(no subject)

[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

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.]

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Not particularly sensible are they?

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

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

They seem to have no potential to learn.

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

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

No use at all then.

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

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

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

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Can't abide necromancy.