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Amen.

Sparkle, do you think we should clean up this mess?

*she rolls her eyes*

Is my dinner ready yet?

*she takes a long sip of her drink, notices that her glass is now empty. she turns around opens the door, this time making sure it doesn't hit her again. she begins to walk in her house when she trips and falls right inside the door.. *

OUCH.. Stupid rug.. *she crawls the rest of the way into the house.. Moments later she walks out, her glass filled once again. she looks around at everyone*

What the hell are you all staring at me for? Not my fault the rug grabbed my foot and made me fall..

*she rolls her eyes again, then sips at her drink*

follows Sparkle's words
Amen.

...Frowns towards Mikki

*she looks at Spider her eyebrow raised.. * Why are you frowning at me.. Are you upset that I didnt share my drink with you? *her speech more slurred then before. she looks at everyone else* I am not sharing.. Leave me be.. *she turns and stumbles into her house. making it safely inside, moments later crashes can be heard from the window. she screams out* I'm alright.. Not that any of you care.. *her voice gets quieter* They are out there, gonna cook some damn chicken and won't give me any..

walks out of his house quietly, with a solemn look on his face

Whoever did this probably just wants to strike fear in us. I say it's best that we calm down, and try to find out the culprit, or culprits. Whoever did this will pay, mark my words.

Yes Ms. Dee. This should be cleaned up. No needen we leave this here to frighten everyone.

Now, tell me about these dreams you speak of my child.

walks into the town square with a smile on his face

Mornin all, what's all this bout? I was on my way to my field and ol' widow Howe said somethin was goin on here. She said tha...

spots the blood, his smiles dissapear and he pales visibly

Sweet Jesus! Who's resposible for this?

Mornin' Mr. RainKing her tone shows that she is frightened

We still do not know who did this... We hope the judges will be of any help as to who did it...

Looks at Dee

How should we know who did this?

*after a short nap inside, she exits the house. her stumbling feet almost tripping over one another. she squints her eyes and looks at everyone gathering. *

Now what kind a party is this? No one is cookin. and I don see anythin to drink.. *shakes her head, sips out of her glass.* I am gonna have to refill this soon.

frowns at mikki and then turns to Dee

Good Mornin' to you, miss Dee. Even if this seems to be nothin' good 'bout this mornin'

shakes his head

I had bad dreams all night and woke up in a cold sweat. I'd just managed to put all such thoughts aside and now this! Bad times are upon us my friends, mark my words. Bad times.

shakes his head again

And that with the harvest just round the corner an all

*she sips on her drink* ello, misterrr Floyd.. How you doin t'day? Would ya like sometin ta drink? *she takes another sip this one longer then the other*

looks around

What are you talkin'bout Mikki? Floyd's not here. He's probably out on his fields, workin' already

scratches his head

Like I should

*she laughs* I changed your name.. Didn't you get the message?

*she sips her drink* Now do ya want one or not?

Mortaine whistles cheerily as she comes into town pulling a wooden wheelbarrow filled with chopped logs and kindling. On the side of the cart is painted: "Fyrewood: 5 c lode"

"G'mornin', Salem!" She sets the wheelbarrow down in the shade of the courthouse-- the largest building in Salem-- and wanders towards the town commons, aiming for the water pump. She walks right over the hideous symbols in the dirt, scuffling them with her heavy booted feet, pumps some water (turning more of the symbols into reddish mud) and splashes a bit of water on her face, rinsing her hands, before looking around at the townsfolk, who are by now staring at her in astonishment and horror.

"What?" She looks around, then down at her boots, which are covered in mud. Seeing a line of some discoloration leading away from the pump, her eye follows it to the bizarre diagrams.

"Well, shoot-- that's the most freakish thing I ever seen, and I seen a seventy-foot tall man marry a three-inch tall woman!"