Investigation 1

[afterthesky]

[Action for 2238 Stevens Road]

Sarah Jane wakes up rather confused. This wasn't where she was when she woke up. Had she been teleported?

She looks around the house, trying to work out where she is. She quickly comes across the family pictures.]

That's not Luke... is this the Trickster's doing?

[Open action]

[Later in the day, Sarah Jane is continuing her investigations. You might find her:

A. In the shopping district, trying to find a decent newspaper.

B. In the street, patiently explaining to a drone that her name is most certainly not "Mrs. Black".

C. At the library, growing distressed at how much information there isn't.]

Comments

[after-thesky.livejournal.com]

[Sarah Jane accepts the tea gladly. Some things are always comforting.]

Thank you.

[Especially for any forthcoming explanations. She really doesn't like being in the dark like this.]

[siriuslyadog.livejournal.com]

Technically speaking, I'm your husband. Hope you won't mind, though, that I've never been married before, so I'll probably be sleeping on the couch. Or perhaps taking the bedroom of one of our children.

[He leads her in the door and over to the kitchen, where he sits down at the table.]

Have you figured anything out yet? What do you already know?

[after-thesky.livejournal.com]

We can worry about the sleeping arrangements later.

[Sarah Jane takes a seat and tries to process everything that's happened so far today]

Well, the first thing I noticed was that neither of those children is my son.

Some of the others have mentioned this being a different world. Which makes sense, the 1950s weren't quite like this.

[siriuslyadog.livejournal.com]

[He nods with empathy.]

Right. Neither of those children are yours, let alone real. I'm not so sure about the concept of different worlds, but there is definitely heavy magic at work.

None of it is real. Most of the people aren't. Some of the people are like us, taken from home, or in my case, from the dead, and placed here to live out lives like cattle. They do things some times, to test us. Terrible, traumatizing things. But afterwords, for the most part, it goes back to normal, this stasis we're all in. We can't change it, and we can't leave.