just discovered this show; couldn't help it

[weird_kid]

So you're...in my head, now. But that's not your power.

--No, but that's not-- how does that make sense? If I'm in your head, then that means that I'm not real.

That's not possible.

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[hauntedhome]

{ Lydia sees this bickering and can't keep her attention from lingering. She understands this alarmed confusion; in fact the reality of the situation still hasn't entirely settled in for her either. Her typically remorseful look has tilted with something slightly sympathetic, with a dash of good, old-fashioned teenage awkward. }

They...make you real. { Lydia seems to almost bristle with surprise at her own monotone words; that honestly didn't sound so cryptic when she thought to say it. } It is kinda...creepy, but it's really not that bad...so far.

Have they started narrating stuff for you, yet? That is the weird part.

[weird_kid]

[He thinks he's alone, apart from the disembodied voice-and-somehow-presence of 'the writer'. Simon reasons that it's her name - like a superhero name - and that she's lying about not having a power. That's the only way this makes sense.

So he twitches towards the new voice, eyes wide. He stares straight at her. At least this voice has a face.]

N-no. No...narrating. Just talking. To me. I hadn't seen any others, yet.

[And then a small pause while he looks side to side for the source of the extra voice. Narration...?

Back to Lydia.]

'They'? There's more than just her? [If it's not just him that's been kidnapped, then...]

How long has it been for you?

[hauntedhome]

{ Lydia can only shrug and glance around at the white, empty space around them. } I dunno how many there are. I think there's...a lot of them? You kind of can't see them like, ever...only their things. 'Muses.'

{ Lydia thought the phrase was kind of dumb, but after coming to understand more about what they mean to the Muns, she thinks it makes sense. }

It's been about a week. My mun has people who have been here for a few years.

I guess muns kind of...bring us to new places, and new people. They pick us 'cause they like something about us. { Lydia doesn't seem entirely committed to the idea, yet, but...she's trying? }