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Damon's gone all funny in th' head. He's been actin' sweet an' fatherly an' it's all sortsa unsettlin'.

Anyone seen Mogget, by any chance?

[An oddity has occurred in Vorpal's classroom -- the drone children have been allowed back in. She's grit her teeth in a grin, passed out the day's assignment, and left it at that, ignoring any questions tossed in her direction.]

[Filtered: Baird Household]

[For those of you in the house, you will notice a new glass tank put in the living room with one of Tony's mechanical snakes inside. There are some branches, leaves, a padlock on the top to keep it in, and a little placard reading 'Terrance.'

Enjoy your new pet.]

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[Filtered: Smith Household (drones)]

[With an evil smile on her face, Vorpal is doing as suggested and calling the Smiths. If she doesn't get an answer, she'll just hang up and call again. She is willing to do this nonstop for days if she has to.]

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[Filtered: Mogget]
[Vorpal's out in the neighborhood, guitar slung over her back, to look for a certain cat. Since that day in the park, after meeting Jane Smith, something's been on her mind and it's been bugging the hell out of her.]

Moooooggeeeet! Mogget! Here kitty, kitty!

...Yo, it's importan'!
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Attention kiddies, teachers, an' the rest of ya: what d'ya say 'bout holdin' a talent contest down at the school? Some of my students are... er. Okay, not good, but a lil' self esteem boost never hurt no one, righ'?

Might shake things up 'round here a bit.

[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 the fabric that holds this place together, and that could be a very long time.

With the guitar she took from the school, the once zombie has set herself up a nice place in the park, sprawled on the grass with her back to a tree. There's a little jar next to her with the word 'tips' scribbled on it and she's playing and belting out the words to a song, seeming to be enjoying herself. Music is one of the things keeping her grounded at the moment and she's not going to let go of it any time soon.]

So it looks like Ah got a job here. Fancy that. The fact that someone would put lil' ol' me in charge of a classroom fulla lil' kiddies jus' proves this place is nuts.

...

Awesome.

( Filtered to those in school. )

[So. This place she’s woken up in doesn’t seem to quite fit the description given to her by her boss, but hey. What’s a girl to do, right? Vorpal pulls herself out of bed and looks around the room -- okay. Those photos are kinda weird, what with her and some dude with a couple of little kids. And -- wait a second. Why does her chest feel all tight and like she’s going to..? She gasps loudly, sucking in a large breath of air.]

OH MY GAWD AH HAVE TA BREATHE? My chest is risin’ and fallin’ and this ain’t normal are you fuckin’ SHITTIN’ me?!

And… Ah, gawd, what is with this dress? Ain’t wearin’ no poofy skirt and WHERE IS MY GUITAR?

[She takes a moment to take a calming breath and figure out how to regulate her breathing a little bit because she hasn’t had to do that in a couple of years. The one thing Vorpal is neglecting to mention is that she’s also missing both of her guns, but hey. The general populace doesn’t need to know that little detail, now does it?]

Okay. Awright. So this obviously ain’t the place Ah’m supposed to be in so could someone please tell me where Ah am? It was three over left from that tower and two down from the place with all the fuckin’ elves, so Ah ain’t seein’ where I went wrong.

C’mon people. Ah got somethin’ real important to git to and Ah ain’t got a whole lot of time to sit around scratchin’ mah balls or anythin’, as nice as playin’ house would be. Aw, the kiddies are kinda cute and who is that dashin’ rogue in the pictures?~