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Waking Up With A Stranger (Closed)

Who:  Mr. and Mrs. Masters (Cade Masters and Jenny Sparks)
What:  Cade and Jenny wake up in a strange bed (in a strange house) with some serious misconceptions about the other's intentions
Where:  305 Miller Street
When:  Right before main community intros. (Will edit this as necessary).
Warnings: Probably some foul language from Jenny

[The morning starts peacefully enough at 305 Miller Street. Birds chirp cheerfully on the branches of the Carolina Ash in the front yard, the sun shines gently in through the bedroom window, and, most importantly, Cade and Jenny have not yet woken up.

Cade is the first to wake up. Groggy, and recovering from a night of heavy drinking, Cade's usual obliviousness is amplified ten-fold, so he does not immediately recognize that anything is wrong. He first notices his strange, flannel pajamas, but shrugs it off as he sits up in bed; it isn't the first time that he's woken up wearing unfamiliar clothes. He then notices the attractive blonde stranger sleeping next to him - again, not a first. However, the fuzzy pink nightgown she's wearing does cause Cade to take a double-take, as the realization of the strangeness starts to work its way through the thickness that surrounds Cade's head. In all his travels, he's never seen clothes like these. As he blinks his bleary eyes a few more times and his vision clears, he realizes he doesn't know where he is at all. While this too is not unusual, the foreign furniture and decorations does make Cade wonder if he somehow wound up in another country...

The blonde woman begins to stir. Maybe she can shed some light on things. Cade tries his best to put on a charming smile and tone of voice.]

"Well, good morning, Beautiful."

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The piercing tones of the man beside her rang through Jenny's ears like a low annoying whine. The voice wasn't familiar and that was the first thing that seemed wrong. No, there was something even more strange about all this. Her body was aching from brain to bones as she slowly opened her eyes to peer at the stranger beside her.

"Who the hell are you?" She growled out as she pushed herself carefully into a sitting position. That was when the bigger problem hit her. Jenny Sparks was dead. Her eyes widened for a moment at the realization before she pushed the rest of the way out of the bed, ignoring the argument from her entire body. She pulled the curtain back and looked outside. "Where the hell is this?"

[Cade seems unperturbed by her hostile tone. He himself was not entirely thrilled the first time he woke up from a one-night-stand and remembered nothing. Of course, such things had become a bit more common place for him these days...]

[Cade stretches and scratches himself. As he calmly speaks, a hint of what sounds like a mild Irish accent can be heard in his voice.]

"I am the magnificent Cade Masters, of course!"
"...as for where we are, I was hoping you could tell me. You have a Caisleain accent. Did I somehow end up in Caisleain?"

((OOC: Cade's world is very similar to our Earth, with the country of Athair having much in common with Ireland, and the country of Caisleain having much in common with England. As such, people from those countries in Cade's world have accents that sound just like Irish or British accents on ours.))

Edited 2012-04-12 06:21 (UTC)

Jenny looked back at the man, Cade, as if he had grown three heads. Clearly the bloke had some sort of mental deficiency ... unless she was on an alternate Earth. Dammit, this had better not be an alternate Earth!

By the time she finally spoke again she'd already started sifting through drawers. Skirts, more skirts, gloves .... Finally she found a pair of wide legged trousers. She paused as she pulled them out and started to pull them on. She knew this style of dress, she was almost certain of it. She finished pulling on the trousers and made her way to the closet. Dresses. All calf length and slip pocket with a kerchief inside. "British, the accent's British. What year is it kid?"

[Cade takes a moment to answer. He had enjoyed the view of you standing in front of the bright window in the thin nightie, and it takes his mind a moment to shift gears.]

"Uh? Year? It's... uh... the year of Veritas, 1528... last time I checked. Wow, usually I'm the one asking. How much did you drink last night?"

"Nothing. I died." The words were matter of fact. She pulled one of the dresses out and tossed it onto the bed. "Do you know what this is?"

She crossed back over to the drawers and searched through till she found a pack of Lucky Strikes and a lighter. They weren't her usual brand but they'd have to do. The bastards should have known they were bringing a Brit here and accommodated. After lighting one she pocketed the rest.

[Cade scratches his head. He is finally starting to get a little worried.]

"Oh, well I did hear those resurrection spells give quite the hangover. Never been on the receiving end, though."

[He looks at the dress as if it is a trick question.]

"Uhm, I think its a dress... Not familiar with the fashion, though, and I've been all over Europa..."

Edited 2012-04-12 07:02 (UTC)

"Roughly it's a nineteen forties or fifties style dress. American if the change on the dresser says anything." This time she dug out a shirt and bra, not even worrying that Cade was there while she changed into it. She tossed the bloody night gown onto the ground. Anything that hideous would be burned later. After that she leaned against the dresser and took a long drag of her cigarette.

