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[It's the silence that snaps him awake - more dissonant than any actual sound could ever be. It's like he's been struck deaf inside his own head. No, worse than that; while a person might have encountered a lack of sound before in their lives, Schuldig has almost never had any lack of thoughts to listen to. Listen, hell; they've practically fought their way into his head to be heard at times.

And now - nothing. They'd shut him down once or twice like this at Rosenkrüs, as a punishment; they'd always had their ways of controlling their psychic charges. It was always effective. The absence of what should be there is isolation, vulnerability, and paranoia all rolled together in one convenient package...and it's far worse now because he's not at Rosenkrüs anymore, Esset should be in complete disarray, and this should not be happening to him now.

He's out of bed in moments and only further incensed to find that his clothes - and, far less surprisingly, his gun - are gone, and an angry rummage through the closets and drawers reveals nothing he'd wear unless Crawford ordered it. And then he sees the phone.

Anyone listening will hear him jabbing at some numbers before he listens at the earpiece. Then, when he doesn't hear a dial tone or a call being completed, he snarls into the phone.]

You've shut me down, so you know what I'm capable of. And now I've seen what you're capable of. But unless you plan on keeping me locked up here forever - and I can guarantee you, that's never worked out well for anyone before - then it's time to talk business. You give everything back, and I do mean everything, and then you tell me what you want done, and we have an understanding.

But why bring only me? [And then, Schuldig finally focuses long enough to notice the photograph next to the phone.] ...and what is this?

[Housemates, feel free to find Schuldig tearing his room apart, still looking for his things or any devices which might be blocking his telepathy. Be warned, he's likely to be angry and at least mildly violent. Also he's only wearing boxers, so there's that.]

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And who's joking?

So where are Farfarello and Crawford?

They're not here. It was only me until now.

You and Weiss, you mean? Though they'd hardly make for good company.

You're not the one who has to live with one.

He claims his group had no part in this and without the elders, Eszett doesn't have the strength to.

Unless they had strength held back that we didn't know about...but it would take more power than any of them had to keep it a secret from me, or to sneak it past Crawford.

And Weiss have a hand in this? I'm surprised you even considered it a possibility. When have they ever seemed that capable?

Siberian took something from me before I joined you. He's stupid enough to try and make up for that.

Hah! As if Weiss have ever been particularly overburdened by conscience. They're not all that different from us; they just torture themselves like Farfarello in their heads.

Has anyone else explained the details of this mess?

[a laugh] Not very coherently. I seem to frighten them, for some reason...

[He's only been here a couple days, but he's already tested some limits and listened in on other explanations of everything. Information gathering is all he can do.]

This is Mayfield, a town modeled after someone's idea of 1950s America. Everyone is stuck into "families" based on their age and sex - one man, one woman, and children. Leaving town on the streets simply means you reenter it from the other side. We're made to fit their standards of normal at first, but apparently can get back what was taken.

Supposedly, death is impermanent, but I haven't had time to test it. There's talk on the phones of bizarre things that happen once in a while. Again, I have no proof of that.

...and here I thought modern America would be a pain.

It all sounds ridiculously unbelievable, but if you of all people are buying it, there must not be much evidence against it.

I can't find anything disproving it.

And if you're living with Siberian, I'll bet you've been looking for a way out.

Is he the only member of Weiss here?

Abyssinian is himself and Balinese appears to have been completely brainwashed.

[laughter] And how could you possibly tell?

He didn't recognize me and talked about how wonderful Mayfield is.

I suppose that is more brainless than Balinese usually is, at that.

So, Prodigy - you've been here longer than I have, and you know the place better. Any ideas?

I've only been here a couple of days. The best option seems to be to play nice and gather information or risk temporary mind wiping.

Playing nice while being bored? You do realize you're asking me to do the two things I hate most, Nagi.

It was a suggestion that you won't listen to because I'm not Crawford.

The day where you have any control over me hasn't dawned yet, and probably never will.

But be fair; even Crawford would have a hard time getting me to go along with that.

If we behave, we might get back what we're missing.

Oh, we'd better get back what we're missing regardless of whether we behave or not. And then we can burn this place to the ground.

...on that subject, I met a girl today you'd probably like. Granted, she doesn't have a Lolita complex and the mental faculties of a toddler, but you can probably get over that.

Who needs power for that when I'm sure there's gas and matches?

And I don't care about girls other than Tot.

I won't enjoy it properly until I can taste their anguish, however.

She used a penny to blow a hole in the bedroom wall big enough to walk through.

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