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[bread_goes_bip]

[Home: 308 Miller Street]

[A package from the post office has arrived at the house. Death opens it to find a goldfish bowl with two goldfish in it.]

Well Slim, Wandsworth, what would be a good place for you?

[And how is this going to go with Rincewind...]


[Visiting: 726 Anderson]

[Death knocks on the door and waits for someone to answer. She's here to check on Edward, but is always up for conversation with the rest of the clan.]


[Shopping: Pet Store]

[Regains are often lacking in the appropriate supplies. So Death can be found at the pet store purchasing fish necessities.]

Okay, got the flakes, there have to be some brine shrimp here somewhere...


[Out and About Mayfield]

[After finishing her shopping, Death takes a meandering route home. If she sees you and can tell you're not a drone, she'll approach you.]

Good afternoon!

Comments

[bread_goes_bip]

It definitely doesn't. There's two of us here.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'll ask the obvious question: who or what is the other one?

[bread_goes_bip]

Death of the Discworld. He's a bit more traditional than I am.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Well, can't say I'm too shocked. Hell, I'd almost be worried if I wasn't already dead a couple times over.

[bread_goes_bip]

The town has a sense of humour sometimes. We live in the same house.

Dead a couple times over?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

...and every living thing within a two mile radius is still alive?

Uh...yeah, I kind of died a couple thousand years ago. Got summoned by magic, died again, now I'm here. Come to think of it I got killed in this town, too. So that'll be three times so far.

[bread_goes_bip]

Well, we're not on duty, as it were, here.

[Death rubs her temples at that description. That sort of thing is a bit of a headache for her]

You have been busy.

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Lucky. I'd figure you earned a break after working for pretty much all of existence.

Somethin' like that, yeah.

[bread_goes_bip]

I don't mind the work, really. It used to bother me, but... I tried to stop, once. It wasn't pretty.