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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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[originalnumber]

Ahh... While I cannot say that anyone imprisoned here is aware of the details of how they're taken here, I doubt a 'Mister Hussie' was involved.

[Um.]

...What is 'trolling'..?

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[hussistant]

Oh...I see...That's not good. Not good at all.

It's a human word, I think. It means to fool or trick someone. [That's what she's picked up beyond the fourth wall at least.]

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[originalnumber]

Is that so?

Mmm... It may be best not to use the term too excessively whilst here then; it may be considered a racial slur of sorts to the actual trolls present.

[Ahhh...] Forgive me- I have yet to introduce myself. My name is Astral.

[headfullofempty]

[Hmm, Slick? It might be worth asking.]

You don't mean Spades Slick, do you?

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?

[hussistant]

That's him, yes.

[headfullofempty]

Really? How d'you know the boss?

[She seems so much nicer than the people Slick usually hangs around with.]

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.

[hussistant]

Boss...? Oh! You must be a member of his crew. [Her voice takes on a sympathetic tone.]

He's in my and Mr. Hussie's care at the moment while he recovers.

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[hussistant]

Actual trolls? They're here? [It can't possibly be them...can it?]

Oh no, I'm sorry! I didn't introduce myself in the first place. I'm Ms. Paint.

[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.

[headfullofempty]

Yup! Clubs Deuce, at your service.

[Wait. What did she just say?]

Recovers from what? Did something happen to him?

[Worried suddenly.]

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[originalnumber]

That they are. You are familiar with them then?

[Hmm.] Pleased to meet you, Ms. Paint.

[hussistant]

Hello, Mr. Deuce. It's a pleasure to meet you at last. Mr. Slick has mentioned you from time to time.

[Oh no, she said too much.]

Just...some minor alterations. We've been taking very good care of him though, don't worry.

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[hussistant]

It depends. These trolls, are they children? From a planet called Alternia.

It's nice to meet you too, Astral.

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[originalnumber]

That they are! Rather, some of them. Dualscar is assuredly adult. However you are correct- they do indeed originate from a planet known as Alternia.

[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.

[headfullofempty]

Oh, that's good. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to the boss.

Thanks for looking after him.

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[hussistant]

Dualscar?! [Oh no! Mr. Hussie killed him off for a reason.]

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[originalnumber]

Correct. He has given me some very helpful advice in troll etiquette, actually; as I have become friends with some of the trolls my apparent age, I am quite thankful of that.

[Ummm...]

...You sound rather alarmed...

[thetrudger]

Mm. Yes, it is.

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

I am Geoffrey Chaucer. And you, my lady?

[hussistant]

[Oh honey, you have no idea.]

It's been a pleasure, for me at least.

He's been stabbing Mr. Hussie since day one.

[headfullofempty]

Haha, yeah. He sure does like stabbing people. But if he stabs you and doesn't kill you, it usually means he likes you.

[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.