[they start with text and then you gotta ask and be invited! but shale would invite her so we can assume she texts and they open a portal beneath her feet. whoosh!
marie will find herself inside a cottage that is very old-fashioned, fairly small and extremely cluttered. everything is made of wood and appears handmade and old, like something sturdy that has stood the test of time, but is a little lovingly worn. the only lighting in here is the gentle glow of candles, the fire in the hearth, and a lantern set out on the table, but there are cozy looking rounded windows with cheerful shutters that let in a crack of light and allow a peek out into the misty green garden space outside.
the particular room she arrives in looks like an eating area. there's a simple round wooden table and seven mismatched wooden chairs clustered around it, with seven place settings. (two additional chairs are in the corner near the hearth in case they come to be needed). a vase containing fresh cut lilies and painted with little butterflies and beetles sits in the middle of the table. in the corner, there's a small hearth fireplace giving off warmth, while a pot of something sits on the fire. it smells like something delicious is cooking. she can see a doorway that might lead into something like an old-fashioned kitchen.
despite these cozy vibes, there's something desperately cluttered but also impersonal about the place. the entire cottage she can make out is a little dusty. there are some places where there are cracks in the floor and walls and little plants or an assortment of mushrooms are poking through. a beetle (jewel green) skitters here and there. there are old teacups left out in random places, with rings of tea still in the bottom of them, and stacks of various items like bowls, containers of dried herbs, and gardening tools just left out haphazardly, gathering dust, forgotten. it altogether has the feeling of a place no one has actually lived in for a very long time, or a place that was one full of people and abruptly abandoned. the only indication it hasn't been abandoned are the large footprints occasionally tracked through the dust, mostly moving between the hearth and the hallway, as well as the fact that the food cooking clearly hasn't spoiled and the lilies on the table are fresh.
the walls are covered with shelves containing cute, handmade looking knick knacks and plateware. the plateware - cups, dishes, bowls, utensils, kettles - is all a mismatch of various cute colors and patterns, but no piece seems to go with any other piece. a lot of them are chipped or cracked. the knick knacks include wooden, painted figurines of an azure dragon curled around itself, a graceful little rose colored fox baring its teeth, a playful golden shiba inu, a mouse in a school uniform, a crow with its feathers puffed up, a cautious orange weasel, a lizard in a baseball cap, a cute little bluebird, a noble looking german shepherd, and an egyptian-style falcon, but there's actually a lot of space on the shelf for more figurines, and impressions in the dust that many more suck knick knacks once existed there. on the walls there are many hoops and frames that one would expect might contain things like embroidery or art projects or pictures of loved ones. instead, they all depict various species of butterfly, sometimes in embroidery, sometimes in paint, and sometimes just as a sketch.]
[they don't seem annoyed by this, just a little faintly sheepishly embarrassed.]
I haven't been using this place much for a while. But it's convenient for seeing all of you.
[by the way...marie will find she is a ghost! she is faintly translucent. she can still feel things physically, touch them, move them, but the feeling is a bit distant and it takes a little bit of effort.]
[they actually laugh a little when she says it looks like shit? they seem to genuinely find that funny. there's a bit of fondness for her, too. gross, disgusting, stop it.]
It's okay. I probably should tidy up before having company, but I don't know how well it would go, bringing you guys out into the garden.
[oh i meant she seems to find it gross when shale is nice but yeah that is accurate. it's very cute how she's like "i'm mean now but i still remember your interests and will compliment your home"]
Not vanish exactly. You'll probably see it in time -
[woops, there it goes. this whole place glitches out for a second, and they're in pitch blackness with gently falling snow. and then it's back.]
Yeah. I've got no idea what that would do to my tomatoes.
What the fuck!? What the fuck! [ Damn... ALMOST LIKE WHEN MOBIUS DISAPPEARED! ] Hey! That's not funny! What the hell's up with that? Did you guys go and download a fuckin' virus into the Prism now, or something?
I just don't wanna feel like I might just disappear, y'know? [ A brief pause, before she adds: ] Can I clean up around here? Or do something. Anything. Give me a chore to do while we talk.
