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In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to

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...

That is a little girl. And a ghost. Of another little girl.

(Also toys, but those are more background info that she doesn't need.)

Sonia has encountered enough unusually not-evil monsters here that she doesn't attack immediately. (Though she does have her hand on the whip. Just in case.)

Instead, she approaches, trying not to look like she's ready to beat the hell out of anything that looks threatening. That tends to upset people, when children are involved.

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Marie is just a little three year old girl! Without fangs or glowing red eyes or anything. Right now she watches her sister and squeals, "The hills are aliiiiive!"

"Marie," Bridgette says with a sigh, "You can't vote yes for everything." Noticing Sonia, she says, "Oh, hello," in a distracted way.

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Ghosts are tricksy, though! Also, false!

"Hey. Um. What's up?" WHY IS YOUR GHOST SINGING ABOUT LIVING HILLS THAT SOUNDS LIKE A VERY EVIL SONG!!!

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"Just choosing a song for the talent show. I'm gonna sing. Do you know any songs?"

Bridge is not so subtly scoping out the competition.

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buh

"Show? Um..." Sonia has the impression that things have left her behind suddenly. "I know some hymns, I guess. I ain't a singer."

The ghost is very cute. And hasn't tried to eat her yet.

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"Oh, okay." Thus, not worthy of Bridge's immediate concern. "What do you think, Simba?" she asks the lion.

Marie has noticed that Sonia's been looking at her, and waves to her.

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She's torn between the automatic reaction to wave back and the automatic reaction of "IT JUST MOVED DEFENSIVE POSITION NOW!"

OK, forget subtlety.

"You've got a ghost."

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Bridgette's head whips up.

"Don't say that word!" she snaps, gaze boring into the young woman's.

Marie looks surprised at Bridgette's anger. Bwuh?

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Blink.

"What else can I say?"

Is this a "she knows" thing, or a "NO THERE ARE NO GHOSTS ON ME LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU!" thing, or what?

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"She's my sister! You can call her Marie 'cuz that's who she is, OKAY?"

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blink blink blink

This is not a situation that Sonia has ever encountered. She's dealt with the occasional "Oh no, this Loved One cannot POSSIBLY be a vampire!" but this doesn't seem to be the same kind of denial.

"...sorry. Ain't... uh, been prop'ly introduced, I guess."

She manages an abashed nod toward the ghost Marie. "Good t'meet you, Marie."

So.

"Um. Your sister."

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"Um?" Marie replies, still concerned about Bridgette.

"Marie," Bridge orders snappily, "say hi."

"...Hi," is the quiet mumble as Marie frowns between the two of them.

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Sonia is having trouble following this. Mainly in that it's ACTING LIKE A KID.

Only it's dead.

But not evil.

Or, it seems, harmful.

She massages the forming headache from thinking too much about this. "She's your sister."

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"Well duh," Bridgette grumbles.

"Marie Dubois," Marie adds helpfully. Please someone tell her she's making things better!

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Wait.

"...and you see her."

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"Sure," Bridge replies, obviously annoyed at this comment. She's not used to thinking of herself as special.