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[hussistant]

[Phone]

Hello? Is this even working? Hello?

I hate to be an inconvenience but could a consort of this planet be so kind as to explain to me how I ended up here? And why I woke up next to a human man who keeps trying to kiss me... I swear if this is one of Mister Hussie's "trollings" I'm going to be severely put out with him. Changing someone's entire species and dropping them on an alien planet when they're trying to bring a recovering patient soup is incredibly ru-

Oh no! Mister Slick!

His soup is going to get cold.

[Around Mayfield.]

[From late morning to early evening Ms. Paint can be found exploring her new surroundings. Feel free to approach the tiny, plump blonde woman wandering the streets.]

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Around Mayfield

[thetrudger]

[Chaucer's been wandering about Mayfield lately, trying to get used to the area, when he spots her.]

Hello, madam, are you lost?

Around Mayfield

[hussistant]

[Oh! A human who isn't giving her a vacant stare. What a nice change.]

Misplaced seems like a better word for how I feel but lost is appropriate too.

[thetrudger]

[He nods.]

I see. You must be new here, then. I can relate. I have not been here long, but if I can help you in any way, I should be glad to do so.

[hussistant]

I only woke up here this morning. It's all a little much to take in. [Losing one home after another is hard on a girl.]

[She smiles, relieved. She knows the value of having allies when one is in unfamiliar places.] Any help would be greatly appreciated, sir.

[thetrudger]

Mm. Yes, it is.

[He smiles back at her, then gives a small bow.]

I am Geoffrey Chaucer. And you, my lady?

[hussistant]

[Goodness, bowing! She hasn't been bowed to...well, ever.]

Ms. Paint. It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Chaucer.

[thetrudger]

And a pleasure to meet you! The town is Mayfield, if you do not know, and it... seems pleasant so far. I have heard strange stories, though.

[hussistant]

Strange stories?

[thetrudger]

Hm. Yes. Things like body-swapping, surgeries that make people act insane, those drones... things like that.

[hussistant]

O-oh. [Those sounds almost as bad as some of the things her employer has written.] What are 'drones' though? Are they the consorts here?

[thetrudger]

Do you mean consort as in spouse? Yes, sometimes. My "spouse" is a drone. Some people are "married" to other normal people.

And drones are like the shadow of a person, there but not really. They answer questions in the most mundane way, going about their lives as if you'd always been in them.