First PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

Ah.  Um.  H-Hello?  This is a telephone, right? . . . You talk into it and other people talk back?  Excuse me!  Is anyone there?  . . . I'm not sure if it's working . . . Well, if anyone's listening, I need to know.  What happened after the Dark Dragon came?  The world was destroyed, but . . . I didn't think it'd be reborn so quickly.  A-Actually, this doesn't look anything like what I thought the new world would be . . . It's not like Tazmily Village at all.  I thought . . . I thought after I pulled the Seventh Needle, everything would just, well . . . go back to the way it was before.  . . . I guess I was wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry.  You probably don't know who's talking.  My name is Lucas.  You've probably heard of me; I'm the one Porky called out to fight.  I hope you've all realized the truth by now.  I don't blame anyone except Porky for what happened, but . . . Well, that isn't important.  Does anyone know where my dad is?  Flint?  Or Kumatora, Boney and Duster?  I ca -- . . . Huh?  What is . . . AH!

No way!  Wh -- What's a Happy Box doing here?!  After everything we went through . . . Haven't you all learned from your mistakes by now?!  This isn't right.  I've got to take care of this.

[Moments later at 846 Goldberg Street, a television falls out a second story window and smashes to the ground.  This is followed by several wads of dollar bills, a smattering of coins, and a radio.]

Comments

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Oh.

You an alien, then?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

What? N-No! Why would you think that?! I'm a human . . .

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Y'never know, with this place. Seems like we're all from different realities- it'd make sense if there's people from different planets, too.

This Tazmily in America?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Different realities? Different . . . planets? I don't know what you're talking about. What's America?

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you mustn't be from mine, then. [He just figured that out.] America's where you are, mate! Well, Mayfield, to be specific. We're all on some kinda forced holiday or somethin'. It's been well borin' so far, but the people are cool, so you'll probably fit right in! Just... no more throwin' stuff out windows, alright?

[He starts walking away, but remembers something kinda important and stops.] Oh, and you can't die here. Just somethin' you oughta know.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . O-Oh. Thanks. I think. I'll make sure to look the next time I've got to dispose of something.

I'm so confused.

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

Rumor has it that you can't really die here, that you just come back later like nothin' ever happened. 'Course, I haven't got any personal experience with that, 'cause that's just not somethin' you try for yourself... It's magic, this place. Weird magic.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

But what's the point of bringing people here? I-I don't want to stay here . . . And if it's magic, why can't I use my PSI?