We're All Stars Now

[noncomformist]

Who: Henrietta and You
When: Throughout 6/22
Where: Main Street U.S.A., the Library, and Joffrey's Coffee Shop
Summary: A ten year old goth is dismayed by the poser magical kingdom she has found herself trapped in.
Warnings: Vulgarity, tobacco use, hardcore goth


A. Main Street U.S.A., Morning, 6/22

[What child doesn't dream of Disney World? The sights of the park is the dream of just about every American boy and girl. The idea of being able to cut loose and be in Disney World would unattended would give just about any pre-teen a heart attack out of pure joy. What child would possibly hate being here?

The answer is this child.

Henrietta stalks Main Street, cigarette holder in hand as her eyes dart from one building to the next. Somehow her frown just grows deeper as she looks from store front to storefront, colorful and magical, before her eyes dart to the castle at the center of it all.]

Oh my God.

[She takes a slow drag on her cigarette.]

This is so lame. So lame.

B. The Library, Afternoon

[Eventually Henrietta finds her way to the library. She isn't the biggest reader, but maybe they could have something, anything, interesting. At the moment she's flipping through books, annoyed, as she tries to find something worth reading.]

Where the fuck is the occult and dark arts section.

C. Joffrey's Coffee Shop, Evening

[As lame and conformist as this place is, at least it has coffee. Sure, it's not as dark and dingy as The Village Inn was, but at least there's something with even a little goth here. She's taken a seat in the corner of the shop, drinking cup after cup of coffee and smoking the whole time, writing something down in a notebook.

If anyone tried to look at it, it would appear to be poetry. Dark poetry. Soul cutting poetry, that only a ten year old with their ten years of wisdom could write.]

Comments

[supoorhero]

[It's the first time he's ever been on Pirates so there's a lot to take in, and surprisingly very little in the way of Johnny Depp so far. Fine by him. If he wanted to ruin his day he'd watch Mortdecai again.]

Uhhh, I think... It's been a while since I watched the video.

[Their dopey little boat turns the corner and there it is, a spooky skeleton on a fake sand dune propped against a captain's wheel. Seems as good a place as any to check it out.]

Let's get off here.

[Kenny stands up, and as soon as the boat gets close enough, he smoothly hops out and onto the dune. He holds his hand out for Henrietta.]

[noncomformist]

[Her goth pride wants her to try getting out without Kenny’s help, but with how uneven her balance is on the damn boat she reaches to take his hand. She looks around a bit as she gets off.]

Maybe this place isn’t a complete conformist shithole.

[Its dark and looks like a pirate cove. But even despite her goth sensibilities of not giving a shit, Henrietta’s still a kid, and her imagination is as strong as Kenny’s, even if pointed a weirder way.]

Oh yeah. This place is totally haunted.

[supoorhero]

Totally. [He can't stop the whispered awe from slipping into his tone.] Ghost Adventures would kill to do what we're doing.

[And it definitely beats running around Kyle's basement in the middle of the night like an idiot trying to summon his grandma's ghost. No, this is legit.

Something seems a little...off. It might be because they're in the dark and there's already an obvious gloomy atmosphere, but stepping off the boat seemed to trigger something; he can't hear the track moving.]

Did the ride just stop?

[noncomformist]

[Henrietta goes quiet, eyes darting this way and that. It sure doesn’t sound like the ride is moving anymore. There’s only one solution to this she can think of.]

The spirits are probably getting restless. They know what our business is here.

[supoorhero]

Yeah.

[He trails off for a moment in solemn contemplation, eyes staring off into the distance.]

So. Which part do we take?

[Let's not kid ourselves that this was going to lead to anything else.]

[noncomformist]

Skull.

[That was quick. Though she puts a hand under her chin, as if going into deep thought.]

Maybe some shoulder blades, for scapulimancy.

[supoorhero]

Yeah, okay, as long as you can carry them.

[And here he goes, trying to wrench the skull off this skeleton. This...doesn't really feel like an actual bone. That's probably a good thing; means they're not irredeemable psychopaths at best, and only semi-psychos at worst.

Also watch him try to stuff this thing inside his pants because why not.]

[noncomformist]

Deal.

[Wrenching parts of a skeleton off is harder work than Henrietta thought it would be. They could definitely use a crowbar right now. It also may not reek much like real bone, but that doesn’t matter that much right now. Real bone or not, this guy isn’t using them.

She just gives Kenny a look when she pries a shoulder blade off, watching where he’s decided to store the head.]

You can’t be serious.

[wantstherum]

Best be puttin' that back where it belongs, or I might be puttin' yer head there instead.

[There's a red-headed woman emerging from the shadows. She's actually been here for a while, but she wanted to see if these kids were actually going to try and steal something.]

[supoorhero]

[holyshithowlonghasshebeenthere— Kenny nearly trips back into the lagoon-river-thing when he hears that voice. If only he could recover as quickly.]

...Put what back? [He and his head-sized mystery friend hiding in his pants has no idea what you're talking about, ma'am.]

[noncomformist]

[Henrietta knew there would be spirits about. Bossy fucking conformist spirits by the looks of it.]

We didn’t take anything anyone would miss. Back off, you fucking fascist.

[wantstherum]

On the contrary, lassie. Ye be trespassin' and stealin' from me and that's not an enemy anybody should be making.

[Seeing as Red controls a good portion of trade in Progress City and also the entire Pink District, you know. She's a bad enemy to have.]

Just be puttin' it back and we'll be set square.

[supoorhero]

[This is starting to heat up, but admittedly, he's super interested all the same. To Henrietta:] You should probably listen to her, dude.

[noncomformist]

[Backing down on this would be, by far, the more intelligent thing to do. The problem, of course, is that some conformist authoritarian asshole has decided to call them out.]

No. Way.

You don’t own bones, bitch, unless that’s YOUR body right there.