phone.

[ofoz]

I received a concerning telephone call from a strange young man last night. And now the neighbor girl won't stop running her mouth to me about it. Normally, I wouldn't be susceptible to paranoia, but given this place's reputation, I can't help but wonder

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[birthclod]

If there is tea involved, then the only choice for me is to oblige... but only if you wouldn't mind the company of a stranger.

[ofoz]

Of course I wouldn't mind. That's why I asked everyone.

[birthclod]

Just checking, just checking.

It's just that having seen what this town has to offer for nearly a month, something like hospitality seems like one of those extraordinary things you never thought you'd see often. Not that I don't love tea. And snacks.

[ofoz]

That's what I've noticed as well. It's a shame, that people let circumstances leave them without manners. It's during times of chaos that good hospitality is most needed, after all.

[birthclod]

It's difficult to show much hospitality when it's very possible that it'll be returned in earnest with a knife to the chest. But well, worrying about things like that too often is never healthy.

My name is Clod, by the way. What's your name and where will we be having our little party?

[ofoz]

Of course not. My faith in others may waiver, but I'm confident enough in my own skills that if someone does try and cause harm to me, I could handle myself.

Oh, how rude of me. My name's Ozma- and I'm currently residing at 835 Hastings Boulevard. You're welcome to stop by whenever's most convenient for you.

We'll be switching to Action, right?

[birthclod]

Would there be any issue with me coming over right now? Your invitation would save me from an afternoon with boredom.

[ofoz]

((Yeah, I'm fine with that! c:))

None at all! I'll be waiting for you then.

Sorry for the lateness!

[birthclod]

[Assuming that Clod was given the address (since her mun really should've had her ask, come to think of it...), she left for Ozma's home posthaste.

Ozma would hear a few knocks on the door minutes after her conversation.]

It's alright :D' I'll be a little slow myself

[ofoz]

[Ozma opens the door immediately after Clod knocks, and offers her a kind smile, gliding out of the way so can home in.]

Hello, Clod, I'm assuming?

[birthclod]

[The short girl looks up at Ozma and returns the smile with a grin.]

You assume correctly. Yes, that's me.

[ofoz]

It's nice to meet you in person. I'm Ozma. Please, come in.

[birthclod]

Thanks.

[Clod steps into the house once officially invited in. She isn't sure where to go from here on, so once stepping in, she stops and waits for Ozma.]

Heh. It's a little hard to believe after all that we're having a party. With cake.

... Not a bad way to come out of a troubling experience.

[ofoz]

[Ozma shuts the door behind Clod, then leads her into the kitchen, where the table has already been neatly set up.]

Oh? Did something troubling happen to you recently?

[birthclod]

I saw firsthand exactly what this town is capable of. It's impressive what they can do with bottles of milk and... whatever it is that they do to inflict droning.

You know about that, don't you?

[She sees the table and walks towards it to pull up a chair for Ozma. While Clod is the guest, manners dictate that the host sits first. The same can work vice-versa making this a confusing, yet somehow necessary affair.]

[ofoz]

[Ozma takes her seat first with a polite nod, then pours them both a hot cup of tea.]

There's sugar and milk- the safe kind, if you'd like it.

[And then she smiles, as if she's not about to talk about something horrible.]

I watched it happen to others, and myself for one day. It was very horrible, wasn't it?