#scarletcursed

okay, truth be told, this was an accident. it's not like she woke up and figured, hey, let's take myself for a spin. this was, is, and will hopefully be forever known as accident numero... something in the grand scheme of things. (don't ask her to number the accidents and times she's gotten lost; she's got dyscalculia, okay?)

and, you know what, maybe it's because of the month. halloween month. spooky, scary stuff all around.

at least she landed herself inside of a house. one in desperate need of a paint job, sure, but at least it's a house. sort of warm. a roof above her head.

it looks huge.

looks like the perfect place to explore.

from here + always accepting.

once again another thought left her mouth unfiltered, and caesar couldn’t control the laughter which escaped him; an instinctual response to her truthful, honest opinion regarding the subject matter. what a delightful woman, intelligent and unique in her approach —- nobody could deny her presence was memorable, and caesar had no intentions of driving her away.

once he’d managed to control his reaction a bit more, he decided to speak. “ there’s an incredible amount of imbeciles among us, probably more than either of us think. experience has taught me as much. ”

[ OFFER ] ― sender offers receiver a blunt or joint. / stella lmao

irene’s blank expression studies tabitha. she’s not offended in the slightest; not that you’d be able to tell. “i’m just doing my job,” she states plainly, “everyone’s soul has to be taken eventually, whether i have a personal liking for them or not.” she cocks her head slightly, almost amused by tabitha’s inquiry.

“i’ll tell you everything, as it is time, but whether you believe me is up to you. i can only do so much to prove myself.” a shrug follows suit. “surely you’ve heard of the grim reaper? i tend to describe myself as working in the funeral industry, but the reality is that i reap souls. i send them off to what people call the afterlife. this has been the case for your mother, and well, everyone else who dies.” she gives a succinct nod, as if satisfied with her explanation so far, before looking around and the few gathered. irene shows no signs of impatience, willing to talk for as long as it takes. “as far as my continued presence, i’m drawn to death, as you can guess. perhaps it’s just in me to try and prepare as many people as possible for it.”

“oh yeah?”

pat’s eyes follow stella’s, looking towards the woods as she scratches the back of her neck. cryptids sounded a whole lot better than demons or werewolves and were probably somewhat safer. her gaze moves back to stella and she shrugs. “yunno what? i’ll join. bigfoot can’t be that harmful, right?” he seemed like he was camera shy, anyways.

"how strict are the regulations about medication? as in, do you happen to have something that works for, like, headaches?"

"i am."

anya's own response is unsure, as if questioning herself and her own position upon prompting. she eyes tabitha as she stands in front of her—watching her completely avoid eye contact has anya doing the same, focusing on the cabinets on the wall behind her.