The Discworld is a Matriarchial Society

[deaths_heritor]

[to family]

Since I don't think we're expecting any more new arrivals, I suggest we begin establishing some ground rules for us all to follow.  A tight ship is a happy ship.  For those of you less apt to picking up on this sort of thing, that's code for 'assigning chores', but there are other things that might bear discussing.  If we're going to

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[tapshoetomove]

[Luke's no stranger to doing chores, but every since the whole droning incident he's felt more uncomfortable around here then usual.

He's having some difficulty adjusting to his new "life" in Mayfield. The fight he witnessed between the Major and Annie brought up even more questions then before. It was enough to make him want to tear his hair out.]

What's this meeting about?

[deaths_heritor]

Anything, really. You and Pinkie Pie have some questions to ask, I'm sure, and the rest of us can bicker like we usually do.

[tapshoetomove]

Mm right, I suppose so...

[He does have questions, a lot of them in fact. But he's a little too distracted right now to think clearly enough to ask them.

Everything's felt so surreal that he can't help but wonder if he's stuck in a dream somehow.]

[deaths_heritor]

[Susan is accustomed enough to working with children to note the woolly quality of his voice.]

I told you when you got here that you'd be accustomed to it, soon. Give it some time.

[tapshoetomove]

[He attempts to keep himself from launching into a rant about how this place made no sense and everything about it was wrong and there's no scientific reason behind how this place operates.

It fails miserably.]

...This place is just so surreal! I mean in the few days I've been here I've been told the dead come back to life, brainwashings, there's towns out there we can't visit, some woman named Samantha who's supposed to be important but died, giant wolf monsters fighting robots...!

[He's going to keep going if you don't stop him.]

[deaths_heritor]

...Do stop that, Luke. If you're going to complain, you need to do so coherently.

Now what was that about wolf monsters and robots?

[tapshoetomove]

E-eh...

[He manages to reel himself back in.]

I saw a giant wolf fighting a man in the park, when she bit into him he had all these wires hanging out.

I'm not sure what they were fighting over, but it had something to do with finding that Samantha woman in the park after she died.

[deaths_heritor]

You'll find that our little town is quite diverse. I hadn't known we had werewolves, though. Try to avoid being bitten.

Nothing untoward happened, I hope?

[tapshoetomove]

Diverse? None of this makes any logical sense!

[This coming from the kid who lives in a world with giant robots and mystical masks. Oh wait, she was asking him another question.]

Untoward? Uhm, well the werewolf won. And then she turned back into a [naked] woman and started coughing up blood...

[deaths_heritor]

The problem here is your idea of what's logical and what's not. The existence of supernatural things - There's nothing illogical about the fact that they might exist; you just know they don't.

I was more concerned about if they noticed you, but you seem to be in one piece.

[tapshoetomove]

But there has to be explanation behind this place! I can't even make heads or tails of what's going on. First you can't die, this place sends you right back where you first started if you try leaving...it's like the most frustrating puzzle ever!

I wish the Professor was here, I bet he'd know what to do.

Oh, and I was all right. Mr. Nigma kept me safe!

[deaths_heritor]

...Not exactly a sentence I ever expected to hear, but good for Mr. Nigma. And you, too, with the puzzles? It's not so much of a puzzle as it is an opportunity to change the way you think.

Trust me when I say I was a bit peeved about having to admit these things were real as well.

And who is this Professor?

[tapshoetomove]

I suppose. It's not everyday you see pink ponies and werewolves. And I'm guessing hitting my head in the clock shop back in London won't explain this place either, huh?

Oh! [He's glad you asked!] I'm talking about Professor Hershel Layton, the most brilliant puzzle-solving archeologist and proper British gentleman! I'm his number one apprentice!

[deaths_heritor]

If the explanation for seeing odd things is 'hitting your head', I'd have a permanent concussion by now.

I'm afraid I've never heard of him. ...Did you say 'puzzle-solving archaeologist'?

[tapshoetomove]

Yes! There's no puzzle that can stump the Professor! Back home, we solved all sorts of mysteries together.

[deaths_heritor]

Oh, dear.

Have you told Edward about this yet, by any chance?