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[let's explore! laudna has changed into her gown, though her long hair is still down and pinned into her red and black flower crown. she's looking around the haunted house now, fiddling with one of the walls where moaning and scratching sounds are coming.]
Hello? Anyone in there?
Hello? Anyone in there?
[Damn, she's severely underdressed for this. Camille's exuding cusping gen x/millenial in a dark sweater and jeans with worn in ankle boots, and looks ever more out of place now that Laudna's dressed for the part.]
Hoping to make friends? [She approaches slowly with respectable distance. Now that she understands hauntings may be real, things are different.] I don't know that they're happy to see us.
Hoping to make friends? [She approaches slowly with respectable distance. Now that she understands hauntings may be real, things are different.] I don't know that they're happy to see us.
[Frowning.]
Yeah. I uh, read your profile. [Surely the real Camille's high as a kite in a hospital bed downtown. That's no comfort to comatose hallucination Camille, who must be having these conversations.] Are you the raising the dead kind, or more into putting them to rest?
Yeah. I uh, read your profile. [Surely the real Camille's high as a kite in a hospital bed downtown. That's no comfort to comatose hallucination Camille, who must be having these conversations.] Are you the raising the dead kind, or more into putting them to rest?
[One slow nod as she checks off another confirmed theory. Early fifties and partially putrefied, of course she's for real undead.
Good thing she had a long stare-down with the walls of the outhouse yesterday. The existential crisis has quieted in the anemic light of day, and she's able to broach the subject with only a minor roll of the stomach.]
That's interesting. [Her lips twitch. Brows furrow.] If I'm distracting you, let me know, but...is that what you wanted? Being raised?
Good thing she had a long stare-down with the walls of the outhouse yesterday. The existential crisis has quieted in the anemic light of day, and she's able to broach the subject with only a minor roll of the stomach.]
That's interesting. [Her lips twitch. Brows furrow.] If I'm distracting you, let me know, but...is that what you wanted? Being raised?
Oh, it's alright. It's natural to be curious.
[she definitely also doesn't look like a person in her early 50s. aside from the rotting corpse aspect, she doesn't look older than early 20s.]
I never asked to be raised, but I never asked to be killed, either. I'm not sure what I wanted had anything to do with that. I may as well ask if being born was what you wanted.
[she definitely also doesn't look like a person in her early 50s. aside from the rotting corpse aspect, she doesn't look older than early 20s.]
I never asked to be raised, but I never asked to be killed, either. I'm not sure what I wanted had anything to do with that. I may as well ask if being born was what you wanted.
[That's what tipped her off. Even if there are other incongruous ages on the bulletin, she's the only one Camille's met thus far that comes with an undead aura.
She scoffs, but it's with a smile. Appreciative.]
You've got a point.
Is that why you put souls to rest? Giving them back some stolen peace?
She scoffs, but it's with a smile. Appreciative.]
You've got a point.
Is that why you put souls to rest? Giving them back some stolen peace?
You're the first person I've met with a kind word for their landlord. But I get it. I don't know that I'd run a service either in your shoes.
[She raps her knuckles against the wall.]
What's your verdict here? Are we in danger? Or just going to be annoyed for a bit?
[She raps her knuckles against the wall.]
What's your verdict here? Are we in danger? Or just going to be annoyed for a bit?
[laudna can be found on monday down by the water, sticking her hand in the nasty water to collect leeches. she's wearing a gown, and she has black ink all over her body in the shape of tree branches, mimicking the branch pattern on the lace of her dress. words occasionally appear in the branches. right now, the phrase You know she doesn't have your best interests at heart... is visible.]
Good morning!
Good morning!
Morning.
[Camille's out and about on a mope, surely much less useful than whatever Laudna's plotting with the leeches. Her own writing is treacherous. When she left the theater she was clean. Approaching Laudna her leg declares, it runs in the family.]
What are you doing with those?
[Camille's out and about on a mope, surely much less useful than whatever Laudna's plotting with the leeches. Her own writing is treacherous. When she left the theater she was clean. Approaching Laudna her leg declares, it runs in the family.]
What are you doing with those?
Edited 2024-06-11 12:16 (UTC)
[if you are taking them to the theater i s2g
Anyway she looks so Camille looks. Immediately filled with dismay.]
So much for personal privacy.
Anyway she looks so Camille looks. Immediately filled with dismay.]
So much for personal privacy.
[SUSPICIOUS]
You're an ignorance is bliss kind of girl? [Except this next passage is even more worrying.] Is that why you're feeding..."her"?
You're an ignorance is bliss kind of girl? [Except this next passage is even more worrying.] Is that why you're feeding..."her"?
Laudna, what did you do with those leeches.
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