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Esmerelda Weatherwax ([info]ms_weatherwax) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-30 12:40:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 09, ellen ripley, esmerelda weatherwax, location: barn, location: forest

Day 9 - Arrival
Who: Granny Weatherwax and Ellen Ripley
What: arrival
When: morning
Where: forest, closest landmark is the barn
Rating: TBA, PG for starters
Status: active

Granny Weatherwax woke up in a strange forest. This isn't to say that she regained consciousness, slowly opened her eyes, focused on the trees around her wondering why she wasn't in her room and what was going on. She simply went from being asleep to fully awake, staring ahead of her with disapproval written on her face.
The trees above her were unfamiliar. Not only this wasn't one of Lancre's forest (she'd walked them all of her life and she knew every single tree) but some of the trees here were some kind of trees she'd never seen before.

She got up into a sitting position, massaging her back with one hand. She was too old to be kidnapped and left asleep in some forest.
Looking around Granny noticed the other woman for the first time and her worst suspicions were confirmed. She pursed her lips tightly. People sleeping in the mud, with not even their... drawers... on. This was probably some heathen foreign place. It was just as well that Gytha Ogg wasn't here (and at this Granny looked around to check, even though she was fairly sure that her and the foreign woman were the only two people nearby); Gytha would probably make a lot of embarrassing remarks. And sing.

First things first. The most important thing to do now was to find her hat. It was unthinkable for a witch to go around without her black pointy hat: even in foreign parts there were such things as standards.
She got on her feet with surprising ease despite her back and walked over to a small box lying on the ground. There were some letters on it, which she ignored. In her experience, mainly derived from Gytha's souvenirs brought back by her sons, foreign writing was always something along the lines of "A Presetn from, Quirm".
The box contained a couple of tube socks, of some unsatisfactory white material, a box of sweets, a strange squishy bottle of water and a small black notebook.
And no hat.



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[info]ms_weatherwax
2009-06-05 10:48 am UTC (link)
At least she had the decency to admit that she was practically naked. Granny didn't know what a pajama was and didn't want to know, but it was obvious that it was not decent to walk around dressed (hah!) like that. She gave Ripley a look of pure disapproval, which wasn't much of a change from her usual expression anyway.

"It's Mistress Weatherwax," Granny insisted once again.
She would have offered to fetch a dress for her, but her attitude was getting on her nerves. Besides she disliked people who ran around without their drawers on.
So she simply nodded and marched off stiffly, glad to be rid of such troublesome company.

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