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[welljustwatchme]

A: around town, backdated to Wednesday and Thursday

[If Canada knows you at all, and especially if you were on that list of names, you're getting checked up on. This probably includes polite, nonchalant greetings and baked goods. She's missing both her bear and her moose, since neither are currently talking to her.]

B: 1447 Mitchell Road,

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[trueguardian]

[ After seeing the broad cast on the news, the first and only thought Lan Fan had was to move out of the house. With a mostly non-drone population, she'd expect them to creepily leak her location, even if they were powered off. As she continues to leap from house to street light to house again her mind races on just where she could go. Upon a second glance at the TV screen, she decides on the only person she has made any sort of friendship with during the past months: Canada.

As Lan Fan heads to Canada for hope and honesty, she decided it'd be best to avoid the direct approach in case she had other housemates that'd be encouraged to kill the "dopplegangers". So she decides to climb in the window right in front of Canada without any explanation as to why! What a perfectly great idea! ]

[welljustwatchme]

[It may not have been meant as a surprise, but it acts as one, and the way Canada flinches at the sudden intruder might have one thinking she was ready to be on the defensive. Seeing who it is, though, she just furrows her brows in a sad sort of confusion.]

Lan Fan? [Or something likes her, at least.]

[trueguardian]

[ Lan Fan pauses right there. She doesn't move a step forward, or a step backward, instead, she continues to sit beneath the window sill in total amazement. Her puzzled expression can only be asked through a simple question.

Being recognized as someone who was real was such a rare thing, Lan Fan double takes before asking. Behind her mask, something of a desperately hopeful expression was starting to form. ]

You ... recognize me, right? [ The overly cautious Lan Fan just needs to double check here. She's not lowering her guard until anyone's proven that she can briefly let down their defenses. In order to do this, they must be freed from the town's supposed influence to kill everyone. ]

[welljustwatchme]

I know... [She knows who Lan Fan is masquarading as. Her instinct to find the faults in all those sharing fates matching hers is in a constant battle with her compassion and want to believe them.]

I recognize you, yes. As much as the town would rather you come off as a poor copy.

a,

[pasodoble]

( ( Spain is in the front yard. By the looks of it, he's only just come home and he's carrying a blanket with him. He stops on the sidewalk leading to the door when he sees her, ) )

. . . Can I help you?

[welljustwatchme]

[She hesitates just a moment before putting on her best smile and nodding.]

Mmm, sort of. I brought you some things. [A gesture with the container in her arms. Please just enjoy her baked things, Uncle Spain. Please pretend everything is normal with her.]

[pasodoble]

( ( He thinks nothing of the delay and looks curiously at what she's offering, ) )

Ah, I'm afraid I can't buy anything, señorita. I'm all out from Christmas shopping. ( ( And he's just awful with money but YEAH. ) ) Perhaps you can come by again another time.

[welljustwatchme]

Oh! Oh, no, they're a gift. Because it's almost Christmas and you're... Well. Espagne.

B

[gezellighe]

[He'll be inside, sitting on their bed and looking at the handgun that he's taken to carrying.

He knew that when Mayfield told them to kill it was usually a bad idea to listen. . . but he missed Canada and Hilda so much. . .

[welljustwatchme]

[Canada may be looking for him, but she almost makes it seem like just a casual pass down the hall, not stopping or even acknowledging him aside from a quick glance in his direction. It's a long enough look to see that weapon and know she doesn't like it, so she simply goes downstairs to retrieve her rifle. She's had it returned to her for ages now, with no reason to use it.

She hoped she still didn't have one.

Coming back to the bedroom, she leans the gun against the doorframe and steps inside.]

Nederland, do you have a moment?

[gezellighe]

[He won't bother to hide it, simply setting the pistol on the bed and watching her. He does look pretty reluctant, though. ]

A moment, fine.

[welljustwatchme]

[She nods, indicating she'll make it quick. They don't have much to say to one another right now, after all. Just the important things.]

I need to know if you intend to follow Mayfield's instructions when it comes to Hilda.