» =>Harold: Be terribly confused

You are terribly confused, and with good reason, too! You had circled your street at least ten times now, talked to the neighbors whom you were certain had never lived there at least as many times, but you were still dumbfounded. People were looking at you strangely, whispering, ushering their children to the other side of the street. They probably thought you were some sort of crazy person, rushing up and down the block like this. But you were absolutely sure that you lived on this street, right here, and you were equally sure that your house was gone.

The neighbor, when you first came to the door, was very patient and kind. They had offered to call you a cab, saying you must be confused, poor man, tutting over you like a lost child. ‘No,’ you had said, ‘I’m absolutely certain I lived next door, ma’am.’ ‘Dear, that house was torn down twelve years ago! I’ll phone a cab for you, you seem exhausted.’ You continued to argue with her, but seeing as how she was correct and that there was indeed no house beside hers, you were eventually forced to decline her offer of a cab, going back to circling the empty area that had once been your home.

Where was Diana? Where were the girls? Had you stepped into some sort of god-forsaken alternate reality? Were you still drunk, or perhaps drugged? Questions swirled through your mind as you stumbled down the walkway.

Your eyes brightened when you spotted a familiar face outside a butchery; Paulo! He would help you, he would know what’s going on. Breathing a sigh of relief at this turn of events, you jog towards him, smiling to yourself at the prospect of finally getting home.

tags: IC post + story post thing idk + is he even still supposed to be human who knows who cares + yolysweg +

=>Harold: Wonder why everyone is looking at you so strangely. Where are your neighbors?

tags: duudles + human!doze + harold adkins +
» =>Harold: Finally find your street

After spending an hour and a half wandering around Midnight City, you find your way into the theatre district. You breathe a sigh of relief at the familiar surroundings. You immediately set forth towards your street, rain beginning to drizzle down from swollen clouds above. Either the town had rearranged itself during your absence, or you were more discombobulated than you thought. Buildings had become bigger, businesses were moved or replaced or altogether gone.
You knew overthinking it would just send you into an episode, and lying dead to the world out on a wet sidewalk would only make the situation worse. You resolved to just focus on getting home, apologizing to your family for being gone so long, and taking a nice, hot shower. You must have slept on the floor of that strange green mansion, because your joints ached and creaked with every step, your back burning under the effort of movement. You would think over the day’s events in the morning, when things would hopefully start making sense again. You turn down your street, clothes hanging heavy with rainwater.

tags: story post + m!a human!doze + harold adkins + [T I R E D] +

=>Harold: Rest in some sketchy diner because someone went and rearranged all the buildings overnight. Where even is everything??

tags: M!A: human doze + harold adkins + duudles +
» =>Harold: Get the hell out of dodge

After leaving the urine stained room you had briefly inhabited, you made your way through a series of halls, fighting curiosity’s urge to try random doors for access. No, you had stayed here long enough, it was definitely time to skidaddle. By your calculations, it had been around 40 minutes since you awoke. And by calculations, you meant clearly tracked time keeping, because clocks of all sorts littered the house like a tick tocking infestation.
After poking around the main floor, you scurried towards the large doors heading out. You pause briefly, fishing into your pockets to produce three dollar bills. You place them on the lamp table beside you, hoping the meager sum would be enough of an apology to this Mr. Doze person on behalf of your unintentional intrusion. Smoothing the lapels of the light green suit jacket you didn’t remember owning, you open the door, the entrance swinging out with a groan. Stopping to admire the woodwork, you close the door shut with a tight click.
The sun glares down on you with disapproval from beneath dark grey clouds. It would storm soon; you needed to get home,  Diana and the girls would be worried sick by this time! Shaking your head of any remaining fog, you tip the brim of the deep blue hat you had apparently acquired and shuffled on down the street.

tags: m!a human!doze + harold adkins + story post thing idk +

My, this place is enormous…!!

tags: duudles + human!doze +
» sixpinsdie replied to this post: Doze…?

sixpinsdie:

secondaryslumber:

Why does everyone keep confusing me for this Doze character? Though, I do suppose I’ve hijacked his account here. I’d get off, but I’m a tad apprehensive to go wandering off in this place.
But it’s probably safer than staying in a stranger’s room.
Well, if I run into ‘Doze’ on my way out, I’ll let him know you were asking for him! And apologize for whatever blackout rendezvous lead me into his house…

Pardon?

Must I have to check on you?

Not to worry, sir! I’ll be out in a jiffy, don’t fret. And let Doze know I’m sorry for the intrusion, and that everything is still in its proper place! Farewell

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» sixpinsdie replied to this post: Doze…?

Why does everyone keep confusing me for this Doze character? Though, I do suppose I’ve hijacked his account here. I’d get off, but I’m a tad apprehensive to go wandering off in this place.
But it’s probably safer than staying in a stranger’s room.
Well, if I run into ‘Doze’ on my way out, I’ll let him know you were asking for him! And apologize for whatever blackout rendezvous lead me into his house…

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Harold, how do you feel about all the green everywhere?
Anonymous

How do you know my name? Are you a wizard? Are you watching me?? This is getting stranger and stranger!
Well, from what I’ve seen during my bout of reconnaissance, *everything* is green. It’s like walking into some child’s coloring book. If said child only owned crayons of various shades of green.
It’s quite an eyesore, to tell you the truth, but I’m in no hurry to tell whoever lives here about their decorum choices…

DOZE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE HOT WTF
Anonymous

Oh, sorry, but you’ve got the wrong bloke, sir. Or ma’am. Or… both? Neither? This must be ‘Doze’s’ computing device, then?
I’m not sure how I got here, but this room reeks terribly, so I’m just going to try and dally on out of here! Sure wish I knew where I was, though. Ah, door’s unlocked!