Tales of Fayeralus [8-22-2019]

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==>Sarah: Get a layout of the house first.

Sarah: (Am I... reliving through this memory?)
Sarah: (If so...That would explain how I became a kid again... but...)
Sarah: (How am I going to get back to the real world? Do I just go along with everything as best as I remember it?)
Eric: Well? Are you going to help or not?
For the lack of better direction (that is to say, no direction), you decide to go along and help... whoever this Eric person is.
But first...


There. Much Better.
Sarah: Oh don't worry... I'll help with the boxes.
Sarah: Uh... where's our room again?
Eric: Really? You never even bothered to check out where our room was before the moving van drove up with all our stuff?!
Sarah: Sorry, I-I'm just really... really confused at the moment.

Eric: Sigh. You really are a pain… Fine.
Eric: I'll show you where our room is, and then you help me load up the boxes. Okay?
Sarah: Alright, sure.
Eric: Okay. This way then.

Seconds in the future...

…But not many.

Sarah: (Whoa... This place is more colorful that I remembered.)
Sarah: (Definitely a step up from that dismal greyscale that the house was painted with.)
Sarah: (Huh... actually, I never realized how depressing the house was painted before. Maybe we should get new colors.)
Eric: I can't believe I have to do this...
Eric: Not even three days in and I already miss St. Helens.
Sarah: St. Helens?
Eric: In the U.K. It's where I lived until mum decided "oh! I want to marry this man travelling abroad for his job and go through the bureaucratic nightmare of applying for citizenship in another country and moving in with him!"
Eric: "In fact, let's move onto an island province with nothing to do!"
Sarah: Uuuh… If it makes you feel better, I had to move out of my hometown too.

Eric: … No. It doesn't make me feel better.
Eric: You want to know why?
Sarah: Er… Not real-
Eric: It's because I've heard that you're a social shut in from your father.
Eric: You had no friends to lose. You had no honourships to lose. You could move to any place in the world and it wouldn't bother you.
Eric: Me? I had friends that I knew back since I was a toddler. I was a valuable player for my school's Cricket team. I was a regular A-B student!
Eric: And now all of that is gone! My friends are in another country and I have no way of connecting with them unless I use politically oversaturated and privacy breaching social media, my grades are going to more or less mean nothing at the new school we go to because of the different grading systems...
Eric: And as far as I know, Nova Scotia doesn't even have a Cricket team! It's probably just hockey!
Sarah: That's pretty presumptuous of you to assume that the only sport Canada plays is hockey!
Eric: Am I wrong?
Sarah: Er…
Sarah: (I haven't been to any sports games, so I honestly don't know.)
Sarah: (Plus I haven't been home in... god how long has it been?)
Eric: I'll take your silence as a 'No.'

Eric: And then there's you.
Sarah: Me? What did I do?
Eric: You're one of the weirdest people I've ever met. And now I have the misfortune of sharing my mother with you and your father.
Eric: I'm not going to lie, I don't like you very much. That being said, I'd prefer it if you didn't call me your brother. And when you DO address me, make sure it's "Eric Andlin" and not "Eric Evergreen."
Sarah: T-that's a bit extreme, don't you think?
Eric: No. I don't.
Eric: We're almost to our room. Hurry up.

Eric: And here we are. Our shared room, in all of it's disgustingly coloured glory.
Sarah: (Oh wow. That is a disgusting shade of yellow...)
Sarah: Well at least we already have a bed.
Eric: Yes... the bunk bed... I can't believe that I have to sleep on such a childish thing.
Sarah: What are you talking about? You're never too old for bunk beds!
Eric: That sounds exactly like something that a child would say.
Sarah: Hey!
Eric: Hey all you want. It won't change my opinion.
Eric: Once you're done staring, you can come back and help me with the boxes.
Eric: I'm not waiting for you, so hurry up.

So that was your brother? Or stepbrother from the sounds of it.
He was... Really, really rude.
You're beginning to remember why you didn't like him much, actually.
Well at least he's gone now, and you can take a moment to collect yourself.