I sort of think of these as meant to remind me about all the people I'm fond of, even when they're not here. But I'll always be here when I'm being reminded...?
[ She doesn’t have it in her to snap the broom in half because ghostie but she thinks about it. And then immediately brushes the thought aside, focusing on sweeping.
Once Wicked has finished she just sweeps it up into the pan…
Do they have a can or something she can just drop all this dust and whatever in? ]
You’re so cheesy. Doesn’t it feel weird always spewing out garbage like that? It sends shivers down my spine.
[ Despite her words she is feeling… happy.
And I wanna put it on record in case it’s never threaded out that she would make the shittiest wood carving ever. And then just tell them that it’s a potato. ]
No, feels pretty natural. If it bothers you, I can tone it down a bit.
[they can tell she is feeling happy it's fine they aren't toning down shit. they do not seem to mind being called cheesy. anyway, that's precious. also, yes, there is a little bin.]
I tend to always go with the feelings that feel right to me. I don't see much point in hiding things or changing myself, but I don't see much point in being unkind to people who have been nothing but kind to me.
[and honestly, wicked has. he'll respect her preference of being referred to as a different person because, sure. but it's pretty clear she remembers and is still responding to their prior conversations, just in a ruder tone. rudeness doesn't bother him, all of his friends are rude af.]
If I knew how to get you home, I'd do it whether or not you helped me. But I understand. Most relationships are based on a person needing something from someone who can give it to them.
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w4, tuesday
marie will find herself inside a cottage that is very old-fashioned, fairly small and extremely cluttered. everything is made of wood and appears handmade and old, like something sturdy that has stood the test of time, but is a little lovingly worn. the only lighting in here is the gentle glow of candles, the fire in the hearth, and a lantern set out on the table, but there are cozy looking rounded windows with cheerful shutters that let in a crack of light and allow a peek out into the misty green garden space outside.
the particular room she arrives in looks like an eating area. there's a simple round wooden table and seven mismatched wooden chairs clustered around it, with seven place settings. (two additional chairs are in the corner near the hearth in case they come to be needed). a vase containing fresh cut lilies and painted with little butterflies and beetles sits in the middle of the table. in the corner, there's a small hearth fireplace giving off warmth, while a pot of something sits on the fire. it smells like something delicious is cooking. she can see a doorway that might lead into something like an old-fashioned kitchen.
despite these cozy vibes, there's something desperately cluttered but also impersonal about the place. the entire cottage she can make out is a little dusty. there are some places where there are cracks in the floor and walls and little plants or an assortment of mushrooms are poking through. a beetle (jewel green) skitters here and there. there are old teacups left out in random places, with rings of tea still in the bottom of them, and stacks of various items like bowls, containers of dried herbs, and gardening tools just left out haphazardly, gathering dust, forgotten. it altogether has the feeling of a place no one has actually lived in for a very long time, or a place that was one full of people and abruptly abandoned. the only indication it hasn't been abandoned are the large footprints occasionally tracked through the dust, mostly moving between the hearth and the hallway, as well as the fact that the food cooking clearly hasn't spoiled and the lilies on the table are fresh.
the walls are covered with shelves containing cute, handmade looking knick knacks and plateware. the plateware - cups, dishes, bowls, utensils, kettles - is all a mismatch of various cute colors and patterns, but no piece seems to go with any other piece. a lot of them are chipped or cracked. the knick knacks include wooden, painted figurines of an azure dragon curled around itself, a graceful little rose colored fox baring its teeth, a playful golden shiba inu, a mouse in a school uniform, a crow with its feathers puffed up, a cautious orange weasel, a lizard in a baseball cap, a cute little bluebird, a noble looking german shepherd, and an egyptian-style falcon, but there's actually a lot of space on the shelf for more figurines, and impressions in the dust that many more suck knick knacks once existed there. on the walls there are many hoops and frames that one would expect might contain things like embroidery or art projects or pictures of loved ones. instead, they all depict various species of butterfly, sometimes in embroidery, sometimes in paint, and sometimes just as a sketch.]
