[Homeless] Suddenly a new muse with an active voice.

[mulchlove]

So what you're saying is that I'm stuck here? Inside the head of young-adult, for the purposes of roleplay. And that my daughter is here somewhere? And the Other Jones'.  Lord knows, I need a holiday.

 [She sighs] Listen... I've got deadlines to hit and a family that need me to function properly. I haven't got time for these games, so if you'd just put me back home, then... yeah. Work to do.

And he needs to stop staring at me. He's not my husband, just some impostor. And his eyes are starting to creep me out.

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[mulchlove]

[Yes and no. She feels crummy, but it was something she hadn't gotten off of her chest in a long time. She does a lot for her family and she sometimes just feels like she doesn't get enough praise; like she's being judged for being some sort of a bad mother.]

You didn't answer my question.

[beldambuttons]

There isn't another Coraline because that's not how the magic works sweetie.

And the same works for our dear husband. Only mothers can create. Father's can help but let's be honest, we both know who's in charge in this family.

Someday, god willing, there will be an Other Coraline when we're grandmothers. Won't that be lovely?

[mulchlove]

So what you're saying, as soon as you give birth, another 'mother' is made?

[That eyebrow raise she's giving you is basically shouting 'bullshit' for her. She doesn't believe you one bit.]

And are all Mothers spider-witches?

[She knows about that too. From Coraline and from the weird Other, Other Charlie in the headspace with her.

She's pretty sure this'll help her get a one up on the Other her, but it might not... She's just looking for that upper-hand right now.]

[beldambuttons]

[chuckles]

Of course not.

Some of us are rats. [totally unphased]