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[Phone]All this talk of dances and holidays is very... quaint. It makes one feel as if we truly are just honest, ordinary citizens of this lovely little town, and we always will be. Doesn't it ( Read more... )

The town will be choosing its next chief of police soon, correct? This should prove to be very interesting indeed ( Read more... )

[uh oh, guess who else is feeling chatty today?]

It occurs to me that I have never discussed with anyone here who I truly am. Or rather, who I was, in my previous life before all this. I was a queen. A goddess, worshipped by those who saw the true beauty of the natural world and rejected mankind's cruel attempts to tame it with their roads and ( Read more... )

[What's a nature spirit to do when she's suddenly struck with the urge to bake goodies for all of the wonderful men in her life... and on her street... and in all of Mayfield, for that matter ( Read more... )

[Viktoria awoke this morning with the distinct feeling that something was off, a feeling that grew when she stepped outside and saw that the sprouts of her bulbs in the front yard were much taller than she remembered. A quick glance at the newspaper lying in the grass confirmed her suspicions: quite a lot of time had passed that she could not ( Read more... )

[A strange little girl who doesn't appear to be older than 10 is wandering about town. She doesn't look like she's bathed in a while, and there's a very definite green tinge to her skin and hair. Today you might find her in several places ( Read more... )

[Gosh and golly, 773 Bunker Street sure looks different today! You can barely even see the house buried under the lush, wild forest that sprang up around it overnight. It's a Christmas miracle! It's the kind of thing Viktoria would love, in fact, it's exactly what she asked for!So why is she on the other side of the street, huddled on the curb in ( Read more... )

'He sees you when you're sleeping'? I must say, the more I hear of this Santa Claus, the more intriguing this holiday becomes.

[laughs darkly.]

The skies look rather beautiful tonight.

[Viktoria's treemonster is chillin' in the yard outside of 773 Bunker Street, looking like a normal, incredibly ugly tree and occasionally growling at any drones that walk past. Little did it know of the terrible fate that awaited it. A terrible, glittery, festive fate...]

((Action post for agirlsname, but spectators are welcome to watch the hilarity that ( Read more... )