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Deirdre Gwyneth McCrery (naturallygwyn) wrote in inpoormerit,

Gwyn's mouth pulled to one side, and then she grimaced. "That's the bloke from the computer, right?" she pronounced it 'comp-uter', clearly unused to the word. "Has anyone actually met him? Unless he's daft, I doubt he's showin' his face. Like as not, he'd get his bum handed to him by more'n a few of us."

She looked toward the ruins and barely suppressed a shudder. "Yeah, sure," she said. "Maybe there's strength in numbers in keepin' away the ghoulies and ghosties and goblins and beasties and things that go bump in the' night?"

As they drew closer, that suppressed shudder came to the fore, shaking her shoulders. "Doesn' seem right," Gwyn murmured to no one but herself. She reached a hand out and brushed it over the taller of the long grass and weeds, forgetting her splinter entirely for once. "Everythin' seems old here, but kinda new in town. None of this makes a single bit o' sense."