Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]

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It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."

They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.

It was home. It had always been home.

Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

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Nunnally Prince didn't want to wake up. She never did, but today especially. She'd been having the strangest dream -- piloting a giant robot, a battle raging in the midst of the big city, like something out of a cartoon.

But just as dreams always did, this one faded into darkness and the realization that she was at home, lying in bed, nowhere special, and her alarm was blaring to let her know it was time to get up. She opened her eyes and sighed, reaching over to turn the clock off. Her aunt was probably at work by now, she always was at this time of morning, so Nunnally could get away with rolling over and going back to sleep...

...if she wanted to put up with the lecture she would surely receive for skipping school. Even if she deleted the inevitable message from the answering machine, it would get out somehow. Finally, she managed to sit up and climb out of bed. Today was going to be another wonderful day.