dear_mun | voice testing

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So this is, like, a total trip! You are one groovy girl, though I'm not really sure what it is you plan for me to be doing. I'll be perfectly content to kick back and grill a few veggie burgers, but there's no way I'm doing the whole mystery investigation thing. Especially without the gang.

So, um, I guess that's a thanks but no thanks. No hard feelings right?

Yes hard feelings?

Oh.

Well, if you're going to make that face... I guess I could try and kick up a mystery. Maybe just a little one. A baby mystery, something along the lines of 'The case of the missing condiments', actually, that sounds like a very worthy investigation.

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Veggie burgers? Seriously?

Yeah, of course. Full of tasty goodness. Though mushroom burgers are just as good, I think. Which do you like?

[He wrinkles up his nose.]

Man, I like veggies as much as the next ass, but burgers should be...burgers! Not veggies!

You haven't tried eggplant burgers then? The experience is out of this world. Lucky for you I was just about to make some.

Eggplant burgers?

[He puts his hoof up to his chin as he taps it in thought.]

I...don't think I ever had an eggplant burger, no. Then again, the way the wife cooks everything well done, I may have. But, no, not that I know of.

I have to remind Scoob not to over cook things too. He has a tendency to let his nose do the deciding for him.

You know a dragon, too? There's another Dragon's Keep? That's some crazy stuff, man!

Not a dragon. He's a dog. ...wait, are you saying there's a dragon here?!?!

What? No, I haven't seen Dragon here. Haven't seen anyone else I know here, but definitely not Dragon. I can always tell when she's around, her and the kids.

S-she's not... she's not the man eating kind of dragon then?

[Man, what's your deal?]

Uh, yeah. I didn't realize there was another kind of dragon?

[Dragons are scary things, the idea of dragons are scary things, that shadow that sort of kind of vaguely looks like a dragon is a scary thing!]

Well, there's the mechanical kind, like, for amusement parks. I don't think I'd want to be face to face with a real one.

Ah, yeah, like some fake dragon or somethin', but...no. Dragon's a real dragon. Pink and red with big ol' eyelashes and green eyes with those little slitted pupils, you know, like cats...but don't worry, man, she's not here. She's pretty well-behaved, most of the time.

Oh, well that's good. For a moment I though I was going to have to make a run for it and leave behind the lunch supplies.

Oh, nah, nah. She can be a bit picky about it, like valets and attendants and whatnot, but she's not bad about it or anything.

[This is Donkey's world, bro. Seeming more and more morbid by the minute, huh?]

'Sides, this eggplant burger's got me all curious now.

[Terrifying. So much so that Shaggy is just going to sidestep wondering about it, his ability to willfully ignore frightening things is large, so long as he's not directly confronted by them.]

I shall get started on satisfying that curiosity then! [The Mystery Machine never travels without a grill, and it won't take Shaggy long to start cooking said burgers up.]

I would hate to have a meal without the necessary condiments. It certainly sounds likes something worth investigating.

I know, right! Can you imagine life without mustard? Without relish? Without chipotle lime salsa? That is a sad, sad day.

Oh, no, that would be a very sad day indeed. They were created for good reasons, after all, it'd be terrible to take them away.

An injustice! The next step would be looking for clues to the real culprit.

Not filing with the law, but doing it yourself?

You think that's wrong? ...sorry, it's just, this is something of a habit now. My friends and I solve mysteries together.

A group of friends solving mysteries together? My, that sounds like quite a life!

The very best kind of life! Well, aside from the spooky things. Or the creepy, haunted, or other wise heart-stopping terrifying things. Other than those, it's great.

[She raises an eyebrow, and it seems like the light only falls across her eyes, now doesn't it?]

You aren't fond of the spooky? But they can be the most mysterious of things!

Mystery and scary tend to go hand in hand alright. It's just never been my bag, you know? I can't tell you the number of times that I've been chased and frightened by monsters, ghouls and ghosts.

Ghouls and ghosts? That sounds terrible, truly tragic.

[There's nothing but amusement about her tone and features, though.]