Hey. Sorry, little bit messy.
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Achoo... !
[ She brings her blazer sleeve up to rub her nose. ]
Did you just move in? Jesus... I know it's been a minute, but your place is more of a mess than Bass' was last time I was there.
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[they don't seem annoyed by this, just a little faintly sheepishly embarrassed.]
I haven't been using this place much for a while. But it's convenient for seeing all of you.
[by the way...marie will find she is a ghost! she is faintly translucent. she can still feel things physically, touch them, move them, but the feeling is a bit distant and it takes a little bit of effort.]
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[ A brief pause. She looks at the wooden figurines, lifting a hand and finally… realizing that that’s not right.
But at the same time she’s seen this shit before back in Mobius. Staring at her hand, her lips twist into a frown. ]
… Sorry. It’s not that bad. [ And she’s being honest, too. ]
But I seriously can’t stand it — You got a bucket and a mop? One of those fuckers might have a dust allergy, y’know.
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It's okay. I probably should tidy up before having company, but I don't know how well it would go, bringing you guys out into the garden.
[the ghosties.]
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Yeah. Maybe.
[ She swipes a finger across one of the shelves, crinkling her nose at the dust. ]
Would we just vanish while we’re out there, or something?
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Not vanish exactly. You'll probably see it in time -
[woops, there it goes. this whole place glitches out for a second, and they're in pitch blackness with gently falling snow. and then it's back.]
Yeah. I've got no idea what that would do to my tomatoes.
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[ AND THEN SHIT GLITCHES OUT?? ]
What the fuck!? What the fuck! [ Damn... ALMOST LIKE WHEN MOBIUS DISAPPEARED! ] Hey! That's not funny! What the hell's up with that? Did you guys go and download a fuckin' virus into the Prism now, or something?
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It's alright. It's, uh, something to do with you guys, but I have it more under control than you think.
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:(
She is reassured. ]
Right, okay... Good.
I just don't wanna feel like I might just disappear, y'know? [ A brief pause, before she adds: ] Can I clean up around here? Or do something. Anything. Give me a chore to do while we talk.
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If it will make you feel better, by all means.
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She grabs the broom, it nearly slips from her fingers but then she tightens her grip to keep it upright. ]
A clean home is a happy home, as they say. [ She begins sweeping the floor. ] So. Wood carving? You do that often?
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[they will help tidy up, gathering dishes and stuff, but gesture at the various little animals.]
Now that you've been here, next time there might be one for you, too.
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[ A fucking monkey. ]
Did the prism make one for you? Seems a little shitty of it to leave out the owner of the, uh, space.
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It's like... a gift.
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[ anger anger anger affection ]
I'll just make you one.
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[they don't react to the anger at all, just pleasantly pleased.]
If it's a gift from you, then that's something I'd love to have.
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Once Wicked has finished she just sweeps it up into the pan…
Do they have a can or something she can just drop all this dust and whatever in? ]
You’re so cheesy. Doesn’t it feel weird always spewing out garbage like that? It sends shivers down my spine.
[ Despite her words she is feeling… happy.
And I wanna put it on record in case it’s never threaded out that she would make the shittiest wood carving ever. And then just tell them that it’s a potato. ]
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[they can tell she is feeling happy it's fine they aren't toning down shit. they do not seem to mind being called cheesy. anyway, that's precious. also, yes, there is a little bin.]
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[ She dumps all the dust and dirt into the bin. ]
Feelings like that come natural for most people. It's normal, at least.
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[and honestly, wicked has. he'll respect her preference of being referred to as a different person because, sure. but it's pretty clear she remembers and is still responding to their prior conversations, just in a ruder tone. rudeness doesn't bother him, all of his friends are rude af.]
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She looks at the cracks in the floor, at some of the stray mushrooms blooming out. ]
I'm only like this because you're probably gonna help me get back home, you know?
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If I knew how to get you home, I'd do it whether or not you helped me. But I understand. Most relationships are based on a person needing something from someone who can give it to them.
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