and the point of this is....?

Feeling:
annoyed

Who: The happy residents of 2 Maple Street (starting with Jason and Emma, open to Dale and Esme)
When: Morning
Where: 2 Maple Street

The pregnancy had taken over Emma's routine entirely, and every morning like clockwork, the baby woke her up to let her know it was time to haul ass to the bathroom. But when Emma opened her eyes she was looking at a very different room. Her heart did a sick dive and she bolted into a sitting position, about to freak out until she realized that Jason was in the bed with her. Okay, wherever they were, they were together. But Emma was sick and damn tired of waking up this way. What now?

As soon as she moved, Jason roused. One thing in their time apart--he wasn't used to sleeping with someone anymore, so pretty much every time she moved, he tensed up and woke up. Now was no different, and he was pushing himself up a second after she was, first focusing on her, and then their surroundings. "...shit." he breathed as he recognized the same thing she had. This wasn't where they'd gone to sleep.

Emma nodded, frowning deeply as she looked around the room. She pushed back the covers and headed over to the window, which she was almost afraid to look out. "...Looks like we're still in town." she said. So what was the point of this?

Jason got up and followed her, looking out the window over her shoulder. "Looks like." he agreed, then turned and looked around the room, sort of vaguely looking for his machete or something else he could use as a weapon. He didn't see anything immediately, though, so he just looked back to Emma. "I'll be back, I'm just going to go look around." he said.

Ugh. Emma really wanted to follow, and at the same time, her body was screaming at her that she needed a bathroom two seconds ago. "I need to find a bathroom." she said, relieved when she saw one behind the first door she tried. "I'll just be in here!" she called. "Good luck!"

Jason nodded, then headed first through the house, then downstairs, looking around and into rooms. Finally he opened up a bedroom door, and it wasn't empty.

 - ..

Esme awoke to that nagging sense of dread that had seemed to become the norm in her life. As usual, she'd slept fully dressed, including her shoes and braces, the only concession to sleep being to remove her hearing aids to make the silence complete. As her eyes opened, she knew one thing for sure- this was not the room she'd gone to sleep in.

"Muddaffuck..."

Her things seemed to all be here, of course. Her powerchair was parked in the corner, just like it had been in the other room, and she figured if they'd gone to the bother of doing that, most of her other things were there as well. Getting out of bed, she wobbled over to the wardrobe and opened it after a slight struggle with the handle. Yep, everything was there. So is this the gag this time? Every morning you wake up in a new house? Bet Hannah loves that. She smiled darkly at the thought. While she had long since conceded that Hannah was right, she had to admit that there was something highly amusing about the bitch having to learn a new house every day and running into things. Wonder if she still has that dog...

She had just turned to head for the door, to explore the house du jour, when it flew open, revealing... "Chashon?" she said, shocked to see, not just another person in the house when yesterday she'd been alone, but someone she knew from before. "Wwash goin' on heah?"

 - .

Jason blinked in surprise for a moment. "Esme?" he asked. Huh. He hadn't even known she was in town--but then again he'd been remarkably lax on checking that kind of bullshit. "I don't know. Woke up here...and I definitely don't recognize the house. Neither does Emma. Do you?" he asked, stepping back so he wasn't invading her space so much. The room didn't look that big.

 - ...

With Esme's hearing aids out, she mainly heard a low hum, unfortunately. "Hode onn, yet mme g-get maii heaahin aiis." She wobbled over to the bedside table, where someone had at least been thoughtful enough to leave them. She put them in and at least she was able to hear somewhat. "Itta hep iff ya yook at mmee wwhenn ya tawk." She pointed at her hearing aids and smiled apologetically. "Dish ishn't wheah I wash yeshtaday. Diid yyou shaay yyou doan recanishe it eetha? Ann Emmma'sh heah too?" As frustrating as the whole situation was, it was a bit of a relief to see a familiar face, at least.

 - ...

"Yeah, she's here. And no, I don't recognize the place." Jason told her. Then he turned when Emma was coming up, and he nodded. "I'll give you a minute, and we'll be out...somewhere on the main floor here." he told the girl, before looking back to his fiance.

 - .

Dale woke up feeling sluggish and stupid, and halfway to blind because she must've left her blinds open which was never a good idea, especially when light hurt like a bitch. She scrubbed a hand over her face (it didn't help either the sluggishness or the stupidity) and fumbled around on her bedside table for the dark glasses she kept there. The half-formed thought of inventing some sort of alarm clock that just injected caffeine into the bloodstream wandered through her mind, though the odds were good she wasn't going to remember it ten minutes from right that instant.

"Mph." Dale mumbled sleepily. Every day it was a vague surprise of how much of a morning person she wasn't. She jammed the glasses onto her face, and managed to make it to her face without falling over on her face, and she stretched and yawned massively, and then scratched lazily at the massive surgical scarring on her shoulder, since all she was wearing was a tank-top and pajama bottoms, and she could scratch it easily. Back home - and back home seemed like a very far flung, distant memory-slash-dream more and more often these days - her husband had laughed at her when she woke up like this. He'd said... what did he say? That waking up was a major production for her, like what you'd expect to see in a movie or something.

