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[Phone]

[The voice on the phone is giddy, a few steps away from outright hysterical.]

Well. Well! This is interesting. Very interesting. Certainly not where I settled myself down to bed yesterday. No no no. And it's such a sunny day, ahahahah, I haven't seen one of THOSE in...

[She breathes in, then lets out a musical sigh.]

...so am I alone, being so surprised at what a nice day it is? Yes? No? Are there any kindred spirits out there? Any of you? Aaaaanyone?

Don't be shy!

[Action - Around Town]

[How did she end up as part of the Mayfield Ladies' Club? The note in her mailbox was far too pink and sweet for her tastes, and really, no club involving that much neighborly comfort and concern was anything that Natalie ought to have been involved with. But it's important to play along with this poppycock, so here she is, at your door with a pie and a trying-too-hard smile.]

Hello, neighbor! Are you not well? Do you want to chat?

[That smile has too many teeth. Her eyes are a bit too wide. But the pie smells nice.]

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[Action - Around Town]

The front door opens and he's a dark figure looming in the doorway trying to look intimidating. When he sees her, his eyes go wide and he grabs her, pulling her inside the doorway and hugs her very tightly.

"NATALIE! You're here too! Who did this to us? Are you okay? How are we able to be in the sun? I'm hungry and I need to feed but I don't have any of my powers, do you? Why does that pie actually look good? I haven't had pie in ages."

[You'd think her eyes couldn't get any wider, but seeing that it was dear, darling, dead dead dead Sandoval standing there, they found a way. They made do. She deftly swung the pie to the side, balancing it one hand as she found herself pulled into an enormous hug.]

Hwah!

[She's patting at his back with one arm, and squirming with the rest of herself, torn between joy and terror.]

S-Sandoval! SANDOVAL! Oh, you're really... that's... I have no idea, absolutely no idea but...

...pie?

[She pulls away. She settles on an emotion. Giddy, genuine joy.]

You can have some pie! We can both have pie! All the pie!

He lets her go and takes a step back, looking at the pie.

Is that blood pie? Please tell me that you hacked someone into little pieces and stuffed the good bits in there. I'm so hungry, it's like I haven't eaten in forever!

[She presses her lips together, obviously stifling her laughter. It's not being stifled that well. It's leaving her in a little slow-leak squeak, as she shakes her head back and forth.]

It's cherry. Just cherry. I'm human, Sandoval.

[Then she reaches out and pokes him in the chest.]

You are, too.

That's why we're not on fire right now.

Allowing her to poke him in the chest he frowns and shakes his head.

Of all the things to accuse me of, you accuse me of being human? Oh what a sad day this is to be something I don't respect. Whomever did this to me will PAY DEARLY.

He brings up a clenched fist all villain style.

Yes. It's very tragic, so much so, now you're only an ordinary monster and not a supernatural one.

[She rolls her eyes, then tries to stride on past him, into his house.]

Eat some pie, Sandoval. Just... eat some pie, will you?

He watches her curiously for a moment before he goes to the pie and grabs it. Lifting it up and sniffing it.

Did you bake this? I guess I need to re-learn some life skills such as cooking. Last thing I cooked were those candy canes a few years ago.

[She waits for him to finish with the sniffing, reaches her hands out as if to take it back... then stops herself, mutters a little 'no no no', and then goes to rifle through his kitchen to find two plates.]

I did, I did! It wasn't hard. There were crust instructions on the shortening box. The filling came from a can.

[She returns with two small plates, two forks, and a knife.]

Did you ever cook for yourself? Before everything? Did you, Sandoval?

He follows her into the kitchen and watches. He had no idea what was in there so if she found something strange it would be a total shock to him too.

Me cook? I used a microwave pretty good.

[Evidently, all she found was forks and plates. But then again, she's no longer the kind of person that notices the big things, like blood on the walls or dead bodies.

Assuming the pie is handed back over, she will cut a slice for each of them.]

Ah, microwaves... bit of a bachelor cook, were you? Mmm, I guess you could learn... but they've probably stuck you with a wife that's all too happy to make your meals!

...

Unless she's a real person. Then you'll have to negotiate it out.

