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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

[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?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

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

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

Ah, something of a mass kidnapping, madame... Everyone in the town that communicates with you properly- that is, they give some sign of having understood your words properly- is likely kidnapped as well.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

The people behind this must have a distinct lack of any sense.

[theseineone.livejournal.com]

Or rather troubling motives. Ah, also... We have been arranged into homes and expected to act as if we have lived in this town all our lives. If you woke here, then you are the newest member of the Bonnefoy family, congratulations!

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Sounds like someone fancied themself a fairy godmother.