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[gotmorbucks]

[Upon waking in Mayfield, a certain red-headed kindergartner noticed that, as she sat up in her bed, that her room had shrunk a considerable amount. As did her bed. And her... everything.

Her immediate instinct? Get out of the room, and raise a ruckus and ask why her room looked so... plain. And then, when she saw the hallway. It got worse. It was very clear that this was not Morbucks Manor.

Sorry, Mitchell Road. Princess is kind of in the middle of making a mess by turning over things and flipping out, throwing pictures and vases and whatever gets in her way, before knocking over the phone, flopping onto the floor and just screaming.]

--ible! Completely horrible! Why would anyone take me like this?! If they did anything to Daddy, I'll... I'll...!

If I find out who's responsible for this, I'll get them!

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[teawithpuzzles.livejournal.com]

[What is that awful screeching sound over the phone? Layton decides to try and speak to the girl.]

Excuse me, miss? Are you there?

[gotmorbucks]

?!

[She glances around, in the middle of her tantrum to seek out that voice-- oh, the phone.]

Who is this?!

[teawithpuzzles.livejournal.com]

I'm Professor Layton. Have you just arrived here?

[gotmorbucks]

Obviously.

Where is here?

[teawithpuzzles.livejournal.com]

It's a town called Mayfield. It may seem rather quaint but I'm afraid it is quite dangerous as well.

[gotmorbucks]

Dangerous? How? Are there monsters here too?

[teawithpuzzles.livejournal.com]

If there are, I certainly have not seen them. Mostly, it seems to be the local police.

[gotmorbucks]

Makes sense to me. Can you tell me why I'm here too? And how I can leave?

[teawithpuzzles.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I don't have an answer to those questions. Many people have attempted to leave but with little success.

It seems when you don't expect to go, you do.

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

Hi!

[gotmorbucks]

...hi. And just who are you supposed to be?

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

My name's Kuki, but you can call me Numbuh Three.

Who are you?

[gotmorbucks]

I'm Princess, and I'm going to give you until the count of three to tell me how to get out of here, now!

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

I don't know how. Nobody does.

[gotmorbucks]

What do you mean nobody?! Someone brought me here, right?!

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

Sure! But I don't know who they were. I never saw them.

[gotmorbucks]

Ugh, some help you are. Here I am kidnapped, and no one's helping at all!

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

We've all been kidnapped, you know.

[gotmorbucks]

...well... okay, but some of us are more important than the rest of you.

How long have you been here?

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

A few months.

It isn't so bad, though.

[gotmorbucks]

Too long.

Uh, having to live in a small house like this? It seems bad already!

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

Small? It's about the same size as my house at home.

[gotmorbucks]

Way too small. Maybe you're used living like this, but I refuse to stay here for months.

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

I want to go home too...

[gotmorbucks]

You're doing a good job of it.

Can you at least help me figure things out? Like, exactly where is this?

[numbuhthree.livejournal.com]

It's called Mayfield!

No one know where it is exactly. Maybe America, though.

[gotmorbucks]

Really? Then why's everything so old around here? Even really poor families have bigger TVs than the one I saw.