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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.

Comments

The park

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

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

Didja lose something?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

The plants. The animals. Life ain't like this.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Exactly like. Sort of thing that can only happen in stories.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Ain't what they speak in Lancre, I don't speak it. Hello will suffice.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Not particularly sensible are they?

[As, clearly, anyone who wouldn't shoo when she tells them too must be]

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.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny sits down like she owns the place]

That'd be useful.

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

They seem to have no potential to learn.

[Believe him. He has tried to teach them thing repeatedly.]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

The animals too? Huh, never noticed. Figures.

'bout the only thing right here's the people who ain't brainless. And even some of us are a bit off anyway.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa pulls out the introductory letter and the map of key locations in town. ]

Dist the Rose collects and distributes the letter - he has been here the longest of anyone I know poor sod, and works at the library.

There have been some changes since his last update, but the big news is Police Chief Grady is gone. Dist will probably have an update of this soon, but he sends out a call on the telephone anytime there's an update in addition to it.

The map is drawn by Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and the key points that don't change are there already. [ Ilsa takes a pen from her purse, marking first-aid symbols on it. ] These are the places where there are healers and doctors are able to treat others if you can't get to the church.

[ She marks the location of her house on the map. ] This is my place. I'm a psychiatrist, in addition to being able to handle physical trauma.

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

What a shame. [Rolls his eyes and looks her over. He would have preferred a younger and prettier wife, but oh well...] Can I be of assistance, Madame Weatherwax?

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?

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.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

You have any clue what the blazes is goin' on here?

Re: Park

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

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

Tiffany? That you?

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

Well, this is really happening, it sure ain't a story...

If it were a story, the person holding the pen would probably be found and locked away in a nice comfy room with padded walls...

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny frowns upon hearing this, but doesn't yet examine the letter]

Nasty bit of business, sounds like. What sorta healin' is usually called for 'round here?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Opposed to that lot with an obsession with pies?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

There's a reason stories are just that. Happily can't be ever after, life has to keep goin'.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

No use at all then.

[And she thought people could be frustrating day to day]

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?

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...that's definitely true. No matter what happens, things gotta keep moving forward.

You're a sharp one, lady.

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

And they come back if they are killed, and will not tell anyone.

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[He wrinkles his nose in irritation] Off but not that bad, Granny. You get kinda used to 'em, though. Like they're nothing but a buzz in the background.

...Heh. Drones.

[ooeeooahah]

Unfortunately, just about everything. Between the physical hurts and the psychological trauma, we need everyone who can heal...

[ A shadow flits across her expression. ]

My first assigned mate here kept the list of healers, doctors and such. I should update that again, since he's gone missing.