dear_mun | x-post; voice-testing, canon is The Loud House

[oh hey, someone who sounds like Lola and/or Lana]

You know I’m not often one for poetry,
But that was very poignant I think.
Well done.

[ She... probably wouldn’t find that comparison flattering. ]

Evoking the hopelessness of my situation was the point. It helps that my mundane couldn’t think of a word that rhymes with the word ‘mundane’ that didn’t sound forced, so I had to settle for haiku.

[100% correct]

The best artists are the ones who can improvise when they lack the tools they need to express themselves.

Or in your case, when you lack the mundane you need.

I'm sure you'll find ways around that to have the fun you need.

Normally I’d ask my brother for help. Unfortunately, he is, like my hope for the future, nowhere to be seen.

I typically do. You don’t remain sane in my family for long if you can’t. If I’m to accept my fate as a little more than something akin to one of my sister Lola’s dolls in a pretend game minus the layers of makeup, it’s a talent I think I’ll appreciate having picked up.

Hey, Luce, sorry I’m late. Are you still having trouble?

Lincoln. [ Finally, the first good thing she's seen since arriving here. She'd hug him if she weren't still mildly stressed out. ] You're here too. Which means... sigh. You're in the same situation I am.

[ Excuse her while she invades your personal space and starts checking if you have a pulse. ]

Well, we're not dead. So this isn't the afterlife. [ It may be hard to tell if she finds this reassuring or disappointing. ]

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[He’s glad she’s still acting like the odd little sis he knows and loves.]

Yeah, it’s actually been a while since I’ve been around. My mun hasn’t had access to their computer for a while; long, dull story about their having to use their desk for work at home stuff now. So they can’t make a lot of icons or stuff on their tablet, but I really wanted to see you, so they let me out again. Has it been really rough for you?

Sigh. Mine too. Working from home, I mean. It’s why I’m here. Something about having the TV on for background noise, and the only real choices that time of day being between ‘cartoons and the news.’ I guess we’re more entertaining than hearing about politics and pandemics. [ She’s not sure how to take that, honestly. ]

It’s better now. [ She can’t remember a single instance in which she’s ever been truly separated from her family. Sneaking into the darkest, most isolated corners of their house, sure, but it’s not like she stays there for long. But actually being apart from them? Indefinitely? It’s a jarring prospect for her. Seeing Lincoln here is a huge relief. ] Have you seen any of the others anywhere?

I haven’t seen anyone except you recently - it’s been months since I’ve been around. Come to think of it, I didn’t see our family anywhere before that, either.

[Tries to put positive spin on it.]

But that just makes us trailblazers, right?

I guess so. [ Really, if she’s going to be stuck in a place like this, there’s nobody else she’d rather be stuck here ‘trailblaizing’ with than Lincoln. ] My mundane says if you click the ‘obscure canon: animated tv’ tag and go to the next page, Leni was here... four years ago.

[ And nobody replied to her. Poor thing. ]

Wow, that’s a long time. And out of 11 of us, only 3 of us have come by in four years?

Maybe there have been other places muns have taken us. I was in the fortanon place once.

[And no one replied to him.]

I hear there are some scary games that are best avoided, though. And I don’t mean good scary, like your tv show. Bad scary, and way too old for you.

[and him, Mr. Eleven Year Old.]

I don't remember anyone disappearing from home. Unless it was done spiritually. I'd be really jealous if that were the case. Sigh. I've always wanted to have a real out-of-body experience. [ The concept of timelines hasn't really occurred to her, yet. ~~And how could it, they've had three different April Fools Days and somehow nobody has aged a day. Yet.~~ ]

I was there, too. And this place called 'Bakerstreet.' Some kind of weird texting thing that Leni or Lori would do. Normally, I would never see the appeal. Except for the Morticians' Club, none of my friends have phones. Or corporeal bodies.

