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[sir_samuel]

Vimes always hated it when the island went magic on them, but this one was one of the worst. Personalities swapped, people unreliable, the usually kind natured turned dangerous. He had told what members of the IPD he could find to keep an eye out, but so many of them were changed that he did not expect it to do much good. There was nothing to do

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[loaded_wolf]

The door was open, but Angua waited in the doorway, giving the frame a tap to let Vimes know she was there.

"Hello? Sir?"

[sir_samuel]

"Good gods, what the hell is 'boar flu' supposed to be, anyway? That's not even creative, that's just weird. Afternoon, sergeant."

Vimes looked up from the newspaper. And then he blinked. And blinked again.

"...what the hell are you wearing?"

[loaded_wolf]

Angua flushed, smoothing her hands along the front of her dress.

"Why, it's a dress. Do you not think it modest enough?" she asked, fretting just a little. It didn't help that what she was about to tell Sir Vimes was already making her nervous.

[sir_samuel]

Okay, that was weird. "Um. No. It's fine. Y'know, it's just kinda... dressy, isn't it?"

He shook his head a little, trying to dismiss the feeling that there was something really weird about this conversation already. "Sit down, sergeant. What d'you need?"