"Now, assuming that when you say resurrection spells you're talking about magic, where are you from? Be as detailed as you can. This is important."

[Cade's expression is a bit dopey. He is hungover and a bit confused, and not used to being bossed around.]

"American? What's that?"

[Cade seems unsure for a moment, then gathers his composure. He has appearances to keep up, after all.]

"I am Cade Masters, Paladin of Idamra, and I have traveled all over Europa! From my birthplace in Athair, to the metropolises of Caisleain..."

[Cade starts to get a bit dramatic, his hands drawing shapes in the air to add emphasis to his words.]

"I have tangoed all over Lajuria (wooing many a senorita, I may add), I have fought valiant battles in the plains of Veritas, and I have drunk deep with dwarves in the northern reaches of Ustav!"

"I have mingled with elves and dwarves and gnomes and halflings! I have witnessed magic that left even me, Cade Masters, speechless!"
[To try an emphasize this point, Cade tries to cast Prestidigitation, and fails.]

"I- wha? Why can't I cast?"

[Cade runs his hand through his hair, and for the first time feels his new ears.]

"My ears! They're, they're not mine! They're human! What the hell is going on!?"

Edited 2012-04-12 07:35 (UTC)

Brilliant, just brilliant. Jenny's got some chump from Dungeons and Dragons on her hands who, from the sound of it, is as useless as a dog at a cat show. Scratch that, the dog would probably be more useful.

When Cade mentions not being able to cast, Jenny's other brow raises. "What?" Her tone is less then pleased with the assessment. She holds out her hand and tries to push out a very small amount of electricity from her fingers. Nothing. Again, still nothing. She can't check on the nanites that control the radiotelepathy because she's not sure if anyone else from the Authority is there. Hell, she actually hopes they aren't.

"Son of a bitch."

Jenny's lips curved into a very angry frown around the end of her cigarette. "Tell me everything you know about this place right now. And if you spare any detail I'll kick your ass." She looked like she meant it, which she did.

[Normally, Cade would have made some air-headed comment about admiring Jenny's "spirit", but he's so alarmed by the change to his ears and his inability to cast that he didn't even register the threat. What else is different? Cade stands up frantically, pulls the elastic waist of his pajamas out, and looks down to make sure that particular organ is unchanged, then breathes a brief sigh of relief. Then, quickly looking around for a mirror, or something with a reflection, he grabs a picture frame. As soon as he sees the photo, he drops the thing as if it's on fire. He wants to yell "holy crap, holy crap, we're married and we have kids!?", but all that comes out is incoherent frantic babbling and gesturing Mathew-Perry-style at the offending object.]

Edited 2012-04-13 02:00 (UTC)

At Cade's brilliant display of his quick witted intelligence Jenny decided that he was useless. She wasn't going to get anything from him but carbon dioxide and dumb stares. She made her way over to what he was currently gaping at like a dying fish and picked it up, staring at it as if she could burn the thing with her eyes.

"Great, just great."

She ran a hand through her hair looking at the false kids that they were supposed to have. She also noticed the very unfamiliar smile that was spread across her face. Then she turned back to Cade as she removed the picture from the frame.

"No, we're not married, no, we don't have kids, and no, you're not sleeping with me." Those were the first three clarifications that she needed to make before this got out of hand. She was already ripping up the picture.

[Cade stops and thinks for a moment. He's in a strange land. His equipment is missing. His powers are missing. He's been physically (and possibly mentally) altered, and is stuck in a room with an attractive woman who inexplicably seems to be unimpressed by all his Cade-ness. AND the room is filled with images of himself and this woman with children, made by some magical process he is not familiar with. Clearly, he is dealing with...]

"INTERPLANAR DEMON CULTISTS... who are performing some sort of twisted forced mating ritual! They must be stopped!"

[Cade says that line with such utter conviction that it would stun any sane person to silence for at least a moment. ((Gods is he stupid.)) Deciding that the time has come for action, he yanks off his clothes with practiced grace ((much like a Chip-n-Dale dancer)) and quickly pulls on the brown pants and white button-up shirt that happen to be laid over the back of a chair that sits at a desk in the corner of the room. He leaves most of the buttons unbuttoned to show off his abs (the vain dork that he is), then pulls on some brown leather shoes with a grimace (boots really are more his style), then grabs Jenny's hand and genuflects.]

"Fear not, damsel! I shall venture out and conquer these evil... evildoers! Stay here where it is safe, I shall return for you!"

[Cade kisses her hand then leaps to the window, opens it, and jumps out, grabbing a tree branch to swing down and laughing a big fake hammy laugh.]

"HA haha HA!"

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