On going to Mayfield

[manhattan_transplant]

Okay, Mun, I don't know what plan God has for me, but I'm pretty sure this isn't it. I mean, I don't think He would want me to be in a place that puts dangerous things in their milk. They harvest organs there!

I know I'm like Nancy Drew and everything, and I know I've gotten into and out of some pretty wild situations (psycho footballs players is just the tip of the iceberg), but there is no way I'm ready for that level of crazy. I still freak out when I find Budge's underwear on the bathroom floor (ew).

Just, rethink this plan of yours, please? I just solved a murder and stopped my dad from marrying a lunatic. A girl could use a bit of downtime.

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She's okay with that. XD

[manhattan_transplant]

That still involves looking at them.

Yeah, I wouldn't make a very good counselor, either.

... But, um, what other sort of bad stuff happens there? I heard the thing about the milk and kind of just put my head in my pillow and screamed.

Sounds good! XD

[last_to_kneel]

Ha ha! They gotta be pretty nasty if you're that cringey about it.

Accordin' to a friend, there's anything from random fires, riots, some creepy drones that smile no matter what you say or do to them and let's not forget my all time favorite, creepy cops.

If you're caught out past curfew, you're hauled off then it's drone time. Can we say Leave it to Beaver on steroids?

XD

[manhattan_transplant]

[ Ignoring that first comment because Oh goodnes.... ]

Curfew? Great. I only break curfew a couple times a week. Ugh.

[last_to_kneel]

If I can get away with it, I'll break it every day. Mun's doin' up the app and she's bein' sadistic and laughin' this whole time. Too bad we can't send our mun's to be droned...oh wait, work already does that. [smirk]

[manhattan_transplant]

I think my Mun feels bad about it. I'm hoping that the guilt will eat away at her conscious until she finally decides that this is a terrible idea.

[last_to_kneel]

Heh, good luck with that. Mine thinks it's funny sendin' me to a school where the glee club is the best thing since sliced bread. [He visibly rolls his eyes.]

[manhattan_transplant]

... Glee club. What year is it again? [ Clearly, she hasn't been let in on the decade in Mayfield. ]

[last_to_kneel]

1955, I think. I'm not much on calendars but that stood out like a red 'roo among sheep. Bra commercials are done on mannequins and the women wear dresses and heels every day. The billboard should say Welcome to Hell, the happeiest li'l mindfuck on the planet.

[manhattan_transplant]

Oh... Oh no.... [ And then you can have an ear-shattering shriek. ] 1955? B-but they had poodle skirts, and they didn't even have computers, and-

... I should've known when I heard about the milk man.

[last_to_kneel]

[He's trying not to laugh. Really, but it's not working out too well.]

Yeah and blokes like me smoke cigarettes and wear leather jackets. No way in hell am I wearin' a polo shirt or those stupid ass sweaters.

[manhattan_transplant]

[ She groans. ] It's not funny. I just started piecing my life back together. And now... 1955.

[last_to_kneel]

Join the club. I bet there's a line of people sayin' the same thing that're stuck there.

Not that it's really gonna matter much. Why not take that and learn a thing or two about where your parents came from especially when they start those dumb speeches about "when I was your age" crap.

[manhattan_transplant]

Ugh.

Also, this whole being-put-in-families thing? Yeah, it does not sit well with me. I'm still getting used to my stepdad and stepbrothers.

[last_to_kneel]

Can't say that I have that in common. I never knew my parents. I've been used to doin' things on my own so I'm not sure how I'd handle that.

[manhattan_transplant]

I'm adjusting better than I thought I would.

[last_to_kneel]

With your steps? That's ace. Better than bein' stuck with people you can't stand.

[manhattan_transplant]

Yeah, well. [ Annoyed look. ] Sometimes, I still can't stand Budge.

[last_to_kneel]

Chase him with a broom then smack him with it for leavin' his grundgies everywhere!

[He's really trying not to laugh.]

[manhattan_transplant]

You know, I tried that once, and for some reason, it didn't sit right with Mom. [ Shrug. ] I think it'll just do better to tell the world he watches Hannah Montana.

[last_to_kneel]

[A visible wince, a hiss then a bubbling laughter erupts from his snicker.]

Oh that's...I'd hate to be your enemy!

[manhattan_transplant]

[ She smirks. ] For a seventeen year old girl, I have a lot of them. And I don't think any of them are very happy with me.

[ Considering 90% of them are currently in prison because of her.... ]

[last_to_kneel]

[Oh, he's been there, done that except he was caught red-handed in an alley with a pipe.]

Ah, you too.

[His idea of capture was taking his enemy's souls for a madman.]

[manhattan_transplant]

A handful of psycho football players, a jealous nerd, my dad's ex-fiance and her crazy sister, a murdering circus owner...

Are your enemies of the insane variety?

[last_to_kneel]

Yeah, you can say that. Gotta admit though, the psycho football players sound like my kind of bunch I'd like to go toe to toe with. Clowns creep me out. Never liked all that weird paint.

[Yeah, he's not good with clowns especially overly happy male ones.]

[manhattan_transplant]

... Yeah... clowns creep me out, too... [ Ever since she had to be one? Yeah, she's not to keen on them. ]