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Henrietta "Hetty" Woodstone (newlymodern) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2024-06-07 20:18:00

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!log/thread/narrative, ∙ plot: 017 dunwich used power swap, ◌ inactive: hetty woodstone, ◌ inactive: liv moore

WHO: Hetty Woodstone & Liv Moore
WHEN: Following this.
WHAT: An introductory tour.
WHERE: Around Dunwich.
RATING/WARNINGS: TBD

While she would not like to admit it, Hetty was feeling rather apprehensive. There was much about this place that was unfamiliar. The outside world she remembered from when she was living was not nearly so modern. And she hadn’t had occasion to be surrounded by this many livings since becoming a ghost, out on the streets. It was...quite the experience.

She'd been drawn into the sweet shop, first by the smell of the fudge, then by all the other confections lining its display cases. It wasn’t an especially large space, and some careful maneuvering had been required once or twice to avoid being passed through. Still others, she was certain could see her, moving around her of their own accord.

And for those who were able to see her, or in fact, were looking for her, she was a little hard to miss. (Though she had noticed an assortment of individuals in her wanderings since arriving here.) The teal dress and large bustle, well-done hair. Very Victorian. More appropriately Gilded Age, but it rather depended on one's frame of historical reference. To Hetty, she simply was as she was.

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newlymodern
2024-06-14 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Hetty frowned in obvious confusion. Bad Place? She did not voice her question.

"It was most satisfying." There again was the slight smile, and a pleased note it didn't seem she could help. If anyone did deserve such a fate, it was Elias. Unlike poor Peter, who he'd tried to drag down with him. Foolish as he'd been falling for Elias's schemes in the first place.

As to Nigel, "Well, he had only moved into the house as he and Isaac were planning to marry."

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zombiemode
2024-06-18 06:30 pm UTC (link)

"So he lived in the shed before, moved into the house to marry, then back to the shed." Liv blinked. "Did they break up?"

They were in the center of town now, where Town Hall was and across the street was a quaint little park with the white gazebo that a lot of people arrived near. She hadn't. She'd arrived in the middle of a parade, but that gazebo had seen better and worse days.

"This is town hall, as you can see," she gestured toward the building. "This area across is where a lot of us show up. Not always, but a lot."

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newlymodern
2024-06-18 10:51 pm UTC (link)

The apparent inequality wasn't exactly lost on Hetty. She'd grown! Some. But the shed had served Nigel and the others perfectly well since before her own death. Why should they be invited into the mansion? Isaac was a much dearer friend to her, and they'd never all get along. And anyway, she'd really only tolerated Nigel for Isaac's sake.

"Isaac was already beginning to have second thoughts." Also for Isaac's sake, she would not mention the cause, not for strangers to gossip about. "And when Peter came rushing in with his grand speech...Isaac called off the wedding."

Whether the note of sadness was for her friend or spoke of something deeper, it was hard to say.

"I had a gazebo." She smiled faintly, then wrinkled her nose. "Until Thorfinn burned it down."

She tilted her head. "How long have you been here, S-," Hetty caught herself a half-second too late, and then carried on like she hadn't, "Liv?"

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zombiemode
2024-06-19 06:43 am UTC (link)

Liv caught the stumble, but she figured that perhaps Hetty had just started to call her something else. Like when you were with a group of friends, and you ended up cycling through everyone's name until you finally got to the right one.

"I got here in February 2023, and it's now June 2024, so one year and four months."

But that didn't include the months she'd been with the Infinite Agency. That felt like such a very long time ago. She missed the time when she could simply insert herself right back into the time stream whenever she wanted.

"You have a big group of friends, it seems. I think you'll fit in here. They're from all over time and space."

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newlymodern
2024-06-19 07:29 am UTC (link)

That gave her pause. "Yes. I suppose I do."

If she sounded a little surprised by her own admission, well, she'd rarely thought of her fellow ghosts in that way. Maybe when Flower had returned to them, the warmth she'd felt knowing their unlikely little family was whole once more.

More often than not, they wanted nothing so much as to be rid of one another. But at the end of the day, they were all stuck together. As reluctant as she may be to admit it, she loved them. And, she thought, they loved her.

"And we too came from a range of time periods and backgrounds."

Maybe it wasn't quite the same, but she was trying to be equally optimistic. What Liv had said was slowly sinking in, and the prospect of being here a year, of not seeing Isaac or Alberta or Trevor or the others for a year was more daunting than she'd like anyone to know. She already missed them.

"A year seems an awfully long time."

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	zombiemode 2024-06-21 08:08 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, a lot can and does happen around here too. One minute, you're hanging out in your house, the next, a nasty fog has rolled in with monsters hunting people." She hadn't meant it to sound daunting, but daunting was different after you'd been in Dunwich for a while. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

newlymodern
2024-06-22 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Well, it certainly wasn't encouraging. Her grimace likely said as much. While she might like to deny it, her time as a ghost had made her somewhat less of a lady, more prone to reaction and less impassive.

"I'm not sure how much help I'll be with that." Did the short laugh that followed sound slightly hysterical? No. She didn't like that term, hysterical. It had been a perfectly ordinary laugh. And the answer to the unasked question in her statement was as obvious as her opinion of unexpected monster attacks. She would be of no help at all.

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