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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]

Ain't heard about such a thing.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She gestures to the bench, ] Please, join me - I carry extra copies.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny sits down like she owns the place]

That'd be useful.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa pulls out the introductory letter and the map of key locations in town. ]

Dist the Rose collects and distributes the letter - he has been here the longest of anyone I know poor sod, and works at the library.

There have been some changes since his last update, but the big news is Police Chief Grady is gone. Dist will probably have an update of this soon, but he sends out a call on the telephone anytime there's an update in addition to it.

The map is drawn by Tarvek Sturmvoraus, and the key points that don't change are there already. [ Ilsa takes a pen from her purse, marking first-aid symbols on it. ] These are the places where there are healers and doctors are able to treat others if you can't get to the church.

[ She marks the location of her house on the map. ] This is my place. I'm a psychiatrist, in addition to being able to handle physical trauma.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny frowns upon hearing this, but doesn't yet examine the letter]

Nasty bit of business, sounds like. What sorta healin' is usually called for 'round here?

[ooeeooahah]

Unfortunately, just about everything. Between the physical hurts and the psychological trauma, we need everyone who can heal...

[ A shadow flits across her expression. ]

My first assigned mate here kept the list of healers, doctors and such. I should update that again, since he's gone missing.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you be needing a witch around these parts.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa nods ] We can use all the help we can get.

[ She glances around, then traces her recognition sigil in the air between them. It flares pale blue when completed and disappears. ]

There's a lot of us that are called "witch" in our worlds, but not all the same kind.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny raises an eyebrow. That was rather flashy now.]

Proper witching or that boffo nonsense?

[ooeeooahah]

{ She shrugs ] Got the full range, near as I can tell. There's some that seem to be... spendthrift with their power, as if it doesn't come from them, or they don't care where the power comes from.

[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.