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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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[theseineone.livejournal.com]

[Yawning, France watches Granny from a safe distance.] Cannot be having what, madame?

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is sitting in the park, reading Yet Another Suitable Book For Women from the library. The muttering catches her ear - she closes her book to watch the newcomer, and waits to see if the woman is in a receptive mood.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[A lazy oaf is loafing about, as lazy oafs are wont to do. More specifically, he is leaning against a tree currently under examination. He mutters idly in response to Granny's own speaking.]

You've got that right, Grandma. It ain't.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[catslooklikeme.livejournal.com]

[Nall observes the newcomer from his perch on a tree branch and can't help but eavesdrop overhear her comment.]

"Tidy." That's a pretty apt description.

1446 Mitchell

[thebravestone.livejournal.com]

Madeline is eating breakfast in the kitchen. Genevieve, her dog, is sitting at her feet under the table.]

Oh, bonjour.

Street

[burnmycapital.livejournal.com]

[Russia shoos his wife away from Granny by telling her that he wants meat for dinner, which makes the drone sigh about last minute wishes and tell him that he'll have to wait a bit longer then for dinner. And then she is gone, and Russia smiles aat the witch.]

Good morning.

The park

[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

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

Didja lose something?

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.