A re-introduction of sorts...

[myladys_maid]

Enter, a relatively short and slender woman who carries a cream-and-grey treecat in her arms. She looks around curiously, not entirely sure where she is, but confident that the answer will come in time.

My name is Miranda LaFollet, and this is Farragut. She nods at the treecat in her arms. Has anyone seen my brother, Andrew? Or Steadholder

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[myladys_service]

*if there's one thing to get Andrew out in public, it's bound to be his sister (or possibly Honor forcing him out, but shh)*

Miranda! *grin* Steadholder Harrington is here, don't worry. --A number of others, too, but I'm sure you'll find that out soon.

[myladys_maid]

Oh! A familiar face!

Andrew! You're here! I'm glad to see you. A frown of uncertainty appears on her face. Lieutenant Sutton said you were here... but... Andrew? I thought you said he... well... Continued in a hushed whisper he died defending the Steadholder?

[myladys_service]

*nods* He did. But -- people can come back here, Miranda. Paul's back. The Steadholder's married. *and this is a wavery sort of grin* She's got a son.

[myladys_maid]

She looks uncomfortable at first. ... I don't know what to think about that, Andrew. Are you telling me that the Tester sends us -back-?

The expression changes then, as she's sure there will be other times to discuss this. And the next comment is delivered in a slightly amused tone. Andrew... I work at Harrington Steading, remember? Of course I know the Steadholder is married and has a son! With Admiral White Haven! And then she chuckles, as if to suggest Andrew's being a bit silly.

[myladys_service]

I -- well, I suppose so, yes. But Jared didn't know he was dead, you see.

*and this is a mild eyeroll from Andrew* --No, it's not with Admiral White Haven. Not here. I told you, Miranda. Paul Tankersley is alive.

[myladys_maid]

And finally, the long-awaited question comes out in a rush...

Andrew... what -is- this place? People returning from the dead. Others being a different gender than I remember them.

[myladys_service]

The nearest we can guess is it's a seperate dimension entirely, based somewhere on Terra. *and shrugs* Odd things happen. You just end up getting used to it.

[myladys_maid]

Oh... I don't think I'll -ever- get used to people switching genders like that! She's actually not as surprised by the Paul Tankersley revelation as she is by the rest of it all. And you say "odd things happen" like there are -more-. Do I even want to -know-?

[myladys_service]

*blushing, just a bit* It's happened to me before. --And as for the rest, I don't think you do.

[myladys_maid]

... Wait... it -what-? And then the rest of his reply sort of sinks in, and she fixes Andrew with a pointed "What aren't you telling me?' look.

[myladys_service]

*and Andrew, being the elder one, is quite good at ignoring that sort of look -- so he does*

I said, it's happened to me before. It wasn't fun.

[myladys_maid]

Suddenly, she starts laughing.

Oh, but I'll believe it was -quite- a sight none the less! My brother as a woman...

[myladys_service]

*blushing more*

I'll just be glad you didn't see my clothes, shall I?

[myladys_maid]

More laughing, yes.

Oh, do tell me, Andrew! I'm curious! ... Did they resemble the clothes the Steadholder's mother likes to wear?

[myladys_service]

*facepalms, now bright red -- thank you, Miranda!*

They were worse.

[myladys_maid]

She sobers somewhat, more because of Andrew's comment than the red face. After all, the red face isn't all -that- unusual... So, she replies in a shocked tone:

Andrew! ... Surely you're joking!