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Controlled by - The Autumn Court
Other Players - The Emerald Saints (Spring Court, Patriot Faction)

South Boston, more commonly known as “Southie,” is populated largely by blue-collar Irish immigrants and their descendents. It’s a toss-up whether there are more Catholic churches or neighborhood pubs in the area, but Southie seems to have gotten stuck in the late ’50s, and there’s not much to draw people to the neighborhood. Those with talent or potential typically flee, moving up to Boston proper or elsewhere, leaving the surly, pious souls of South Boston trapped in their chronically worn neighborhood that feels nearly 50 years out of step with the times. The tightly knit community of South Boston is too conscious of outsiders (some might say blatantly xenophobic) to be a comfortable place for changelings (or any other supernaturals) who do not have a long history there. None the less, the changeling population of the neighborhood is only marginally less than the rest of the city. For as long as there's been Boston, there's been changelings living there.

Resident NPCs - Cancer John (Homeless Man, Bottom run thug for Carroll)

Bree shoulders her duffel, lately retrieved from the oak grove, where Stitch was astonished to see her pull it from the trunk of a tree. She examines everything with a curious eye, eventually finding the light switch and after a few tries, she figures out how it works.

"This is kind of like Tinkology, really."

She sets her duffel and a wooden box down on the sofa and wanders into the kitchen. She seems familiar enough with the refrigerator and the faucet, but the microwave mystifies her.

And then she discovers the coffeemaker.

"You have bean juice here!?" She hugs the device. "Oh sweet nectar of life...."

Bree snoops through the coldbox and the cabinets, seeming intrigued by the dishware.

"Wow, real glass? I'm getting spoiled."

She searches around until she finds the pantry and spends a full minute taking stock of every single item in it. The items wrapped in plastic pique her interest for a little while.

Soon, she makes her way into the other rooms, including the bathroom. There does not seem to be a single fixture in it with which she is not familiar.

"Oh thank the gods. You have standards."

The bedroom light switch proves no challenge and she pauses at the sight of the large bed, looking sad for a moment before turning out the light and making her way back to the living room. She sits down on the couch with a fatigued sigh.

"So...what happens now?"

Bree lays her head lay and grins lazily at Stitch.

"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess you're not looking for Restore Mana potions, Pigtails."

"Ummm...forgive my bluntness, but what the ******** is that?"

"Oh for the sake of Pete...." Bree groans and heaves herself to her feet, grabbing her staff and following Stitch.

((Cont'd The Hedge --> Bree & Stitch's Treefort, pg 1))

*Stitch yawns and stretches as she wakes up from her cat nap. Or bat nap as the case may be, seeing as she's hanging from the rafters. In one acrobatic motion she pulls herself up and flips down to the apartment floor below, landing about a yard or so from Bree.*

Morning, Witchykins. Whatcha doing?

*Acorn goes "Boink" against Stitch's forehead* Ow! Son, of a man n****e!

Okay, note to self, Stitch. Warn people before you drop in on them. sweatdrop