September 1st

[ink_mc]

*sitting outside on a concrete block--something that maybe used to be a wall?--watching people walk past, trying to spot anything familiar, anything that might tell him where he is. He's still got his jar of apple jam clutched tight in his hands, because if it is the Vurt...* Might be the Vurt. But this Haunting is bad. Worse than ever. *looks down

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[moettenani]

*walks right past him, stops, then turns around to go sit next to him*

[moettenani]

*looks up again, smiling* I am spending time with you, Scribble, so of course not.

[ink_mc]

...right.

[moettenani]

*she's quiet for a while longer before she speaks*

Would you like to explore with me?

[ink_mc]

Explore...?

[moettenani]

Or we could just talk. What is it like, where you are from?

[ink_mc]

Um...I dunno. Not too different from this, I s'pose. Little more neon.

[moettenani]

What is neon?

[ink_mc]

Bright stuff. How come you don't know what neon is?

[moettenani]

You mean things like lamps?

[ink_mc]

Yeah, maybe. Only it comes in more colors. And it doesn't really shed light so much as...why is she even talking to me?

[moettenani]

It is just to make things pretty?

[ink_mc]

I wouldn't say pretty, no. To make 'em stand out more.

[moettenani]

Oh. Is it hard to see things where you come from?

[ink_mc]

...not really.

[moettenani]

Then what is the point of neon?