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[ order 9 - all I know is that I'm here ]

[ 914 Bilko | Morning ]

[Integra starts her day early like usual, minding to herself and getting the sleepy house running...except for what comes next. Standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing a ruffled, floral print apron over her bright blue house dress with its wide, petticoated skirt, Sir Hellsing calls up to her housemates with an empty-headed smile:]

Rise and shine, sleepyheads! Breakfast is ready!

[Yes, Mayfield. Sir Integra Hellsing has been droned.]

[ Mayfield High School | Early Afternoon ]

[Your fencing/self-defense coach seems pretty excited for class today. Instead of setting everyone to warming up with the foils however, she carries a crate of what seems to be filled with...art supplies?]

Fencing is such a violent sport, isn't it? So today we're going to be making collages! I've brought extra glitter.

[ Around Mayfield | Late Afternoon ]

[A good wife's work is never finished. Integra hurries to and fro throughout town, pausing for daffodils in the flower shop, ground beef for meatloaf in the butcher's, eggs and extra milk in the grocery store, oh my! Baskerville accompanies her on a ridiculously glitzy lead, looking absolutely dejected as his master carries on in her way. If she sees someone she knows, you're not at all safe. Integra practically drags the hound with her to reach you.]

Hello Darling, it's so wonderful to see you!

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[Mart lazily walks down the steps in his tank-top and shorts, not expecting to encoutner the bizarrely brightly colored clothes wearing Integra. This must be one of those 'nightmares within a dream' situations 'cuz there's no way that this is really Integra.]

Oh.

Uhm.

Hey.

Good morning happy Integra.

Edited 2012-02-25 01:33 (UTC)

Oh son, I'm always happy! "A cheerful wife is the joy of life", as they say.

[She giggles. It's a sound few have ever heard in their lives.]

Now get to breakfast. I've made waffles!

[Clearly, this is a triumph.]

[Okay, this is seriously creeping him the hell out. this is reality. ]

Fantastic. You ain't you.

[But, waffles are waffles.
He'll take a seat and begin digging in.]

Uh, thanks for the Waffles... even if you aren't the real Integra.

But of course I'm the real Integra, dear. Whomever else would I be?

[Taking his glass from the table, she begins to fill it with orange juice from a carafe. Dear God in Heaven, is that freshly squeezed?]

I dunno

A creepy monotone drone who's been brainwashed by the town?

[Munching into those waffles. Trying to feed the sadness of having his badass not!mom droned.]

So... what're you doing after breakfast?

I don't suppose you'll be showing me how to use guns anymore.

[She just smiles away his accusation, at least until he mentions guns. Then Integra just looks puzzled.]

Oh dear me no. You'll have to ask your father about that, it's not a woman's place. Now eat up, sweetheart, tonight I'm making meatloaf.

[Mart just sighs]

I know the real Integra will be back soon and you'll just be a bad dream.

The hell are you gonna do if The Major attacks or something?

Edited 2012-02-25 17:56 (UTC)

Whyever would such a nice man like the Major attack us? You say the silliest things, dear.

[Integra bustles away to tend to some ironing, a little sashay in her step.]

[Mart turns to the droend Integra as she goes her merry way, waffles still in his mouth.]

It's official, the town has ruined your brain.

[Tsukasa Kadoya was walking down the streets of Mayfield, the camera he purchased at the general store in hand. He doesn't say too much to any of the drones he sees...until he sees an odd sight. He recognized that face from the meeting a little while ago.]

Uh...Integra, is it? Are you...feeling OK?

[She was smiling. He doesn't remember her smiling at all during that meeting.]

[She's positively beaming. Run away. Run away quick.]

I'm just peachy! Yourself? What a lovely day in Mayfield we're having.

[Being completely baffled, Tsukasa does what comes naturally to him. Taking pictures. He presses the button, and there is a click and a whir.]

I'm...doing well. And I guess it is a nice day.

Oh! Are you taking photos for a project? How fun!

