𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚁. (
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open — an inspector calls.
Who: Helly and YOU!
When: Last week of Christmas
Where: Your very home...
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: n/a, will update as necessary!
You open your door to find a cheery redhead standing on your doorstep with a plate of cookies resting in the palm of her hand. If you look closely at the cookies, it's pretty obvious that they're shortbread from the store and definitely not homemade – but it's rude to stare, so don't scrutinise too closely.
"Hi!" Helly says brightly. "I'm Helly. I live on this street. I just moved here." A meaningful pause, with some deliberate emphasis on that phrase that hopefully makes sense, before she adds, "I was wondering if you wanted a cookie."
Maybe this is a little too close to the memory of the salesman for anyone's comfort, but Helly's thought about this. The only way to go door to door asking questions of people without rousing too much suspicion is to lace it thickly in the false pearly-white cheer of Sweetwater, until she can get some privacy. She rustles the cookies on the plate a little insistently, and lifts her eyebrows in what she hopes is an understandably meaningful way.
OOC — as I said in the CR meme, Helly is going door-to-door to introduce herself and try to suss out who here is in a similar boat to her. You can tag in if you'd like to meet her and thread out a conversation, OR we can just handwave that our characters have met in advance of the event!
When: Last week of Christmas
Where: Your very home...
Open/Closed: Open
Applicable Warnings: n/a, will update as necessary!
You open your door to find a cheery redhead standing on your doorstep with a plate of cookies resting in the palm of her hand. If you look closely at the cookies, it's pretty obvious that they're shortbread from the store and definitely not homemade – but it's rude to stare, so don't scrutinise too closely.
"Hi!" Helly says brightly. "I'm Helly. I live on this street. I just moved here." A meaningful pause, with some deliberate emphasis on that phrase that hopefully makes sense, before she adds, "I was wondering if you wanted a cookie."
Maybe this is a little too close to the memory of the salesman for anyone's comfort, but Helly's thought about this. The only way to go door to door asking questions of people without rousing too much suspicion is to lace it thickly in the false pearly-white cheer of Sweetwater, until she can get some privacy. She rustles the cookies on the plate a little insistently, and lifts her eyebrows in what she hopes is an understandably meaningful way.
OOC — as I said in the CR meme, Helly is going door-to-door to introduce herself and try to suss out who here is in a similar boat to her. You can tag in if you'd like to meet her and thread out a conversation, OR we can just handwave that our characters have met in advance of the event!
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"Pleased to meet you, Miss Helly. I'm Norton Folgate." He catches the emphasis she places on certain words, the hints that she wants to talk about more than just bickies. "Also new to the neighbourhood. Oo, are those shortbread? They'd be lovely with a pot of tea. Care to pop in for a visit while I put the kettle on?" And if she tries to murder him with a kitchen knife, he has a pistol in his closet.
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So she smiles right back, and steps into the house, carefully closing the door behind her. Still can't be absolutely certain that she's not trapped in here with one of the local bootlickers, so she eyes Norton carefully between glancing politely around his home.
"So when did you move here?"
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He keeps a bright smile on his face as he gestures for her to take a seat on the sofa.
"What about you? Where are you from, Miss Helly?"
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"I'm from..." A beat, as the realisation settles that she isn't sure how to answer that. "Y'know, I actually don't know. I guess America, but beyond that I have no idea. It's a long story."
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"Do you find this place a bit odd? I mean, not like home." Odd is an understatement, but he'll couch the words in the terms of a normal, ordinary culture shock for now.
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"So I take it you've also been forcibly pulled out of time and space to come play house in-" He twirls his hand around. "-whatever this is?"