[Mayfield] Far From Home

[youthfulsmile]

[The experience of waking in somebody's bed had disturbed any peace the Prophet had managed to gain. The first thing he'd noticed was how comfortable the mattress was, and then he'd realised how warm the quilts were. Photographs were all of him but with the occasional blank spots, like people were missing. There was a collection of smart

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I'll tag with Maya too, I swear, sob

[mymic]

[Have a lolipire with a parasol watching you]

New here, I would presume?

No problem. Goddamn HTML...

[youthfulsmile]

[Have a momentarily shocked expression, but here comes that smile.

H-How did you know!?

[mymic]

You give off the general impression of one who has recently arrived. That, and I do not recall anyone living on this street before, other than the drones.

[youthfulsmile]

Oh...? Drones. I am familiar with the word, but not acquainted with the definition. You must enlighten me.

1/?

[4thdimensnskrt]

[was just

on the way back from seeing that Janus was droned on the way home from work, and-]

2/?

[4thdimensnskrt]

[hello what is this]

3/?

[4thdimensnskrt]

[yeah, sure, so Janus was dead, too, but the town couldn't be stupid enough to bring one of the Prophets here, right?]

4/?

[4thdimensnskrt]

[let's look at the mailbox]