Closed; Ongoing

[thewildone]

When; April 28th, morning
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Curt Wild (thewildone) & Stephen Stills (totallyinaband)
Summary; Curt and Stephen's muns are terrible are teenagers today. So much for moving.
Log;

Curt shifts and burrows into the pillow without waking. His pajama top bunches up leaving part of his skinny teenage frame exposed. His pajama bottoms are light blue and match the button-down top, perfectly ordinary for the early sixties but incongruous with the surroundings that he's not quite aware of. All he knows is that he's more comfortable than he has been in a long time, lying on a real mattress instead of an uncomfortable institutional one and oddly warm.

Comments

[totallyinaband]

I think the first video games were in the 80s.

[He's itching to give it a go, but Curt still seems a little weirded out by it, and they were going to make that escape plan. He puts the controllers back where he found them and stands back up, hands jammed deep into his pockets.]

So uh, did you find anything else weird about this place?

[thewildone]

Weird? Everything's weird.

[Suddenly, the rabbit is fascinating again. He's not blushing or anything. He hopes.]

[totallyinaband]

Are you okay?

[He steps a little closer before he stops himself.]

Sorry, that's a stupid question. I bet you're more freaked out than I am.

[thewildone]

I am not. You're the one who's scared.

[He glares a little.]

[totallyinaband]

Um, yeah.

[He gives off a little nervous laugh.]

It's kinda a scary situation to be in.

[thewildone]

[Curt hesitates for a second and nods.]

Yeah.

[But that's about all the talking about feelings he plans to do.]

I'm hungry.

[totallyinaband]

Maybe there's stuff in the kitchen?

[He goes to investigate. Oh hey. Beer. Lots of it. Damn.]

[thewildone]

[Curt follows. He's never had more than a sip of beer and basically ignores it. He pokes through the cabinets and pulls out a box of cheerios.]

Is there milk?

[totallyinaband]

Yep. Here you go.

[He passes the milk over. He finds some fancy-looking yoghurt. He checks the expiration date before cracking into it and his face pales again.]

Er, I think a Twilight Zone thing is happening again.

[thewildone]

[Curt is grinning to himself and washing down a handful of cereal with a gulp of milk straight from the carton, just because, so he doesn't look up right away.]

Hmm?

[totallyinaband]

The date on this. It says it's 2012.

[thewildone]

Are you sure you're reading that right?

[Curt peers over his shoulder, but that does appear to be the year on the label.]

[totallyinaband]

It's what it looks like.

[His appetite suddenly isn't as strong as it was a minute ago.]

[thewildone]

The milk says so too. Tastes normal, at least.

[He takes another swig out of the carton because apparently he was raised by wolves.]

I'd say maybe this is where you live in the future when you're grown up, but in 2012 I'd be like...old. Which doesn't make sense, because I'm gonna die young. And also, why would I be here with you?

[totallyinaband]

Why are you gonna die young?

[It seems like the easiest thing to fixate on out of that list.]

[thewildone]

Well, if the Russians don't nuke us then maybe it'll be in a crash or something. With an explosion. Something to make everyone sorry.

[He says this very matter-of-factly. That's the really disturbing part.]

I don't see the point in living past thirty anyway.

[totallyinaband]

The Russians never bombed you guys. It was just a big arms race thingy and kinda blew over, I remember that from history class.

Do you really think that?

[thewildone]

I guess some people older than that are still really cool. Like all the best blues people, and the blues is the best music. But I do think I'm gonna die young. It's just a feeling.

[Or someone got exposed to too much James Dean.]

[totallyinaband]

I hope you don't. It seems like kinda a waste to me.

[The contents of the fridge are suddenly VERY interesting again.]

So if I live here when I'm older, why am I here like this now?

[thewildone]

Maybe we should look for clues.

[He considers how that went in the bedroom and suddenly cheerios are very interesting, though he begins to give Stephen furtive disturbed glances.]

Maybe we shouldn't look for clues.

[totallyinaband]

[He's using the skills he's already honing at age fifteen to push that memory into the back of his mind where he doesn't have to think about or deal with it. Seems healthy.]

We could try to see what's outside.

[thewildone]

Yeah, okay. I call this jacket.

[Whether or not Stephen owns weird things in the future, Curt figures he can't really hold it against him now. He grabs what is, in fact, his own leather jacket off the back of the kitchen chair, and goes through the pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.]

I definitely call this jacket.

[totallyinaband]

Yeah, sure.

[Stephen finds one for himself on a peg near the door. Checking the pockets he finds his device, which is flashing at him with a number of missed messages.]

Hey, I think I found a cellphone. Like, a future cellphone.

[thewildone]

A future what?

[He gives Stephen a look again, but checks the second jacket pocket.]

Oh, I have one too.

[totallyinaband]

It's a portable phone. But this one's got, like, a computer screen on it.

[He finds the network and flicks through it, plus a number of texts from various people.]

Dude.