You know this song?

...who IS this?

"Oh, hello there." She gives her usual cordial smile, waving with the hand not currently holding a disposable hot cup. "Pardon the intrusion- I was just going about my day and, to my horror, realized I hadn't quite gotten enough sugar in my tea here. As you said, the door was open, so I felt it wouldn't be too much trouble to grab a quick spoonful."

And on the bench at the local park, one would happen to spot... a large man sitting there with a tiny black cat in his lap. She's got a harness on, and the leash is wrapped around his hand. She's staring at passersby with massive eyes, while his big hand settles on her back as he glances at his phone.

"Oh, what a darling little thing!" This finely-dressed woman's gloved hands were folded together by her cheek, her ice-cold irises aglow with genuine delight. Her gaze sought out that of the one keeping the little cat close by, however engrossed he may have been in his phone. "Pardon me, sir- might I ask to hold and pet your cat for just a little while?"

"And my capacity to act on such a threat is... well, not what it used to be. If only I had access to an illusion spell, or even some simple wards..."

"As far as spells go...I'm afraid my knowledge in such measures is lacking. I'm not lacking in supernatural abilities, but they're more innate and quite specific rather than something which could be learned or loaned. Best I could offer is protective service, though rates and a schedule would need to be worked out."

"How does one design a 'keep out' sign without it inadvertently looking like an invitation? Maybe if there's no sign, then people won't get curious..."

"Maybe the secret lies not in the sign itself, but what the surrounding environment broadcasts to would-be violators. You could just messily scribble the words onto a piece of paper, but if you pinned that paper to the wall or door with, say, a knife, it comes across as a veiled threat. Even if you don't intend to follow through, some may feel that one who puts up a note with a knife surely has blades to spare and the intent to use them if pressed."

"I gotta say...having a corporeal body again is pretty nice! I like being alive again, but I kinda miss being able to levitate. Ghosty things were so fun."

"It's a grand time, isn't it? Perhaps there's a way to learn how to levitate again without needing to die. Best to get a move on with learning before incorporeality decides to stick."

"I've still never managed to celebrate Valentine's Day. I'm hoping one day I can. It doesn't have to be romantic, right...?"

"Not at all! Plenty of individuals allege to use the holiday as an excuse to drown their loneliness in chocolates and candy. You can always have an exchange of such treats with friends if you wish to take a less cynical approach, as well."

● "I think if we're going to vote on public executions, perhaps some more creative ideas should be put on the table? I recommend those movies about the cute little puppet that puts people in death traps for inspiration~!"

"This place really does feel a little more like home every day... I think a little creativity in the engineering of televised deaths would go a long way, but not every one of the traps in those movies is a winner. Hopefully a discerning executioner can separate the wheat from the chaff and give us something spectacular."

"You want to sing too, oui? Your voice surely has a unique quality to it. Why is it only a fantasy to you?"

"It's a bit of selfishness I'm keeping myself from giving into. If I start singing for others I won't want to give it up, and by the time this city has restored everything I was back in my world...few would be able to hear my song and live."

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

Lullaby to Hell, babe - Reaper’s got your name!

"I'll admit didn't think the first thing I'd do getting here would be considering a dance. Feels just a little too like all those movies you see with people doing that exact same thing." The battleship said smiling as she managed to finally stabilize herself from "purposely" floating and spinning around like a fool. "But the way you did all that all alone could get anyone in the mood to join ya'. Got a lot of skill you know that?"

Margaret giggled softly at the compliment about her skill. "Thank you very much! I've worked quite hard to learn to conduct myself with grace even when I'm horribly out of my depth, so it's good to know that's paying off." She smiled in return, giving a nod of acknowledgement. "You seem to have figured it out for yourself, too. All the better to enjoy the time we have here before we resume our plain lives walking upon solid ground, hmm?"

"While sunscreen is important, it should be the least of your worries if you plan on attempting to explore the dungeon in any capacity. It certainly won't save you from what supposedly lies within."

“Oh, I know. There could be any manner of vicious beast within more than ready to flay the flesh from our bones or bestow a dreadful curse destined to seep into one’s very bloodline for generations. I’m just much more prepared to take such challenges on at a moment’s notice than I am the merciless hand of UV radiation.”