Holy Sh*tsnacks, Batman! // Early February// Open

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Who: Pam , the Wayne family, and you?
When: Early morning in the Wayne household / throughout the day in town
Where: The Wayne Household / Shops in town
What: Waking up in Santa Rosita and getting the lay of the land
Warnings: Warnings for Pam-typical levels of obscenity


Home Sweet Hostage Situation

The sun is streaming through the window. The birds are singing. There's the soft rumble of car engines warming up as the men of the town head out to work. It's a beautiful day in Santa Rosita..and it sounds NOTHING like the big city, so Pam can't sleep. She tosses and turns for a while, fighting the obvious discord all around her, but it's just too much.

The blond sits up in her twin bed asking "why's it so bright?" to no one in particular. That brightness gives way to the obvious problems with the location, though. This room alone is bigger than Pam's whole apartment and none of these things belong to her. Did she get hammered and pass out in a stranger's bed? No. None of her one-night-stands live anywhere this clean. Not unless it's a serial killer. She sees the photo of herself and Bruce on the nightstand between the beds. Yep...definitely a serial killer if they put in this kind of effort, but a damn handsome one. Pam grabs the lamp off the little table and carries it with her as she makes her way through the house in her nightgown, taking in all the photos and looking for her kidnapper so she can smash his very pretty brains in.
"Hello? Ridiculously good looking stalker? Anybody?"


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Making it feel like home...

Pam doesn't think of the money she has as "stolen". Bruce is her husband, after all. It's their money. Besides, she's using it for their house! She's going to make it so much better!

She's going up and down the floors and ailes of Honeybees looking for just the right items. If she's stuck in this weird out-of-date after school special, she can at least have a home she can be proud of. For now, she's trying to add some color...and some liquor. She has some tiki torches sticking awkwardly out of her buggy nearly a full rainbow of fiesta-ware.

Finally, in frustration, she just stops the next person she sees.

"Excuse me, but have you seen any liquor bars for sale? Especially something that works as with a tiki theme. I woulda thought the house would have a built in wet-bar, but no such luck...Indoor or outdoor, I'm easy."


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Every cloud has a sugar lining

Shopping is hungry work. Work that calls for two burgers and a large chocolate shake. This place is a weird and terrible fever dream, but at least it has an old timey diner in the middle. If this milkshake isn't the best thing she's ever had, Pam is calling shenanigans on this whole thing.

She sits at her diner table all alone, but she's certainly open to company. Please just ignore the mess she's making with that burger. There is a distinct possibility that she was born in a barn.

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Making it Feel Like Home

[fanoperator]

Huaisang overhears the question, peeking around the end of the aisle as he overhears the townsperson she's asked laugh like it's a joke and brush her off with a "How silly! That's not very family friendly!" before walking away.

Turning into the aisle once the townsperson has left, Huaisang briefly makes eyecontact with Pam, then pulls his cart up next to hers, seemingly considering the different brands of pasta as he speaks quietly. "They're very disapproving of alcohol around here. There are liquor stores to be found, but they're very quiet and you don't want to be recognized coming out of one."

Murmuring the address of the one he uses, Huaisang glances over and gives her a tiny smile. "If you need more help, see if you can contact Sterling Archer or Ray Gilette. They're also not from this world." He taps his watch to indicate that's the best method of contacting them.

He genuinely has no idea that the woman in front of him might recognize those names. To Huaisang, they are simply the two people he's met here who can be relied upon to always have quick access to a drink. Well, them and the police chief, but he's heard some reports of people being tranquilized after crossing the police chief, and that makes him all the more wary.

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"It's for cocktail parties, lady!" Pam calls after the woman who disapproved of her tiki bar. "That's how you make families!"

The long hair on Huaisang ...and the ethnicity...really don't mesh with the setting. Pam's picking up on the fact that not everyone in this town fits the cookie-cutter mold the place is trying to present. She isn't the only one here who doesn't belong.

"Thank Christ." She breathes in relief when he says there are liquor stores. The way he started, Pam was worried that this was the dimensional equivalent of a dry county.

"Wait....Archer and Ray are here? Holy shitsnacks!" She beams from ear to ear. It's a bummer that they got stuck too, but at least she's not alone. "They're my friends! ..... How long have they been here? I guess you're not from this crap hole, either?"

[fanoperator]

Huaisang blinks at her enthusiastic reaction. Most of the people he's met are from entirely different worlds, and he had no expectation that she would know those two names. Maybe it makes sense--the commitment to drinking was exactly the reason he brought them up. Their shared world must have a large amount of drinking. And for some reason the power that brings people here is more active in their world, too.

The jargon she uses is utterly foreign to him, but he gets the gist of her meaning. "They've been here since December, same as myself, though many of us also remember shared dreams of October. I'm from... Ancient China, or a version of it." He offers a polite little bow, arms in a circle with his palms facing toward his chest. "Nie Huaisang of Qinghe greets you."

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"Ancient China...so..." She lowers her voice. "They're taking us from all over time? That's nuts!"

This whole place gets weirder and weirder. At least she's learning more about it as she goes, but a lot of it seems to just make things more confusing. She's going to need that liquor store.

"I'm Pam Poovey. Pleased to meet you....Nie?"

[fanoperator]

"Huaisang," he clarifies. Really, he ought to have a whole host of titles and to insist upon them, but this place doesn't stand upon formality in the same way that his home does, and it's too strange to adjust to the local formality. He's not about to introduce himself as "Mrs. Nie" to any non-locals. Huaisang will do just fine.

"Lovely to meet you as well. Ray and Archer are... fun." His lips quirk a little as he says that. He's gotten into some good shenanigans with both of them.

Peeking into her cart, he grins brightly. "Are you setting up your house? Do you want any help?"

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"Oh. Sorry. Huaisang. Got it."

Pam is used to a number of different responses to her coworkers. At least this one seems positive. She wonders what kind of trouble Archer has managed to cause in this place already. He is not exceptionally...adaptable.
"Yeeeeah, they're somethin alright. Glad Archer hasn't gotten Ray killed yet."

She looks into her own cart and smiles back at Huaisang.
"I'm tryin to put my own mark on the place. I think my husband and daughter have been there a little while already, but it doesn't feel like my house, ya know?"

[fanoperator]

"I really do know that feeling," Huaisang agrees, smile warm as he takes that as acceptance of his offer. "I've taken mine over a bit with my painting supplies, though less of an attempt to really decorate the place. Ray has helped a little. My son is getting a little over-enthusiastic about putting his own mark on the place."

Rolling his eyes, Huaisang grins at her. "Let's finish up here and then go get some drinks, shall we? Non-alcoholic, of course." He winks. He definitely does not mean non-alcoholic.

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"Heh. Man...I never imagined having kids, let alone starting out with them at that defiant age." She laughs and is happy to have someone to shop with. Not at all surprised that Ray has been helping with decorating. She's counting on him for helping her get a proper wardrobe in order.

"Oh, of course. Couple lemonades at the malt-shop or whatever."

[fanoperator]

The lemonades at the malt shop startled a laugh out of him, a sharp and breathy giggle that he quickly stifles. Nodding agreement, he winks, looking forward to their mischief. "I'm going to pick up a few more things--I'll meet you out front, shall I? We can go from there. Did you drive?"

Huaisang walked to the store. He hasn't yet learned to drive. Vehicles remain strange and a bit terrifying to him.