Pleasantville } { Why don't they help us?

[bontastic]

[Days go by, and when Bonnie tries knocking on the doors of neighbors, inquiring about the situation and asking for help, she is greeted with Betty Crocker casseroles and Stepford Wife smiles. She's almost certain she's stepped onto the set of a movie set in the 1950s.]

Buffy?

[She walks inside, carrying a bag of groceries. There'd been cash sitting in a desk drawer of what is apparently their house (she's still not sure about that), enough to cover some basic necessities. Today, she'd decided to try and go into town. Everything was too clean, too perfect, everyone smiled at her too much. It was eerily cheerful, and this was coming from Bonnie McCullough.]

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[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Backyard!

[she and the little boy are playing catch. It seems like the fitting in thing to do, and it let her get eyes on some of their neighbors. And needless to say, it was ... weird.]