Room 401, Satturdaye Mornyng
Agnes arose bright and early as always, and stretched her old bones as she climbed out of bed. Warily, she looked around. "OH. Oh, dearye me. Thys is notte ryte at ALLE." She sucked on her teeth, considering. She was... several hundred years in the future, on the other side of the ocean, and not supposed to be here at all in grand universal terms, but the thing that bothered her most was that she HADN'T FORSEEN IT. "Stylle," she mused aloud, "here I be, ande synce I've onlye two dayes, I myte as welle maeke the beste of ytte."
Frowning some more, she gazed around again. "Ande I should endeavour to use modern speech," she decided. Well, then. Off into this strange new world!
[Agnes is now Agnes Nutter, witch, from Good Omens.
Important OOC note: Remember when Layla Miller came to visit Jamie? No? Well, Agnes is sort of like that. She knows stuff. I won't be abusing it or stepping on anyone's toes, but if you want information to come out, drop me a line.]
Frowning some more, she gazed around again. "Ande I should endeavour to use modern speech," she decided. Well, then. Off into this strange new world!
[Agnes is now Agnes Nutter, witch, from Good Omens.
Important OOC note: Remember when Layla Miller came to visit Jamie? No? Well, Agnes is sort of like that. She knows stuff. I won't be abusing it or stepping on anyone's toes, but if you want information to come out, drop me a line.]