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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

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1446 Mitchell

[thebravestone]

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

Oh, bonjour.

Re: 1446 Mitchell

[atent_dead]

[Granny blinks. That's the girl in all those photos. Ain't right.]

I don't speak Foreign.

[thebravestone]

It's French, not Foreign. It means hello.

[atent_dead]

Ain't what they speak in Lancre, I don't speak it. Hello will suffice.

[thebravestone]

Hello, then. Did you just wake up in the house? That happens to everyone in this town, it is very strange!

[atent_dead]

I did, ain't right at all.

[thebravestone]

It is not, but I do not know what to do about it. The people in charge do strange things.

[atent_dead]

Well that needs to stop. Quickly.

[thebravestone]

I think so, too, but no one knows what to do.

[atent_dead]

No one's tried to take charge?

[thebravestone]

I am not sure. I have not heard anything about it, but people don't tell me much, just because I'm small.

[She thinks this is incredibly unfair.]