#lynne 02

Lifting up her arm in a wave, the newly turned witch stood by the entrance of the decrepit cabin awaiting the arrival of her friend. It had been a while since the two had spent some time together, and when the suggestion of taking part of the Halloween festivities came up, Red was more than happy to take Lynne up on it. However.. ghost hunting wasn’t quite what she was expecting to do, but hopefully nothing bad would come from it..

[ You, uh. Ready to go in? ] almost sounding nervous, the Transistor spoke up once the woman got a little closer; Red unable to help herself by throwing her broom an almost confused look. Considering his situation, he should have been the least nervous between the three of them.. [ Red’s got a camera, and well. I’m enough of a flashlight to look around, I think. Anything else we might need? Never done this kind of thing before. ]

While he did end up agreeing to explore the bazaars with her, Clive had no hopes to find something that'd strike him familiar; his reality had nothing you couldn't easily find in Spirale, or at the very least nothing he could name from the top of his head. In the same fashion, the former Reporter doubted just as much that there'd be something personal for him to find. Or if he'd even notice, should there be something after all.

He didn't voice that thought, though, not about to drag her giddy mood down with his complaints, calling a trip she's looking forward to as pointless. Besides, should she find something intriguing — that'd be delightful enough. Even if he loathed what the stars were playing at, here.

"— Have you been here before?" likely not, seeing how these only started recently, but Clive wouldn't be surprised if it's otherwise. Still, it strikes him that he should probably keep a mental record on where they're going, lest they get lost in this mess.

“OK, hear me out, I’ve got an idea.” Sure they might be holed up in a building to hide from the monsters, but that doesn’t mean they’re helpless, right?

“I go out there, and I set them on fire. How does that sound?” She’s got a spell for that, or she’s sure there’s matches in this place somewhere. Either way, she can definitely be trusted with this plan.

Carmen has to admit that she’s interested in the holiday celebrations-- in fact, she wasted no time going out to see what the shops were offering. Everything’s so festive, and all the red is doing wonders for her aesthetic.

She’s sampling a few of the chocolates she bought when she spots a familiar face across the store. Maybe she’s just in a good mood, but it couldn’t hurt to strike up a conversation, could it?