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[atent_dead]

[Morning, 1446 Mitchell Road]

[The first thing Granny notices upon waking is, not surprisingly, that this is not her cottage and these are not her clothes. She would never own this ruffled nonsense.

As she searches the house, taking in the pictures and her surroundings, she comes to one conclusion.]

This ain't right at all. No, can't be having with this.


[Streets of Mayfield, late morning]

[Granny is stalking through the streets with purpose utterly in contradiction to the clothes she was able to find. She keeps glaring at drones that try to discuss Mrs. Smith's apple pies, to no effect. Apparently she needs to build her reputation back up, it obviously hasn't gotten far enough.]

Run along. Shoo!


[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[Granny is wandering the park, examining plants and animals she comes across. Part of learning about a place.]

Nothing is this tidy. Ain't right at all.

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At 1446

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

[Yawning, France watches Granny from a safe distance.] Cannot be having what, madame?

Re: At 1446

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

The house. THe clothes. The pictures. Ain't proper.

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

Dis donc, I suppose that is true enough. [Bows slightly to her.] Bonjour, madame, do I have the pleasure of welcoming you to Mayfield then?

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is sitting in the park, reading Yet Another Suitable Book For Women from the library. The muttering catches her ear - she closes her book to watch the newcomer, and waits to see if the woman is in a receptive mood.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's not bringing up pie. That's a start.]

Do you know anything about the plants and animals here?

[ooeeooahah]

I know they're most likely constructs. I don't know if it's based in science, magic or something inbetween. The animals don't have their normal drives, even if they act almost normal. You'd have to talk to some of the botanists or dryads here to get a better idea on the plants, though.

[ Ilsa stands and bows. ]

I'm Ilsa Higa. It seems you are new here, though the drones will tell you differently.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[A lazy oaf is loafing about, as lazy oafs are wont to do. More specifically, he is leaning against a tree currently under examination. He mutters idly in response to Granny's own speaking.]

You've got that right, Grandma. It ain't.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

I prefer Granny.

[Her tone of voice suggests that it would be wise for him to prefer it as well]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[Requesting a shortened name woman you are speaking his language here]

Granny it is! Anyway, you're sayin' you think it's tidy here?

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[Nall observes the newcomer from his perch on a tree branch and can't help but eavesdrop overhear her comment.]

"Tidy." That's a pretty apt description.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Proper life's never this tidy.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

Nah, but that's this place all over. Every be good, don't make waves, don't cause problems, just be good lil children - or else.

It's like, "Everyone attain to be as boring as possible."

1446 Mitchell

[thebravestone.livejournal.com]

Madeline is eating breakfast in the kitchen. Genevieve, her dog, is sitting at her feet under the table.]

Oh, bonjour.

Re: 1446 Mitchell

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny blinks. That's the girl in all those photos. Ain't right.]

I don't speak Foreign.

[thebravestone.livejournal.com]

It's French, not Foreign. It means hello.

Street

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

[Russia shoos his wife away from Granny by telling her that he wants meat for dinner, which makes the drone sigh about last minute wishes and tell him that he'll have to wait a bit longer then for dinner. And then she is gone, and Russia smiles aat the witch.]

Good morning.

Re: Street

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Morning. That the trick is it?

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

You have to distract them, yes.

[Looking at her curiously. She seems... out of her element, a bit, or maybe the element seems out of her.]

The park

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

[Rainbow Dash just watches her while perched up in a tree.]

Didja lose something?

Re: The park

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Well aren't you... flashy.]

Can't be real. Trying to figure out what this place really is.

The park

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

[Flashy and with a giant ego to match.]

'Course it's not real, duh! That's pretty obvious. But I don't think you're gonna find anything out by looking at a bunch of rocks and grass.

Park

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Tiffany is wearing his witches hat as she walks through the park. And then she notices..


No. It couldn't be....]

....Granny?

Re: Park

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Now there's a sight she could do with]

Tiffany? That you?

Streets

[likescats.livejournal.com]

[Well here's another familiar fellow.]

I'M AFRAID IT'S RATHER HARD TO GET THEM TO LISTEN.

[Death, is standing next to her. Robes, scythe and everything. The drone just waves and says hello to "Mr.Door" before walking off after a good bye. Death, nods to Granny.]

MISTRESS WEATHERWAX.

Re: Streets

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Well, this whole business just got the official stamp of interesting]

Now this just ain't right. What's happening got you messed up in it?