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[welljustwatchme]

A: 1447 Mitchell Road, kitchen

[Canada is in a wonderful mood this morning, humming sea shanties while she makes breakfast and everything. This isn't, in itself, weird at all. It happens at least once a week. Conversation, though, is peppered with helpful (?) comments on how her housemates can have a good day.]Now, Hilda, be sure to keep your

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[freakinblur]

[Seeing a scuffle on his neighor's lawn, Scout shows up, sawed-off shot gun at the ready!

Except it seems to be two identical girls having a knife fight. Wow this is kind of hot, maybe they're twins

Scout lowers his gun and looks confused.]

...The hell?

Threadjack - Helping!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is seen running to the back of the house, and comes out moments later with the garden hose, and proceeds to hose the brawling Canadas down (and trying to keep it all out of the tulip beds) while shouting at them. ]

Both of you stop that! You'll ruin the flower bed!

[welljustwatchme]

[If she was fighting her twin, one of them would have a house on fire by now, let's be honest here. As it is, they've both gotten a few good slices and stabs in, so both of their sensible housedresses have more blood than is absolutely necessary. The water seems to surprise both of them, the imposter scowling in the crowd's direction while the true Canada takes a broad, soaking step away, knife still at the ready.]

Hate to tell you, Ilsa, but water's not a very good weapon. Help if you're going to help.

[Canada makes a face at her mouthy doppelgänger for that, but doesn't comment, catching her breath.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa keeps the water on the one who speaks, right in the face. ]

I am helping. [ Half over her shoulder to Scout, not taking her eyes off the impostor - ] Shoot this one!

[freakinblur]

Wait, which one? That one? Are ya sure?

[welljustwatchme]

No! I won't stand for anyone being shot in my yard.

[This, while the other Canada splutters and throws her hands up, over her face, muttering in French a few uncomplimentary things about Ilsa. They're both worked up from the fight.]

No guns necessary, really, and tabernac, would you cut that out?

[ooeeooahah]

Hon, you were ready to knife her! We need to take her down somehow!

[ Ilsa is still maintaining the whargarbl position. ]

You stay down, shade.

[freakinblur]

Shade? What? What'd she call you?

[Scout's pointing his gun now back and forth between the two Canadas, sparing Ilsa some perplexed glances.]

[welljustwatchme]

There's a big difference between a knife and a gun.

My point exactly. Put that down. [The real Canada lets out a huff, irritated that there's a gun being waved around in what is clearly not a gun type fight. She doesn't quite notice, then, when her look-alike ducks out of the way of Ilsa's water blast and grabs her dropped kitchen knife off the ground before running to tackle the other Canada to the ground.]

[ooeeooahah]

Now do you believe me?

[ She abandons the hose and goes to restrain the doppelganger, now that she can track the difference. ]

[freakinblur]

Wait! How'm I gonna shoot her if--!

[Scout sighs. He has no idea what is going on.]

[welljustwatchme]

[Canada doesn't notice her doppelgänger coming for her, so she goes down hard. She doesn't notice Ilsa coming, either, so she's already flipped her attacker to be on top of her, getting a few hard punches in (it takes all her self-restraint not to apologize for breaking the other's glasses) before she even notices her friend is close.]

Don't worry, I've got this! [Just ignore that little squeak of pain when the other Canada's knife gets her in the arm. And maybe the fact that that's enough of a distraction for the Canadas to have them changing positions again. Now would be a good time to get the podlady off if you're going to do it.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa has no problems going for the eyes on the podlady, but opts instead for manages a solid knee to her kidney... but unfortunately might have gotten Mags in the shoulder with her elbow while flipping over with the doppleganger. ]

If we can't shoot her, can I torch her?

argh sorry for the delay, event's overwhelming me /o\

[freakinblur]

[Scout walks over, drawing his baseball bat from his bag now.]

Ya want me to take care 'a this 'r what?

I think we all understand, no worries!

[welljustwatchme]

Thank you, but-- [Canada finally has the leverage now, with Ilsa's help against her still-struggling counterpart, to give her a strong enough final punch in the face to knock her out, at least momentarily. That done, she takes a moment to catch her breath before bothering to try speaking again.]

If you're both so intent on trying to kill her, may I please borrow a gun?

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa shakes her head. ]

She needs to be contained at least - otherwise she'll keep coming after you. Just make it clean.