[ She almost resents that. Almost. She would, if she didn't know what he's talking about. ]

I don't do slasher movies. The blood spatter is almost always portrayed unrealistically. Really, Lincoln, I don't know what you were thinking. I didn't even want to go see The Harvester.

[Just the name of that movie makes him shudder.]

It was a terrible idea (and a terrible movie) in the end, but it did teach me a couple of things. Usually, Mom and Dad really do know best, and the other important lesson is that our house has WAY too many dark, creepy spaces where a stupid kid who went to see a forbidden movie can quickly regret it.

Although, I guess for a different, smarter kid like yourself, those places are great. XD

It depends on how high the thermostat is turned up in the winter for the vents. And the basement and the attic aren't as private as they used to be. [ Smarter, though? Coming from Lincoln, that was nice to hear. ]

I'll try to keep that in mind about the 'scary places,' though. Even if you and I have very different definitions of what qualifies as 'scary,' I know you're just trying to look out for me. [ If there's one thing she doesn't doubt about Lincoln, it's how protective he is of her in particular. He let his entire family think he's a brony for her sake. That is god-tier bro material. ]

Of course I am, it’s what big brothers do. I’ll always have your back.

I guess my powers are a little limited when it comes to the muns, though. I can’t really stop them from doing anything. However, I CAN deliver a strongly-worded protest and shake my first in as much righteous indignation as I can muster! [waves fist in the air like he’s signaling passing planes. He means well.]

I know. [ She really couldn't ask for a better big brother. ] But I guess if I'm going to be stuck here, I'm going to want to know where I should go. Preferably a place that isn't too bright. Or warm. Or colorful. ... and has pizza.

Pizza is a must! I wonder how long it would take before we miss Dad’s goulash ....

A comfy couch would be good. And a tv. And bathrooms.

Lots of bathrooms.

I’ll settle for a coffin. [ The idea of having a private bathroom is so foreign to her that it’s hard to imagine. She’s long since resigned herself to the fact that life in their house means that an expectation of privacy is the first thing to go. Occasionally sleeping in a coffin and hiding in the vents is the closest she gets to having her own bedroom. ]

And what if it means you have to permanently give up having your own room?

[That gives him pause.]

Not gonna lie, that’s a tough one. I guess it would depend on where I DO end up. My mun isn’t likely to put me in any kind of permanent residence, anyway. They’re too demanding, I guess.

But hey, even the stop and go places like here can be fun! Might even give the fortanon place another try sometime.

The same is likely true for me. My mundane hasn't played in a game since 2016. Sigh. I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

I wonder if fortanon has sharks.

Maybe, who knows? It looks like the most fun is the ‘dare’ post, but you run the risk of being dared to do something grody.

Hey, speaking of sharks, I heard Shark Fest is on the Nat Geo channel this week! If I run interference with the others, you might be able to nab the tv for a while and catch some of it.

Lincoln, I share a room with Lynn. I’ve slept in that room since I was old enough to sleep in an actual bed. You of all people should know what that’s like.

[ Run interference? For her? Coming from the guy who has to come up with elaborate plots just to watch AARGH!, that’s saying a lot. ]

I’d appreciate that. Though I’d enjoy it more if you’d watch it with me. Again.

You know what? I’m totally in! Most of them would probably leave vapour trails running out the moment the chum hits the water!

And you’re right about Lynn. She’s not the easiest roommate in the world to live with.

Chum always seemed like a waste of perfectly good blood. Not the rest, like the fish parts. That's more Lana's thing.

My point is that I'm not afraid of a few dares. [ And indeed, she's not. ] We've both probably had to deal with worse, anyway.

That’s true, I’ve become accustomed to public humiliation over time.

I’m not afraid to do it, I’m afraid there won’t be time to respond if anyone replies. Still, I can’t let my little sister brave it all by herself, and the weekend is coming ....

Okay, I’m in. Let’s see if I have any better luck this time than the last!

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