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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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[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Well, looks like she's got her work cut out for her]

Stuff and nonsense. Ain't gonna accomplish anything like that.

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, I was taught to use the the right tool and the right effort to get the job done, and to recognize when the right tool isn't magic.

[ Ilsa chuckles ruefully, ] Sometimes the right tool is paperwork.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Paperowk y'say?

[Granny is curious. She doesn't much trust reading, but that seems like it might be a clever conservation of power]

[ooeeooahah]

Best thing in the world to distract a politician to get them out of your way so you can get real work done.

[ Ilsa chuckles, ] If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, or baffle them with bluster, you can always bury them in paperwork.