Stumbling, Dale wandered to her bathroom without thinking about it, and frowned when she couldn't find the doorknob to the room. She stared at the wall, confused. Then she frowned. The fact that something was different was rapidly clearing the cobwebbies from her brain. "Th'fuck." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She still wasn't quite with it enough to ask questions.

She looked around, and went towards the door that was in the room, because the bedroom was too damn confusing for this early in the damn morning.

 - .

Emma did one the quickest emptyings of her stomach and bladder in her life, because she could hear voices downstairs, and she was dying to know what the fuck was going on. As much as she would have liked to skip washing her hands, that just wouldn't have been Emma. So she did that, and told the little voice in her head nagging her about her routines to shut the fuck up. Routines could wait.

Pookie scampering behind her to keep up, she headed quickly out into the hallway, pausing only briefly when she saw the computers. Once she saw that nothing new had gone up overnight, she rolled her eyes and ran down the stairs. She ran through the bottom level of the house, looking for wherever Jason was, and she had to skid to a stop in her bare feet when she nearly bumped into a dark haired girl. Pookie ran into the back of her legs.

The scientists probably found it quite comical.

Further into the hallway she could see Jason, and she heard a vaguely familiar voice. For a moment, as she had run down the stairs, she had briefly wondered if they'd stuffed all of them into a brand new house. That thought had quickly been dismissed when she realized the house wasn't big enough. Realizing now that she was staring stupidly at the dark haired girl she never met, she squeaked faintly. "Um. Hi."

 - .

Dale blinked and took a hop backwards when the other woman skidded up in front of her, eyebrows actually arching over her glasses in surprise. She was pretty sure she didn't know this one, and was she in her house? Because it was definitely not Dale's house. "Um. Hi. ..." Dale pursed her lips and looked around. "Look, if I passed out in your house I'm real sorry. I don't remember drinking anything last night but, yeah. If I did, sorry about that. Could you point me to the exit so I can get out of your hair?"

 - .

Emma blinked right back at her, whilst Pookie walked around Emma's feet to sniff at the new girl's. "It's not our house. We just woke up here, too. Upstairs, I mean." Emma told her, gesturing vaguely towards Jason. "Is all your stuff in your room?" Emma hadn't checked, but she was assuming theirs was. Bubbles and her cage were, at least, and Emma had seen a few of her personal things and toiletries. "I think we're still in town, but they bloody moved us."

 - ...

Jason stepped back from Esme's room, and looked over to Dale, nodding to the woman. "Dale." he greeted, since he'd met her when they'd gotten the power back on for the town. So, at least he'd seen her and knew she wasn't useless. That was a start.

 - ...

Esme could hear enough to know that there were more people outside her room, so she followed Jason out. She was very pleased to see Emma, and another girl she had no idea who she was. The big sunglasses made her wonder though. Oh goody, they put the deaf chick and another blind chick in a house together. Those wacky scientists. She waddled out into the already cramped hallway, her fingers twitching nervously against her chest. "Ssho, ish Hell wunnin outta woom? Dey gotta shtawt puttin ush b-back togevva?"

 - .

Dale went down on one knee to greet Pookie properly - nose to hand - when she looked up at Kales and looked surprised again, but her face smoothed out again into her general, good-natured expression. "Kales. Ma'am." Dale stood up again and dusted off her hands, though there wasn't any dust on them. "So, this house doesn't belong to me, or this lady and I assume her dog - does the house belong to either of you?" Dale was pretty sure this wasn't Kales' house, but she didn't know the other one so it might've been hers. She very much doubted that her house would've accommodated four people, anyway.

 - .

"I reckon they're just trying to screw with our heads again." Emma responded to Esme with a heavy sigh. She took a few steps back so she was in the kitchen again, trying to make room in case anyone wanted out of the hall. "There was nothing on the computers about it. I wonder who else got paired up." And where Dave and Lina were. Jason was not going to be happy.

 - ..

Esme looked at the new girl, who she decided at least wasn't completely blind, judging by the ease that she found the dog. "Ish not my houshe. Miine wash shmalla, onnlee had one bedwooom." She shifted back and forth on her feet a little, her legs feeling rather weak right now. At least they hadn't left her with complete strangers. She remembered Jason and Emma and at least had no problems with them. She moved so she was a bit more in the center of conversation, to make life at least a little easier. "Sho hash annaone yooked oushide? Aww we shtill in da shamme t-towwn?"

 - .

"Dale...this is Emma, my fiance. And Esme, who was in our experiment. This is Dale." he told the women, then looked back to Esme. "And no, I'll do that now. Why doesn't everyone head to the...kitchen, or whatever. I'll be back in a few." he said, turning to go do that. Which wasn't hard, the front door wasn't that far away or anything, and he headed out onto the porch.

