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[wolfishsurvivalist]

[339 Brady Lane]

[Shortly after the mail's arrived, Mika can be found sitting on the porch, a package torn open near her feet and she has a worn, discolored satchel in her lap. Her gaze is distant as she holds a battered notebook in her hands, flipping through the pages without really looking at them.

Of all the things she could have gotten back, she hadn't expected them to return her bag.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

[Lancer seemed to have a thing for showing up out of nowhere.]

[Literally.]

[Like how he materialized out of thin air over Mika's shoulder.]

You're lookin' a little down, kid. You alright?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[The notebook slams shut and sends bits of paper flying as his sudden appearance startles her badly enough to make her scream. Ducking instinctively before she recognizes his voice through her instant of panic, her ears are flat against her scalp as she looks up at him.]

Y-yeah, I guess. Just...I guess I wasn't expecting to get anything back, o-or lose so many friends...

[riastrad_ridire]

...

[Blink blink.]

Uh...sorry about that. It's kind of habit by now. You alright?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I'll...I'll be fine. 's normal.

[She shifts, going to pick up all the loose pages that had spewed from her notebook. All the papers seem stained with something, and she's quick to shove them back while almost trying to hide what she was doing. Either she was embarrassed to be caught with it, or scared that anyone would see.]

Old habits, sorry.

[nyanpire]

[There's a curious little Nyanpire coming up the porch steps.]

Nyaa... Mika got a thing in the mail?

[He's sniffing at it curiously and carefully.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I did, kitten.

[She pets him, glad for the company. The contents of her bag were both a welcome, and something that dredged up terrifying memories. Touching Nyanpire's soft fur was a gentle reassurance that she was safe.

At least, for the moment.]

[nyanpire]

What is it, nyaa? It's a bag?

[And on comes his purr. If there's space, he'll hop into her lap.

...heck, he'll hop into her lap even if there isn't any. Make room for Nyanpires!]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Mmmhmm, it's my bag.

[There is always room on her lap for a purring kitten. The notebook is set aside and she pats her knee so he knows he's welcome. A good kitten cuddle is exactly what she needs.]

[downtoearthpony]

[Applejack happens to be outside of her house when she looks over and sees Mika sitting on the porch. She heads over to say hello when she notices she seems to looking a bit out of it...]

Um, hey there, sugarcube, you alright there?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

I guess so. A lot of my friends have been permanently droned lately, and I guess my latest present in the mail brought back some memories that leave a bad taste in my mouth.

[downtoearthpony]

Aw, Ah'm sorry to hear that, but Ah kinda know how you feel. Most of my housemates have been permanently droned too... It kinda makes it hard to do anything around the house lately...

Ah mean, Ah still need to eat, but they only want to give me dog food. Been kinda sneaking some food when Ah can and buying vegetables and stuff on mah own...

But hey, at least you still have some friends here, right? And some good memories? So even if that makes you think of some bad ones, maybe you can remember some good ones too, huh?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She smiles, the expression tired as her tail wags.]

Well, if you ever need to escape feel free to stop by, AJ. I promise I can make proper vegetarian food if you need a real meal. Or you can just let yourself in and have anything out of the fridge or pantry. Doesn't matter to me.

[She cocks her head, her brow furrowing a little.]

I do, but...I dunno, it's hard to open up to people when you know they'll just think you're crazy. Even if they really won't, but you can't shake the feeling that they will. But I'm afraid good memories of my stay here are hard to come by.

[noluckduck]

[Clover has been in Mayfield for months now, but she will probably never get used to the things she sees sometimes when she's just walking around.

Like the girl she happens to be currently staring at. Damn, look at that hair. And... are those dog ears? Jesus.

Unfortunately, for all her indiscreet staring, she hasn't quite realise the stranger may not be in the mood for this.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Yes, they're real.

[The wolf girl sounds like that's the first question people ask, having only caught a glance of Clover out of the corner of her eye. She doesn't sound angry, more like she's talking about the color of the sky. Even with Cade's attempts to heal her, she still looks frail and sunken, her body almost completely wasted away and most of her visible skin was covered with scars.

She looks up from her book at Clover through a part in her limp bangs, almost sounding amused.]

Or were you checking out the house, instead?

[noluckduck]

Nope, I was lookin' at ya.

[She wasn't exactly... expecting to be acknowledged. At least not so peacefully. But hey, she'll take it.] Honestly, at this point, it'd probably make ya weirder if they weren't real.

[Only when she steps closer does she notice that Mika isn't looking so good.]

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She huffs, a wry smile twisting her lips and her tail flopping against the porch.]

It really would, wouldn't it? Don't know where anyone'd get a pair around here unless they had them back home first.

[strawberryredgrave]

(Oh hey, it's that wolf girl from a while ago. She seems mentally stable pretty down, so he's here to investigate!)

What's got you down? Something wrong?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She glances up at him, and it's easy to tell that the deep shadows around her eyes and the way she seems hollowed out is actually normal and not just something brought on by her moment of madness.]

Hey, Dante. [She looks down at the notebook in her hands and shakes her head.]

It's stupid, but...I guess I'm just upset because a lot of my friends have been permanently droned. Then I got my bag in the mail. Just...too many bad memories to go with it, even if I needed it.

[strawberryredgrave]

Pretty sure missing your friends isn't stupid. Neither's nostalgia. You want stupid, try grocery shopping in your underwear while drunk off your ass.

(Assuming he actually goes grocery shopping...)

What you're feeling right now's normal.

[ra_ra_razputin]

[Curious Raz is curious!]

Hey! What'd ya get in the mail?

[wolfishsurvivalist]

Oh, just a bag with some stuff in it.

[She offers Raz a small smile, her tail wagging.]

[ra_ra_razputin]

Ooh! Can I see?

[fatherangeldust]

[Not sure who he should go to talk to, he goes on a walk. He's not paying much attention as to where he's going, but eventually... he looks up and over. Oh. OH... it was -that- one. His brow gave a small twitch, but at the same time, he knew no good would come of trying to attack her. She seemed rather distant, and probably needed to be pulled back into the strings of this world's reality.]

[He calmly walked over, and cleared his throat.]

Guid day...

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[She'd heard him coming--her ears had twitched at the sound of his footsteps--but she hadn't looked up from her notes until he addressed her. The look of surprise on her tired face is obvious, but her tail wags once anyway.]

Peace be with you, Father Anderson, and good morning.

[fatherangeldust]

[This wasn't normal for him... but he had to adjust.]

... Might Ah ask why ye appear troubled?