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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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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."

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

So it's like Happy Endings.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

...[Nall raises a kitty eyebrow, but wracks his brain and tries to work it out.]

You mean like "Happily Ever After?" Like the end of a kids' bedtime story?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

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

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

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

You're a sharp one, lady.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Best witch on the Disc I am.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

Oh, you know magic? I know some myself. I'm Nall, by the way!

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[She is not in the least surprised]

Granny Weatherwax, they call me. Mostly.

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

You don't waste a lot of words, do you, Granny?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Never been one for chit chat when there's work to be done.