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hooks her arm around hers. for what reason? no one knows…
"Molly!"
Closer does Lunella pull the other by their now linked arms, grinning from ear to ear as she playfully bumps up against her.
"Where have you BEEN, girl?! I've missed you!"
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“He’s going to kill someone! Someone’s gonna get killed!”
meme & accepting
Watching Beetlejuice causing chaos to get his (or Lydia's) way was nothing new. She knew to other people, though, they might feel just a bit concerned. Or A LOT concerned. They were in the Neitherworld, so it's not like anybody really got hurt, and certainly nobody was going to die. Lydia let out a giggle and formed the little a-okay symbol with her fingers looking at Molly, who was clearly terrified.
"Don't worry about it! Things work a little different here than in our world."
"Need a hand?" starter prompt, sent by @crsdtm
"No, no no," Stanford waves a dismissive hand without much thought at the stranger's voice, thumb pressing down on the top of his pen over and over. Click click click click - he could've sworn he picked up something around here. There was a peculiar reading, usually meaning some form of anomalous activity was about. Strange for it to be so high in the Midwest - he had figured Oregon was the only hotspot. Exceptions happen, of course. Sometimes one or five might pop up here and there. Brighton, however, seems filled to the brim with very similar readings. Hopefully the readings can be identified soon - it took some convincing to rope Stan in to explore this town. The ocean is nowhere. This was not part of the plan. Ford's not about to ignore such high readings, though. ...Suppose it's better to ask than to keep it to himself, though. Have to word it carefully - people might turn away from him if he outright said 'I think your town is infested with cryptids or otherwise supernatural creatures.'
"Wait- actually... yes. I think you could provide a bit of aid, if you are willing." The clicking of his pen slows as he glances - down. Little girl, probably about his niece's age, maybe younger, maybe stubborn - did she not plan on leaving him alone when he said no the first time? ...He's starting to get sidetracked. "Er... Stanford Pines," he holds out his hand in offering - the wrist containing an odd looking wristwatch with a mini satellite dish he was watching before. "I am a -" a paranormal investigator? Scientist in all things 'weird?' Cryptid and alien enthusiast? Last he checked, that is a surefire, bonafide way to get called a nutjob - "...I am simply... passing through." Too vague, but maybe good enough. "...My brother is restocking our supplies before we head out on the road. I figured it be best to take in our surroundings and observe the area on my own." Which, isn't entirely a lie. Stan might be pickpocketing stores. Good lying means basing it upon some of the truth, and not revealing everything. "You... wouldn't happen to be a local, would you?" Could be in luck. She could take him to wherever these energy readings are highest. If not, well, he knows where not to look.
@crsdtm is gonna love this!
A carefully wrapped box was placed into the other's hands, Lunella practically bouncing in place out of sheer excitement.
"I made you something!"
