Codswallop and tomfoolery

[deaths_heritor]

[phone, morning]
If they aren't back by the end of the month, I'll eat my poker.  What trollop.

And please, if you're wrought with utter despair and you absolutely must subject the rest of us to incessant blather about how wonderful Disappeared Whom and Whom was and how unworthy you are to still exist, etc., ad nauseam, try to space it out evenly so

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[Action, Town]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Someone is on their beat downtown when they happen to notice you. Lucky you Susan. He looks just as pleased as ever.]

Good day.

Preparing for the holidays, I suppose?

[deaths_heritor]

Oh. Yes.

How surprised I was not to hear your name on the list, Major.

[sturmbahnfurher]

My, have I become that predictable? How unfortunate.

I wonder. Where there any surprises waiting for you, this morning?

[deaths_heritor]

I don't know if they can be called surprises so much as unfortunate occurrences that really ought to have been expected.

I would ask you the same thing if being universally hated wasn't your life's ambition.

Action

[motheringnation]

.....Susan? Are you alright?

[deaths_heritor]

Ukraine.

[And she gets a smile. She's quite pleased, actually, that Ukraine hadn't gone off and done the stupid thing.]

Fine, certainly. Nothing to complain of.

[motheringnation]

Susan. I heard the list. The replacements they gave us....

[She's not really sure what to say. That it's horrible? Susan knows all that. Instead she nods.]

Would you like some company shopping?

[deaths_heritor]

[A pause and a brief sigh.]

Yes. I rather think I would today.

House

[likescats]

[In the house. Visiting/checking up on you.]

GRANDDAUGHTER.

[deaths_heritor]

Oh, Grandfather!

[And there's actually a tone of relief in her voice. First time ever.]

Do you mind fending off the children for a moment or two? They're driving me quite mad.

[likescats]

[That is new.]

I CAN IF YOU'D LIKE. HOW ARE THEY?

[deaths_heritor]

Do you remember the zombie invasion?

It's a bit like that. Not the 'braaaaiiiins' bit, but the part in between where, in the middle of a conversation, the most alarming statement is made as if it ought to pass unremarked upon. There's something just a bit disturbing about someone with such a familiar personality that's just got one thing wrong.

[House]

[puzzlerprince]

[And look who's poking his head into the room. He's not looking so collected, either.]

...Susan.

[deaths_heritor]

Did you hear all of that? It goes for you, too.

[Susan slides off her chair and stands with an expression that can't seem to make up its mind between annoyance and placidity.]

[puzzlerprince]

[That'll earn Susan a deep-set frown.]

I was going to make a suggestion. If thesefakes continue to pester us, we can lock them away in the Hall.

[deaths_heritor]

Oh.

[Deep sigh.]

I suppose it would be foolish to let them run about haphazardly.

action; house

[strike_you_out]

[His name was on the list but Slugger was still here. Why has he still here? Had the town made a mistake? Had it all been a stupid joke? He doesn't feel any different and he doesn't look any different. He still has his regains.

Slugger is utterly confused, even more so at Susan's remark.]

Pod person...? No, I'm not--

[What is happening?]

[deaths_heritor]

Look, it's very nice that we get life-size duplicates while they're gone, and I'm sure you're a lovely imitation, but I'm not especially in the mood.

[strike_you_out]

You remember me? The dream said you were supposed to forget.

[This town. This town is getting on his last nerve.]

I'm not a duplicate.

[deaths_heritor]

A witty remark about being the Queen of England would go here, except I've already got a title, and I don't actually know where England is.

Please go away.