"Damn, that's like... 30 fucking years ago." To a child like Mary Grace, that's a long time ago. Nearly twice her lifetime. She swirls the hell-aged whiskey in the bottle thoughtfully, trying to figure out just what the fuck that even means.
"Or we're just in some old ass ghost town?" She shrugs and takes a swig. "Gotta be a million of these things in the hills. Ain't no one wants to live out here." Or spend Halloween night out here.
"That is thirty fucking years ago. It would be more coincidental if it was some sort of anniversary or something, but the last entry was in April. Still," Trudy says, drumming short trimmed nails against the the table between them. "Could be that we accidentally got teleported to a ghost town. Maybe it looks like Elflock because it's... a proto town? Odd, though." The expression she wears is engaged, alight, someone who enjoys solving puzzles. Suddenly, she turns to Mary Grace more fully. "Did you go through the door with anyone else?" She furrows her brows, nails still tap-tap-tapping away, thoughtful. "I was there with Jupiter and Audrey, and they're not here now. Could be that they got left behind, sure, but I know you weren't there with me. No one else was, either. But it seemed like we arrived at the same time, in about the same place, right? That's odd."
"April's got a bad aesthetic," Mary Grace says with a shrug. Clearly the door considered this before sending them.
"Ugh," is her response to Trudy's question, and she takes another drink to keep that eloquence flowing. "Yes. I went with Felicity and you know that bitch got waffles." She wants waffles. Or anything to eat right now. Like jerkey. Even ghost jerkey.
"Rainy," Trudy agrees, "Which, ordinarily I don't mind, but it would just liquefy all the grime everywhere."
"I wouldn't doubt that Jupiter also got waffles," Trudy comments, then holds her hand out for the bottle. "I like waffles. The squares all make nice receptacles for even syrup distribution."
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"Or we're just in some old ass ghost town?" She shrugs and takes a swig. "Gotta be a million of these things in the hills. Ain't no one wants to live out here." Or spend Halloween night out here.
LA CHAIR ENCHANTÉE (THREAD): Gettin' A Buzz On
LA CHAIR ENCHANTÉE (THREAD): Gettin' A Buzz On
"Ugh," is her response to Trudy's question, and she takes another drink to keep that eloquence flowing. "Yes. I went with Felicity and you know that bitch got waffles." She wants waffles. Or anything to eat right now. Like jerkey. Even ghost jerkey.
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"I wouldn't doubt that Jupiter also got waffles," Trudy comments, then holds her hand out for the bottle. "I like waffles. The squares all make nice receptacles for even syrup distribution."