One Desu~ ♥

[brightred_death]

[Grell's just woken up n a room that is decidedly not her own. And is that a... why yes it is. She is wearing a dress, a night gown to be exact. She was pretty sure she went to bed naked. Sitting up and looking around she finds a pair of glasses on the bedside table that are decidedly not her own, though putting them on they seem to fit her

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[sveariket]

[There is a boy with a couple of dogs on leashes, fanned out to all sides, blocking her way]

[brightred_death]

[Grell is unimpressed by your dogs. You can tell by the look on her face. It's really inimpressed.]

[sveariket]

[Sweden is not impressed by them, either. He is not used to having to handle that many dogs at once, and it shows.]

Morn'ng.

[brightred_death]

Good morning.

[More staring.]

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[ergaleomancer]

[Theta is out on her daily walk when she spots a redhead in an obvious stormcloud of anger. She leans heavily on her cane, a bit worried about being knocked over if the...person comes too close to her. It actually makes her smile that she can't tell what the gender of the person is, though the clothing suggests that Mayfield at least considers the redhead a she. The real question was whether or not that was accurate. Nonetheless, she decides to greet the other person, since they were on close to a collision course.]

Good day to you~. [Her accent is very thick English, from the upper class elite of London, if one is so inclined to guess accents.]

You'll catch a chill about with nothing other than that...would you like to come have a cup of tea? I could explain a bit more about what's happened to you.

[brightred_death]

[She stops to regard this new person. The accent doesn't catch her by surprise since she has yet to talk to anyone without one.]

I'm not actually in the mood for tea right now. And I've been told a little of what's going on. [Her voice is low as she's not in the mood to effect the girlish lilt.]

[ergaleomancer]

'A little' will hardly be enough to spare you the wrath of those who run this little hell. Please, doubly so now that I hear you speak, us English are very rare here and I'd like to hope we might stick together.

[Her voice is distinctly melodramatic, and she straightens up and gives the redhead a smile, hoping that it will be enough to take the conversation inside somewhere.]

[brightred_death]

Well I think he was going to explain more, he can go on and on really. I just wasn't in the mood to listen to every little detail so I walked out~ He had notes or something though, I might take a look at them.

The English are rare here. How... disappointing.

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[t_isfortease]

[ Will was awake before Grell and hauled his ass out of bed so fast, dear Lord. By the time Grell's up and about, Will's sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping tea with a faint grimace and reading the paper. He hasn't batted an eyelash at the crashing from the other room. ]

[brightred_death]

[Grell eventually comes stomping into the kitchen to slam cupboards muttering about how there's probably nothing to eat as well, then spins suddenly when she notices someone at the table.

She lets out a breath of relief when she notices it's William.]

For crying out loud Will! You nearly gave me a heart attack! What in Death's name is going ON here!?

[t_isfortease]

[ He doesn't even look up from the paper. ]

As far as what's going on, you know just as much as I do. We're in 1950s America, in a town called 'Mayfield.'

[brightred_death]

[She starts to roll her eyes at his tone then stops and double takes.]

America!? 1950's!? [Is that even possible][It occurs to her that it might be some practical joke. But William was never the type for pratical jokes. He did seem to calm about it though. Then again, William wasn't the type to freak out either.]

[pants_yourmove]

[[Sees someone storming out and throwing things. Kinda freezes where he is on the sidewalk.

This can't be good.]]

[brightred_death]

[Grell stops and looks at him.]

You got a problem kid?

[pants_yourmove]

"Not at all. Just passing through."

[brightred_death]

Well then pass through! It's not polite to stare at a lady in her nightclothes.

[She should probably change, but that's too much work at the moment.]

no worries~

[brightred_death]

[Grell stops to consider Nina. She'd really like to hack her into pieces, but with a LACK OF DEATHSCYTHE that really isn't an option. So instead she'll be be a jerk.]

Do I look okay to you.

[brightred_death]

[She sighs and puts a hand on her hip.]

I suppose you could say that.