 - .

"I'm pleased to meet you both." Dale smiled at the two other women, then watched Kales go outside, and glanced at Emma with an amused little grin. "Was the flood of estrogen too much for him? And shall we see what's for breakfast, ladies?" Dale took off her sunglasses briefly, to wipe them off with the hem of her pajama top and get the dust off. "Maybe we've gotten lucky and ended up in a house with fresh milk."

 - .

Right now Emma would have happily settled for coffee - she had a feeling they would need it. She smiled at Dale and nodded, taking a few more steps back to look around the kitchen. "Probably too much to hope for a stocked kitchen." she commented, sighing lightly. But she went to take a look anyway.

 - ..

Esme followed, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. So she was pleasantly surprised when she opened the cabinets and... "Fffffoood!" There wasn't a ton, but there was enough for the four of them, and any other people who might have been put into the house. She attempted to bend down to get a better view and ended up falling forward and banging her head on the counter. "Dammmit.." She'd never had the best balance, but at least she was closer. Rubbing her head, she continued to look. "Ennuff ffo a ffew daaysh at yeaasht."

 - .

Out on the porch, Jason looked around. And hey, it looked like they were still in town...he just didn't happen to recognize the house they were in. Or the street they were on. Looking up it, he could see landmarks he was familiar with, just...right. It was like the magically appearing ballroom game. Awesome. Just fucking peachy. Coming back inside, he headed for the kitchen, glancing down as War fell into step with him, then tried to trip him as she rubbed up against his legs. She liked doing that. So he bent to pick her up before walking into the kitchen proper, arms now full of purring cat of the apocalypse. "We're still in town."

 - .

"Damn. No half-way house in the city? I was almost hoping." Dale said, in the tone of voice that indicates that she didn't believe what she said at all, and went to the cupboards to explore with Esme, and then the freezer and the fridge. "We have potatoes, eggs, bacon, and bread - anyone want some bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns? Or would people prefer to stick with cereal and easy stuff like that?" To her, eggs and bacon and bread sounded like a real good idea. "And, I don't know. Tuna for the cat?"

 - .

Emma tried to ignore the annoying little voice in her head that said they should be careful and ration out what they had. Instead she busied herself with making coffee. "Sure, whatever." she said, easily. She looked over at Jason and offered a small smile. "Do you want to try and figure out where Dave and Lina are?"

 - ..

Esme stayed sitting on the floor, feeling like a little kid who had discovered where mommy and daddy hid the food. Pop tarts! AWESOME! She clumsily ripped into the wrapper, part of one breaking off. She was just about to take a bite when she stopped herself and pulled the pop tart away. "Waidaminnid.." she eyed the pop tart suspiciously. "Wwha tiff ish poishnned?" She looked around to get responses from others. She hated being paranoid, but knew that nothing could be put past the rat bastards who were keeping them there.

 - .

"It's a Poptart." Dale pointed out, in a slightly dry tone. "I'm not altogether sure it's technically food, except for the sugar part. Either way, everything here could be poisoned. But if they were poisoned and we died, how would we entertain the scientists? Hell, there's only so many times you can watch someone throw up before you get bored. So, personally, I really doubt that the food is poisoned. If I'm wrong you have my apologies in advance, but I'm going to take my chances." And Dale readjusted her glasses and pulled the eggs, butter, and bacon out of the fridge. "I don't suppose you see a jar of jam down there?"

 - .

"I'm backing Dale on this. If it were poisoned, then it would probably be a short experiment. Plus, being they moved us here overnight, if the goal was to kill us, they could have done it then." Jason said, sighing as he dragged a hand over his short hair. Then he glanced to Emma. "Yes, I want to find Dave and Katalina. You hold down the fort here with these two, and I'll go for a walk. I'll be back sometime relatively soon." he promised. He'd go upstairs, get changed, look for his machete...

 - .

"I don't think they'd poison us, either. They gas us regularly. If death or sickness was the goal it would have happened long ago." Emma agreed. "I think we'll be okay." Regarding this, anyway. She nodded at Jason, and walked over to him to give him a light kiss on the cheek. "Be careful. Say hi for me. We'll be fine."

 - ...

Esme shrugged and sniffed at the poptart. They did have a point. Besides, if they did die, what did it matter anyways? She took the first bite of the poptart and it was surprisingly good. "Goood yuuck," she mumbled through pastry and filling. She peeked in and read some of the labels on the jars, pulled one out and held it out to Dale. "I gawt sshtwahbewwy pesshervesh... 'zat closhe?"

 - .

"Close enough." Dale replied brightly, taking the preserves and setting them on the counter. And she went looking for a frying pan and a spatula. "Do any of you want eggs and all that stuff? I can make it all at once, if no one minds their eggs scrambled."