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[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora Poste looks around the bar with some confusion. She had walked into Beershorn Halt today to spend a quiet hour or so in the Tea Shoppe, write another page or two of her immortal novel, and escape for a time the gloom of Cold Comfort Farm.

This is obviously not the Tea Shoppe, though she was certain she had indeed walked through its door. Beershorn Halt is a very small village—surely she could not have mixed up the buildings. Flora turns to leave, but takes another moment to look around.

What an extraordinary gathering. How is it that such a group of people came to be in rural Sussex? Granted, the Starkadders are odd, but the patrons of this establishment seem to be something else again. Flora remembers her objective to “live life, and collect material.” There is surely material aplenty here. So she cautiously takes a seat at an empty table.

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[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

She scowls a little - not Miss Poste's fault, just something from earlier.

"Yeah, I guess so." The small smile returns. "So, where are you from?" Witch Baby's wondering when the standard ream of introductory questions is going to get old. She figures it'll be once she stops getting completely insane answers.

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"London, for all intents and purposes," Flora replies. "Though I'm visiting with relatives here," Flora realizes that "here" might not be terribly enlightening. She's gleaned that the normal notions of what is where doesn't necessarily apply here. "In Sussex," she amends. "At Cold Comfort Farm, near Beershorn Halt."

ooc: Flora's mun is having a great time in Milliways, but if she's underslept at work tomorrow, things could get ugly. Would you be interested in Slow Time?

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

"So you're from Earth!" Witch Baby brightens visibly - London is even a place she recognizes, even though she's never been there. "How long've you been at Milliways?"

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora laughs--just the sheer notion that she has stumbled across a place where one would have to specify that one was from Earth. It's thoroughly delightful.

"Yes, I am," she replies. "And you? Are you from Earth as well?"

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"Yeah," replies Witch Baby. "I'm from Los Angeles - er, in the United States. But," she says, eyeing Flora's outfit, "I don't think I'm from the same time as you."

She looks at Flora curiously. "So, in your London - are there demons and weird blue goddesses and stuff?" Because, yeah, Fred and Illyria are from L.A., too, and even from around her time, but it's not really the same thing. Witch Baby thinks that her world - populated by any number of weird things and particularly by ghosts, fairy godmothers and animate mannequins - is completely normal.

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora is not quite sure which issue to address first. Suddenly, the Starkadders of Cold Comfort seem as bland as porridge compared to the people here. She begins to wonder if perhaps "Witch Baby" is a literal description of the young lady.

"My time," she says, hoping that her phrasing is correct, "is the 30s. The 1930s," she ammends, just in case. "And no, there are no demons or goddesses there, that I'm aware of. Just some ordinarily odd people. Are demons and goddesses normal where you're from? In your time?"

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

"I'm from--" it's hard for her not to say now, because here now for everyone is different, and it's all crazy and confusing, and even the future isn't right, because there are people from so far ahead-- "1996. And there's not...that stuff...where I'm from. I mean there's some weird stuff, ghosts maybe and my stepmom got three wishes from a genie, but not really freaky stuff. I just met some people here who are from Earth, but they have all that. So I wondered if maybe you did too." Yes, she's rambly.

[flora-poste.livejournal.com]

Flora has always been a sensible, level-headed lady. Thoughts of things like ghosts and demons, genies and goddesses have never really intruded into her orderly mind. The notion that they might actually exist is quite foreign to her and to the world in which she lives. But she has determined that, while she spends time in this strange new place, the only sensible thing to do is to accept it.

"No. Nothing like that. On my Earth." She really must make notes on all of this. It would make for a fascinating, if thoroughly strange, novel. "I do have some unusual relatives. And Cold Comfort Farm is presumably under a curse, though I think a little bit of sensible management would clear things up."

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

"A curse? What kinda curse?"

Witch Baby's also wondering how "a bit of sensible management" can clear up a curse. Hasn't seemed to work for her ever.

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"Well, Adam--he's one of their hired men--said something to the effect of the farm not prospering, but they seem to get by well enough. Honestly, it seems that they are cursed because they have convinced themselves they are somehow cursed. And so they simply let things fall to bits around them. And then there's Aunt Ada. She saw something nasty in the woodshed and it seems to have made her quite mad."

[drumbaby.livejournal.com]

Witch Baby grins - that's a much more manageable kind of curse. "Your family sounds like a lot of fun," she says.