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[singmeundead]

[Vorpal is bored. The novelty of this place is starting to wear off a little, though she is still enjoying playing wife and mommy (even if there are domestics and both of her kids are adorable little weirdos). She's not left with much to do here but wait until she can get her teleporting back, be able to see if there are any snags or small gaps in

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[mayfield_mods]

Why hello, Vorpal. Lovely day, isn't it? Oh, did you hear about Mrs. Weinburg and... her...

...hip...

...

[singmeundead]

[She stops playing abruptly to turn her full attention to the drone, look one of polite curiosity.]

Nope. Can't say that Ah have.

[mayfield_mods]

[And here we have a curious thing: Jane Smith's seemingly permanent smile drops.

In its place is a rather somber, quiet expression. For the first time, one of the drones seems almost... human.]

What song was that, just now?

[singmeundead]

[This... is really rather creepy and Vorpal likes it.]

Leslie Anne Levine by some off-world band. Ain't really 'member the name of 'em.

[mayfield_mods]

I- I see. That's...

[Jane closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose, as if trying to ward off a headache.]

...I need to go. Excuse me.

[And now she's hurrying off, walking at a brisk pace. If one were to observe closely, they might notice the slight shaking in her hands.]