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[artifictitious]

[A: There is a four-foot-tall speckled green and white creature digging through your closet, or possibly your not!daughter's closet. She's looking for a decent dress, since for some reason, she woke up in a dog house in the back yard with no clothing on. At least she still had her glasses.

B: The afore-mentioned speckled creature (now fully

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C.

[teutonictraitor]

[[Just...staring. What is this. He probably shouldn't be so surprised at the kind of people Mayfield pulls in, but Xandra is definitely one of the more unique ones Medic's seen while he's been here.]]

[artifictitious]

["This", my dear Medic, is a chipmunk-thing poking nearsightedly through the canned fruits. So many rare varieties, and so much food. It's not like any of the small stores she's used to.]

[teutonictraitor]

[[Medic just leeeaaans over and fakes looking through the fruits as well, occasionally stealing a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. What, he's curious.]]

[artifictitious]

[She turns some of the cans over in her paws, then puts them back on the shelves, writing down prices on a little sheet of paper. She's going to attempt to figure out a solid conversion rate between NP and whatever money they use here. It's not going very well, simply because of the differences in available produce, and the usage of dollars and cents instead of simple whole numbers.

She isn't taking much notice of Medic. He hasn't tried to get her thrown out, and that means he's not a problem (yet).]

B

[walkwaves]

[ There is a five-foot-five green and orange creature in pirate garb just outside of the library. He's leaning on a wall watching her ]

You can do that all day, but they're not going to let you in.

[artifictitious]

[Guess what, Ian? For once in your time in Mayfield you are not the shortest adult in the room.

Xandra stands in all her four-foot-nothing glory, hands on her hips, ears folded back in annoyance, bristling.]

What's wrong with them?

[walkwaves]

[ Make that "for once in his life"

Ian frowns slightly, eying the library with distaste ]

They think you're a pet.

[artifictitious]

[She continues to glare daggers at the library, gritting her teeth audibly, barely holding her temper in check (and that self-control only because somehow her magic's stopped working).]

And what, may I ask, is wrong with being a pet?

[Neopet was the most common term (origins forgotten or ignored) for any sentient Neopian not a faerie or a talking tree or something else. If you were alive, you were used to being called a pet. Nothing derogatory, that's just how things were.]