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Hmm, now let's see....
((There's something about Mayfield's weather that makes it special. What do you suppose that is? Why! It would be the perfect weather! Yes, a lovely 70 degrees all summer long. No clouds in the sky, no wind to mess up your hair. Abso-friggin-lutely perfect.))
..what do we have today. Surely the town hasn't forgotten about my gift. That barmy Ivan von Ivan Ivan put me through a lot of trouble to get nothing.
((she stands outside, going through through her mail quietly.)) Yao, yao, yao, Rachel, my name still looks awful with that "wang" next to it, hmph! Yao, B--an, here we are! Let's see...
((She sets the mail down inside the mailbox and begins to open her letter. She frowns.)) Is this all? A photo of London? Terrible photo, too, it looks so dismal and wet--well not that it doesn't normally look like that... Hmh. No matter, I'm sure something will arrive eventually.
((She takes up the mail again, and begins to make her way inside, hoping lightly to express her good mood at the moment. She gets about half way up the porch, and suddenly lets out a terrible screamn.))
W-WHAT IN HER NAME?! ((She turns backand stares.
Her Kingdom got it's weather back.))
((LATER...))
((Bri is standing outside, quietly, looking up at what will look like--to you--a perfectly normal Mayfield sky. The odd thing is, though, that her umbrella is covered in water, and miraculously dripping. Everything else looks seemingly normal. She looks a little befuddled, but not so much that she is unapproachable.))
((Bri-tan has regained English Weather. The weather inside bri-tan's property is ugly ugly gray skies, and currently rain. If standing outside her property, this cannot be seen. Inside, the weather is terrible all around.))
((There's something about Mayfield's weather that makes it special. What do you suppose that is? Why! It would be the perfect weather! Yes, a lovely 70 degrees all summer long. No clouds in the sky, no wind to mess up your hair. Abso-friggin-lutely perfect.))
..what do we have today. Surely the town hasn't forgotten about my gift. That barmy Ivan von Ivan Ivan put me through a lot of trouble to get nothing.
((she stands outside, going through through her mail quietly.)) Yao, yao, yao, Rachel, my name still looks awful with that "wang" next to it, hmph! Yao, B--an, here we are! Let's see...
((She sets the mail down inside the mailbox and begins to open her letter. She frowns.)) Is this all? A photo of London? Terrible photo, too, it looks so dismal and wet--well not that it doesn't normally look like that... Hmh. No matter, I'm sure something will arrive eventually.
((She takes up the mail again, and begins to make her way inside, hoping lightly to express her good mood at the moment. She gets about half way up the porch, and suddenly lets out a terrible screamn.))
W-WHAT IN HER NAME?! ((She turns backand stares.
Her Kingdom got it's weather back.))
((LATER...))
((Bri is standing outside, quietly, looking up at what will look like--to you--a perfectly normal Mayfield sky. The odd thing is, though, that her umbrella is covered in water, and miraculously dripping. Everything else looks seemingly normal. She looks a little befuddled, but not so much that she is unapproachable.))
((Bri-tan has regained English Weather. The weather inside bri-tan's property is ugly ugly gray skies, and currently rain. If standing outside her property, this cannot be seen. Inside, the weather is terrible all around.))