It always seems to turn out all right in the end though. So I guess I can't complain too much. At least the condiment case should be much less terrifying. It's not like ghosts have much use for ketchup, like, am I right?

That is a good point. Not many ghosts would be capable of eating French fries or hot dogs, so what would they need ketchup for in the first place?

Elementary question! One that I shall endeavor to... figure out. So, like, have you seen any suspicious food-related activities going on?

Mmm, not that I can think of, no. The children had their breakfast and their lunch, and everything was in proper order that I saw.

[She's tempted to give him a mystery, just for the sake of his being sweet.]

That's great news! [The less mysterious this fictional case gets, the better. In Shaggy's opinion.]

It's a trap, don't listen to her. Stay with Scooby and the veggie burgers.

[And just in case his mundane had other ideas, she dons her serious face so that he'll listen to her.]

Not even for Scooby Snacks. Understand?

[All this while ignoring her own mun's gleeful girl noises.]

[Shaggy grins widely at seeing Velma, though the look incorporates more confusion as she warns him about the Great and Powerful Mun.]

I don't know, Velms. She seems alright, if a bit like Fred when he's 'asking' for help with moving his room around. [aka: Bossy as all get out.]

[The look pains her, because it hits her full force just how much she's missed him and the rest of the gang. It makes the selfish part of her almost agree with the gleeful headspace owner for him to join her in the Void.

Almost.]

Does she have plans of putting you somewhere?

[She's worried for this answer. Worried for him.]

Oh, I don't know. Like, maybe. [He shrugs, because he honestly has no clue what is going on. So far, Shaggy has had no reason to become suspicious of his mun. Though Velma's insistence otherwise is a worrying thing.

He trusts her.]

What would the 'plans' be about?

[She takes a moment to consider his question, knowing the tricky balance between reasonable fear and terror that tended to bloom around Shaggy and Scooby. Without a solid reason, she didn't want to alarm him. Then again, she wanted him to be informed, at least.

Decisions, decisions.]

Some mundane's enjoy placing us in less than preferable situations, just to see how we'd react. Sometimes, it's not so bad, other times...

[She trails off, but replaces her worry with a bright smile. She really is glad to see him, and that wins out, whether mundane likes it or not.]

Did you make enough veggie burgs to share?

[Shaggy nods as if he understands all the things she's talking about. He really doesn't. Though that really doesn't bother him.]

Like, totally. Scoob isn't here so extra a plenty! [Not that Shaggy couldn't eat them all anyway, but that wasn't out of hunger persay, it was just habit. He never really had issues with sharing.]

How do you want yours?

Where's Scooby? [She asked with concern now etching onto her features. These two were nearly inseparable, and it worried her that Shaggy was without his snack loving counterpart.

As she waited for his answer, Velma worked on cleaning up the mess made in the kitchen while he cooked. With her sweater sleeves rolled up, she passed Shaggy a smile that meant she didn't mind cleaning while he cooked.]

Surprise me, but make sure it's not too surprising.

[In other words, keep it within normal sandwich range for her.]

[SUP SHAGSTER. HAVE A WALKING CORPSE.]

[Completely. Deadpan.] Boo.

[The height that Shaggy can jump directly correlates to the spookiness of the thing that frightens him. In this case, WALKING CORPSE, that's worth at least two vertical feet.]

You-you-you... you're really pale, man. [Or not a man.]

[One of the many advantages of being undead? Scaring the crap out of people! Fortyskey grins at him jumping two feet in the air.]

[Also, the detail oriented part of her writer just has to point out: Not only is she pale, but while she's well preserved, her skin's clinging to her bones. Scrawny thing even in life, let alone undeath. There's also the eerie, glowing yellow eyes behind the glasses she's wearing, she also doesn't breathe, and her voice has this eerie-ass echo to it, like she's not entirely there or tethered to the body in which she resides]

Yeah. Comes with being Undead, man. [Also: Rhaspy, but distinctly female. And really sarcastic.]

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I was JUST watching this now on ABC Family...

so much fun : )

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aslkfsjdflskdf /sets up camp forever

lol, er, Surprise! :D

<3<3

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Ahahahaha. And I am so not sorry for this

poory shaggy

:D