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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

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?

Re: Park

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Now there's a sight she could do with]

Tiffany? That you?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[Just going to walk over.]

Yes. I didn't think I'd see you here.

[It's better then finding your dead body again though.]

I suppose I should say welcome to Mayfield but I'm afraid that isn't a very good thing.

Has anyone told you about this place yet?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

Dribs and drabs. Apparently the lot that are fixated on pies are called drones and this place is run by a bunch of damned fools that go kidnappin' folk willy nilly.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes. That's right.

It also messes with time and death. I came here when I was 13 and then went home and then came back here to find only a day had past here. Even though I'd spent three years at home.

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[Granny frowns]

That's powerful stuff right there. Even I can't do that easy.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

Everything about this place is strange.

Do you have any none drones in your house?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

None of the pie lot. Just a bunch that go around speakin' Foreign all the time.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Well it's better then drones.

What are their names?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

The man is apparently Bonnefoy. Little Foreign girl called Madeleine and two called Negi and Rise.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

[And that takes Tiffany by surprise.]

You're living with France?

[atent-dead.livejournal.com]

[What an odd name]

Which one goes by that now?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

That would be the man. He was a child for a while and was my "brother" here before coming back as an adult.

He's actually a sort of anthropomorphic personification of a country. My "father" here is another one called England.