that I don't remember again?

I guess I should look on the bright side and just be glad I'm not five years old again.

So, good news: The Roadhouse is still up and running, and I don't foresee any interruption this week, or for however long this goes on for.

Hello, Tumbleweed! It's your lucky day.

You know you've always wanted to play Ask Me Anything with a pint-sized, future superhero who is bored and driving me just a little bit crazy.

I'll start.

What’s your name? “Peter.”

How old are you? “I’m 5.”

What’s your favorite color? “Um, right now it’s red, but it was green.”

What do you want to be when you grow up? “Iron Man.”

How old am I? “Probably like 12.”

How old is Tony? “Like maybe 32.”

How old is Julia? “I don’t even know. 16?”

What's your favorite movie? “Cars.”

If you could invent something what would it be? “Probably like a really cool robot.”

Bless. Your turn.

What's happening? Is magic coming back?

Hello, my friends! This is a fascinating world and seems to be full of wonderful people. I am sad that I don't remember meeting you all and would love to meet you again.

For anyone who doesn't know (or has also forgotten), my name is Rhy Maresh.

ALUCARD MARESH

Shall we explore what fine dining options this world has to offer?

Yes, I am asking you to dinner.

Excuse me while it took me a while to eventually get on the network about my situation. I was taking the time to figure out what the fuck happened in 2031 or happened in 2020, and realized, this is 2020's fault.

Spoiler for the future: nothing changes with the portal.

So in case anyone didn't know. Hi. I'm Abraham Frankenstein. Is anyone here besides my mother any good with a sword? Because this reality sounds exceptionally sad otherwise.

Also someone help me bribe my sister into not glaring at me. I'm suggesting ice cream.

[Sam Winchester]

Please tell me you are normal.

As quaint as this piece of suburbia Texas has been, I think 24 hours has been more than enough of a glimpse for me. Thankfully, not all things have turned to insanity, and multiple doors in my home remain. I'm thinking a nice excursion to LA for a day or two is exactly the reset one needs in this scenario.

If anyone else wishes to escape to civilization, speak now and we'll make acquaintances on the way.