[She gives another tug at the Hellhound's lead, who looks so very ashamed to be alive right now.]

I...I guess you could say that. I'm just trying to capture this entire world on film.

[He looks confused and very...ill at ease. This place was just...weird.]

[She tosses her hair, giving Tsukasa a winning smile.]

Then you should fill your camera with the prettiest things!

[Tsukasa isn't going to deny the...oddly acting woman a few photos. There are several clicks and whirrs as he goes about. And then he notices the huge dog with her.]

W..What kind of dog is that?

[And a photo of it, too.]

...Is it now?

[Integra is going to ruffle your hair now, Schro. Baskerville is most upset, his ears flat, lips curling to expose rows of sharp teeth. She pays him no mind.]

Of course, dear! How are your studies?

Woah there doggy, nice doggy...

[He backs away from Baskerville nervously, but then looks back up at Integra and smirks.]

Very well, m'am.

[He stared at the teacher. Glitter? Really? This wasn't arts and crafts.]

Are you feeling alright?

Of course! Here, take some construction paper and pass it out.

[He stood there, holding the paper.]

I do not remember this being part of this class's curriculum.

Now now, none of that. I've changed things up for today! Have some glitter.

Edited 2012-02-25 17:51 (UTC)

......................?!

Glitter. [He quirked an eyebrow, holding the small shaker full of shiny flakes.] What are we supposed to do with it?

[What. Stupid question is so stupid and warrants a titter.]

To decorate your collages with, of course! I've got glue and scissors and Ladies Home Journal for everyone to cut out pictures of.

[Seriously? Ladies Home Journal?]

I do not read women's magazines.

[Yes, he was being difficult. This place was getting down right ridiculous.]

......

What does glitter have to do with fencing?

Nothing! That's why it's so great! Glitter isn't dangerous at all.

It can get in your eyes.

Also this is fencing class.

.....

Right...

[What? What is this? He kneels in front Baskerville and scritches his ears.]

Baskerville seems a bit out of sorts...

[Baskerville's shame can be felt for miles. He will never ever leave her, but he can and will certainly feel embarrassed as all get out. Crowley gets his wrist licked for his troubles, and a half-hearted tail wag.]

He's been such a bad boy today, so stubborn. Someone's staying in the dog house tonight.

[...why does she seem so insanely pleased about this?]

[He leans in to whisper into the hell hound's ear.]

I know this is awful pooch, but maybe you should play your part for now. It'll be over soon enough.

[He gets up and looks her over.]

Maybe you should give him a second chance. He's a good dog.

[ Oh, look. The town is up to their usual shenanigans.

Sigh. ]

Let me know when you regain normalcy, Miss Hellsing.

[ She turns a page of the book she's reading, that being War and Peace. ]

Now now, Diana, books away please.

[ Under normal circumstances, she would normally abide by her commands. But, not today she isn't. So, she picks her head out of the book and gives a long stare to Integra. ]

No.

[ And here he was beginning to think Mayfield would let him carry the groceries home without incident. Giles turns and stares, bewildered. ]

Integra?

[Carrying her own bag as well, on the way to her car where the dog waits uneasily for his reprieve to end, Integra arches a brow at his familiar tone.]

That's Mrs Great to you, Mr Giles. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, but really, I cannot stand for such familiarity. Particularly after such a demonstration last week.

[Back away slowly, Giles. For your own sanity.]

[ For a moment, he just gives her a sort of helpless look. Then it occurs to him, in a sudden surprisingly-painful jolt, that it could be permanent, and he finds himself unable to do the sane thing and just walk away. Instead, he shifts the bag in his arms, smiles uneasily. ]

Terribly, ah, sorry, Mrs Great. Um, last week...?

Why yes. Coming onto me like that, I'm a faithful wife to my husband, Mr Giles. I know a gentleman like you understands, I'm not at all like that hussy Mrs Johnson.

[ At that, Giles is utterly taken aback. There is a moment of spluttering confusion before his expression turns offended. ]

Coming-- now, hold on. I have done no such thing.

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