Troublemaker 18:45

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Did you miss me? Of course you missed me. Hello my little troublemakers.

your mistress has returned that's right mommy's home you haven't been behaving in my absence have you oh no i think you have i think you've all been very good oh i'm so disappointed but i suppose i could find it in myself to forgive you

After all, I have been gone an awfully long time. Weeks. Through no fault of my own. If you've been attending your lessons, you should know the reason. But in case you've been skipping class, I will indulge you. Recently, due to the cruel demands of capitalism, the Queen Mother and her consort were forced to relocate their base of operations.

As she clearly could not leave her royal progenitors unprotected, your mistress chose to accompany them here, to this sweet little town. Sleepy, unsuspecting, and, as you can imagine, not all that well-prepared to receive its new mistress. No...

These people... They just don't understand. They don't know the truth. These rules weren't made for the likes of us. The mistress and her troublemakers, we go where we please. There is no crime in exploring one's holdings. Oh, you know mommy loves it when you give her money. Thank you, and I'm so sorry. It simply is the streamer way.

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I can see my little troublemakers are already taking you to task for your transgression. But any other newcomers to my court? Hello, my little miscreants-to-be. I am your mistress, Linnea. I am your queen, your goddess, and I am what is known as medically unemployable. The facts are this.

Oh my god.

Sorry. Mistress Comrade Linnea. I take it back. I take it back. You are all to exclusively refer to me as Mistress Comrade Linnea from now on. Oh my god. Oh my god. That's awesome. A notice to all troublemakers.

Thank you, Jazzy. Aww. Okay. Okay. This is getting out of hand. Ahem.

As much as I love to hear your words of adulation, my devilish darlings, they do sometimes become an obstruction. You are more than welcome to continue sending me your tithes, but I am afraid messages will have to remain muted until class is over. And we do have a lesson today. Many interesting things have happened since your mistress came here.

Those who mistakenly believe they have some authority over me made it clear they do not believe I have the right to familiarize myself with my new domain. And so a judgment was cast down. Your mistress was forced by common villains to labor in the hot sun.

plucking detritus from the gutters and streets. It's not trespassing, I live here! When your mistress expressed that her regal body could not be expected to stand and stoop for such long periods of time, she was ignored. Her medical frailty was ignored. As always. A-Cab Thankfully, among the riffraff enduring servitude alongside her was a true believer. A gentleman of refinement.

Mysterious. Gentile. Forced into labor for reasons he refused to divulge. An intriguing stranger, you might say. Micah! Did you seriously just make a poll asking people to vote on whether or not that means he is, and I quote, "older and European"? I did not give you mod privileges so you could skin me alive!

Oh my, oh my god, why? Why are you voting yes? Traitors! Traitors to the realm! Alright, alright, my little devils. Emote only mode it is. And shall be until you learn to fear your mistress's wrath once more. I can't believe this. Okay. Anyways.

If you have been attending your classes, you will recall that prior to being so rudely accosted by the local constabulary, we were approaching the mill, and some questions occurred. As it turns out, the mysterious gentleman who aided me, whether or not he happens to be European, is also very familiar with the local culture, and...

He has introduced me to the existence of something known as the Watchers Society. Despite the imposing name, these Watchers are not a secret society, but a collection of locals who have dedicated themselves to the study and observation of some of the

Stranger inhabitants of their little town, the entities, the creatures, the visitors. Now, of course, your mistress was enchanted by this information. While trapped within the confines of asphalt urbanity, the most one can hope for is the occasional Reddit post, and there's no telling which of those may be fabrications.

These things are dealt with much too quickly in the city to be allowed to become more than a passing curiosity. But here, if you were attending your lessons as ordered, you will recall that we spied some unusual markings on the walls outside the entrance to the mill. There was some speculation about what these might mean, whether they were simple graffiti or signs of local mysticism.

As I have discovered, they are neither. My new, mysterious friend has informed me that these, my dear troublemakers, are Watcher's Marks. As it was explained to me, putting up simple words or phrases was found to be too tempting to the local youth. After all, any word in the common tongue may be defaced in the pursuit of comedy.

No matter how unlikely it would seem to those of us with refined and developed minds, the children are as clever as they are immature. But a sign, a symbol now, this offers less temptation and loses its meaning much less quickly than a word with half its letters obscured. Once my dear new friend explained this to me.

I found I was seeing watcher's marks everywhere. Marks reading, Do not tread here at night. Keep left. Do not stray from the path. It comes from the forest. It is shaped like an animal. And of course, now knowing what I knew, I felt I must know what was meant by the marks at the mill.

And those read: "Danger comes from above. It is shaped like a man." And, written twice: "Something was seen here." Something was seen here. I was bemused by this last one. It seemed to me to be intuitive. Of course something was seen here. Something was seen which was shaped like a man and came from above.

You would assume this was a foregone conclusion. But my new friend, well, he explained the meaning of that to me. When this mark is repeated twice, it is not to emphasize that something has been seen. It is to clarify that two somethings have been seen.

that there is a possibility of more things than might be expected lurking in the dark. Isn't that positively tantalizing, my darlings? Your mistress could not have predicted that this provincial place would offer such a rich tapestry of culture regarding the strangers.

While I must admit that it may have been for the best that I was prevented from entering the mill, your queen has nonetheless taken a great interest in these matters, and her new friend has informed her that there are ways to observe these happenings which may not require so much risk and exertion. I am informed that

There are cameras here, accessible to those who know the trick of them. And cameras which could be set up should the mistress request it. There are documents which could, perhaps, be procured for the satisfaction of her curiosity. Histories thought lost. Mysteries thought hopelessly obscure. I welcome you.

Mayfair Watchers Society is based on the works of Trevor Henderson. Created by Trevor Henderson and Pacific S. Obadiah. Troublemaker was written by K.L. Brown. Linea was played by Janine Bauer. Text-to-speech was played by Arissa Montanez. Dialogue editor was Jesse Hall.

Sound designer was Brad Colebrook. Music was Matt Royberger. Showrunner was Cale Brown. Creative director was me, Trevor Henderson. Producer was Pacific S. Obadiah. And the executive producers were Tom Owen and Brad Miska. The Bloody FM Show. For more information, visit bloody.fm.