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[atent_dead]

[Morning, 1446 Mitchell Road]

[The first thing Granny notices upon waking is, not surprisingly, that this is not her cottage and these are not her clothes. She would never own this ruffled nonsense.

As she searches the house, taking in the pictures and her surroundings, she comes to one conclusion.]This ain't right at all. No, can't be having

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[theseineone]

[Yawning, France watches Granny from a safe distance.] Cannot be having what, madame?

Re: At 1446

[atent_dead]

The house. THe clothes. The pictures. Ain't proper.

[theseineone]

Dis donc, I suppose that is true enough. [Bows slightly to her.] Bonjour, madame, do I have the pleasure of welcoming you to Mayfield then?

[atent_dead]

Granny Weatherwax. And I don't speak Foreign.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is sitting in the park, reading Yet Another Suitable Book For Women from the library. The muttering catches her ear - she closes her book to watch the newcomer, and waits to see if the woman is in a receptive mood.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent_dead]

[Well, she's not bringing up pie. That's a start.]

Do you know anything about the plants and animals here?

[ooeeooahah]

I know they're most likely constructs. I don't know if it's based in science, magic or something inbetween. The animals don't have their normal drives, even if they act almost normal. You'd have to talk to some of the botanists or dryads here to get a better idea on the plants, though.

[ Ilsa stands and bows. ]

I'm Ilsa Higa. It seems you are new here, though the drones will tell you differently.

[atent_dead]

Can't get the details I'm expecting.

Noticed the telling differently already. They call me Granny Weatherwax.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[bitemescumbag]

[A lazy oaf is loafing about, as lazy oafs are wont to do. More specifically, he is leaning against a tree currently under examination. He mutters idly in response to Granny's own speaking.]

You've got that right, Grandma. It ain't.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent_dead]

I prefer Granny.

[Her tone of voice suggests that it would be wise for him to prefer it as well]

[bitemescumbag]

[Requesting a shortened name woman you are speaking his language here]

Granny it is! Anyway, you're sayin' you think it's tidy here?

[atent_dead]

The plants. The animals. Life ain't like this.

[Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[catslooklikeme]

[Nall observes the newcomer from his perch on a tree branch and can't help but eavesdrop overhear her comment.]

"Tidy." That's a pretty apt description.

Re: [Afternoon, John Doe Park]

[atent_dead]

Proper life's never this tidy.

[catslooklikeme]

Nah, but that's this place all over. Every be good, don't make waves, don't cause problems, just be good lil children - or else.

It's like, "Everyone attain to be as boring as possible."

[atent_dead]

So it's like Happy Endings.

1446 Mitchell

[thebravestone]

Madeline is eating breakfast in the kitchen. Genevieve, her dog, is sitting at her feet under the table.]

Oh, bonjour.

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[atent_dead]

[Granny blinks. That's the girl in all those photos. Ain't right.]

I don't speak Foreign.

[thebravestone]

It's French, not Foreign. It means hello.

[atent_dead]

Ain't what they speak in Lancre, I don't speak it. Hello will suffice.