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cadereagratia) wrote2023-02-20 02:21 pm
cadereagratia) wrote2023-02-20 02:21 pm
PSL/Meme Continuation
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[Ha, other girls at sleepovers. It’s the late 90s/early aughts where she’s from, and obviously that means there can only be one girl in a friend group. Or, well, there were two, but.]
[There is a weird little flash of… hope? excitement? in the idea that, just by hiking around and researching enough, one might be able to contact the dead. Not like Aubrey was attached to this place, anyway.]
[And yet.]
Hah. I… kinda figured that, already.
[A pause. Best not to linger on that too long.] It’s worth looking, though, isn’t it? Better than not trying at all....
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I've always thought so.
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[That gets her full attention. It’s almost startling.]
Then…[A short huff.] What the hell are you doing here? Can’t go find some ghost friends? [Which would be mockery, normally, but somehow not this time. It’s… almost curious?]
a bit of headcanon about post-canon here
[If he's here, then where is Noah Czerny?
[He mutters it, more to himself than anyone - almost as if he's forgotten Aubrey is there.]
I can't leave.
I'm trying...
[He glances back to her.]
My body's on the line. I'm stuck.
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[There is a slight temptation to prod the guy, see if he’s actually corporeal. Maybe not just yet, though; it’s been a long, long night as-is.]
[Aubrey only partially catches the mutter, but it’s enough to fill in the rest. She’s started leaning in ever so slightly; when he glances back she nearly jumps.]
So you’re… stuck on a ley line. Physically, somehow. [Oh, the temptation to poke him is bad.] You think if… ugh, [the thought is gross, but,] if your “body” moved, you’d be able to… pass on? get out of here? [Left unsaid: Visit someone else?]
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That can't happen. Unique circumstances, if you recall me saying that.
The place where I died doesn't...exist, in so many words...
[But his...body is there. It's...hard to explain, or comprehend, even for him.]
So, I'm here.
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[Aubrey frowns. Swears under her breath. Whatever, not like she was gonna dig up a grave anyway…]
[She steps back, folds her arms again. Her posture’s more slumped than stiff, now.] You must be really bored. [Not sympathetic. Kinda back to thinking he’s full of shit again.]
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I've as much as told you that, haven't I?
Eat shit.
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[Immediately Aubrey goes wide-eyed, just for a beat. Then snorts.] Excuse me? Buddy, [but she’s… kind of laughing? faintly?] what the hell is wrong with you?
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[He flicks his cigarette butt off into whatever liminal space they're occupying.]
Just use your imagination. I've given you enough material, I'm sure.
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Hah, plenty. Believe me. [She swipes at her eyes briefly, trying to make it look casual—and for extra measure, jabs at him. Could hit him in the side, slap his arm, whatever; it’s a “are you actually corporeal” and “please don’t notice I’ve started crying” combo platter.]