Seeing Natalie find the plates and utensils, he hands over the pie and watches her cut out a couple of slices. He stands there and crosses his arms.

Why would I? I could just chain her to the kitchen and force her to do my bidding if she doesn't give in to my will.

[She holds onto her plate and fork and quirks her head thoughtfully, considering that.] ...yes. You probably could.

[Then a bit of pie goes into her mouth, and it's chewed and swallowed in a very human fashion.]

With the fake ones, I mean. You can do anything to the fake ones and they'll hardly give a damn. I'd be careful doing it to the real ones.

Taking the other plate, he breaks off a piece with his fork and eats it making exaggerated chews like he hasn't done that in a while.

I don't care about these people. It's not like she'd be expecting it anyways. Even without my vigor, there's not many people that could take me in a fight. Especially a woman.

[Natalie's eyebrows lift, and she gives Sandoval an "oh really" kind of look.]

You haven't met some of the ladies here.

[Then! Sudden cheerfulness!]

You should meet some of the ladies here! They're fiesty.

He rolls his eyes at the idea of having to deal with people. He only dealt with his equals and most of the time he had to restrain himself from killing them.

Maybe... I want to get settled in. Then I want to start hunting.

It does take a bit to get settled in.... Do be sure to do that. Don't be too obvious about your hunting, though. If this place's police catch you?

[She taps the side of her head with her fork, then it's back down to her plate, scooping up more pie.]

You go all "drone". That's what they call them. "Drones". All happy-happy fifties fun. They'll do it to us, they will. They'll do it to anyone.

Sandoval stands perfectly still for a moment and then turns away from Natalie. He growls and tosses his fork at the wall so hard that it sticks into the wall. After that, he lowers his head, breathing hard like he's trying to calm himself down.

I ... DON'T ... LIKE ... THIS.

[Natalie just about chokes on her current bite of pie. Slowly, slowly, she sets the plate and fork down, and swallows. No sudden movements around an irate Sandoval.]

We're not supposed to like it.... It's a prison. Some people even call it hell.

Moving to the wall, he takes the fork and and takes it to the kitchen, tossing it into the sink. He then gets a new fork from where Natalie pulled out and last one and he sighs before taking a bite.

You're a good cook. If you weren't like a sister, I'd chain you up here and make you cook.

Ohh, thank you, Sandoval...

[There's that toothy grin again, one that would flash fangs, had she any fangs to flash.]

I'm sure you'll find that special someone to chain up in the kitchen someday.

His grin was equally as toothy.

You know me, I like to eat new people. MWA HA HA HA HA HA!

His laugh is just as evil and sadistic sounding as ever.

[It's nice that Shiki finally gets to see a cheery person in Mayfield of all place for once.]

It's a nice day, but I don't think you'll find it as nice once you know where you are.

Really? Do you think? [She laughs shakily.]

I'm already skeptical. I'm already concerned. Where is this lovely, lovely, impossible place?

[Not a single person Shiki has met so far has ever found this place 'lovely.' Even after everything Shiki went through in his own world he still found some things so out of the ordinary for him that he had to take a moment to contemplate just how it was possible. That was the purpose for the pause on the other end before Shiki continued to speak.]

I'm sure of it, anyways... From what I've been told we're trapped in America with no real way to get back home.

We, we, we-we-we, yes, that's the thing... that's the big question... [She laughs more, gasps for breath, gasps again, and tries to calm herself back down.]

Who is here? Who and what? From where? Ahahah, I'm just all over the place, but it really just comes down to who my neighbors are.

It's important to know your neighbors!

['All over the place'... To Shiki, that was an understatement.]

From what I've gathered, your neighbors are most likely going to be people who tell you you've been here the entire time. They're something like robots, so you can ignore them. Anyone who is self aware of the situation is someone you should look out for, because we have to stick together if we're going to get out. Uhm... this is all I know so far.

I've met the chipper ones. I woke up in bed with one of them. But you and I? And the other aware ones? [Her voice is suddenly harsh.] That's what I'm looking to hear more about.

[Then back to sweetness.]

If we're going to stick together, I should know who I'm sticking to, mmm...

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