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[dancingribbons]

[Action A]

[Wilhelmina is standing on the porch of 852 Goldberg Street looking out and across. She looked about the same as she normally did in Mayfield except now on her head she had a frilly maids cap.]

Most every house has a drone, and some houses are nothing but drones.

[She makes a small gesture with her head indicating a house somewhere

Comments

C

[hontobakabaka]

[Ruri peers over at Wilhelmina from her seat right by the pond's edge and nods a little, then goes back to peering at the water]

[dancingribbons]

[Wilhelmina gives no indication of seeing it, though she did. Subtle observation would be pointless if it was obvious she was watching.]

[hontobakabaka]

[Ruri shrugs and continues staring intently at the water, occasionally poking at it]

[flameyedhunter]

[ Shana is standing with Wilhemina as she examines the town, quiet. ]

[dancingribbons]

Are you able to communicate with the Flame of Heaven yet?

[flameyedhunter]

I am, but Alastor is being quiet for the moment. He told me earlier he's going to ask me to call all my friends here and thank them for taking care of me. I... I'm kind of glad he wants to do that, actually.

[dancingribbons]

I see. Either before or after we should have a meeting then.

A

[zombee_slayer]

...The hell? Who said that? [And along came Dempsey, wearing his Marine uniform.]

[dancingribbons]

[Wilhelmina turns to give him a side glance. She makes a low an-amused hum before speaking.]

That is the one assigned to the "father" slot of this house. He is mostly harmless.

Unfit.

This impersonal one is Tiamat, a Crimson Lord and my contractor. You will be respectful to her.

[zombee_slayer]

How about I just shoot both of ya and call it a day.

[dancingribbons]

[Without notice or indication a broom that was leaning against the wall is now in Wilhelmina's hands, the handle end pointed towards Tank's throat.]

Hold.

Perhaps further contemplation of expelling you is required.

B

[expiatrice]

[>Trying to look inconspicuous just by standing near the post office

:|a

Also supernatural sense ping. She coulda swore she heard something...]

Excuse me, ma'am? ...Are you looking for something?

[dancingribbons]

[With a deadpan expression she stares at the woman who asked her a question. How should she answer?]

Nothing in particular, just visiting different locations.

[expiatrice]

[She doesn't seem the least bit bothered by such an... unenthusiastic reply.]

Really? You've been standing there for a while... You're not thinking of going in, are you? People have been getting things back recently, but I thought that they're generally delivered at our doors?

[dancingribbons]

I had previously contemplated it, but currently it is not a necessary action.