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Who: Freddie, her anxiety, and YOU
What: runaway corpse bride
Where: outside vista way/joffrey's
When: night/day after election

A. Vista Way

[it’s late at night-- or early in the morning, depending on how you see it. the window to the apartment Freddie shares with Ariel and Basil opens, and… a rope made from bedsheets is tossed from the window, and a figure starts to descend.

it’s been quite a while since she’s done this, which is why she underestimates the amount of length needed to safely reach the ground, and how to position it properly so her weight doesn’t snap the rope. which it does, while she is still quite a ways away from the ground, which she hits with an undignified thump.

at least it wasn’t too high of a fall, so all Freddie has is a bruised hip and a bruised dignity.]

B. Joffrey's Coffee Shop

[Freddie is sitting at a table in the coffee shop, sitting crossed legged on a chair as she shuffles the deck of cards she’s holding. a small purple gem sits on the other end of the table, and an iced latte with a visible layer of sugar on the bottom sits at her side. slowly and with great purpose, she places three cards in front of her.

ace of swords, reversed. four of pentacles, upright. two of swords.

she grimaces and shuffles again, placing another three cards.

nine of swords. the world, reversed. two of swords.

shuffling, harder. three more cards.

temperance, reversed. the hanged man. two of swords.

she makes a loud, frustrated noise and grabs the two of swords, violently tearing it up into a pile of confetti. struggling to control herself, she shuffles the deck again and again before taking another card…

two of swords.

she throws the entire deck in front of her and puts her head into her hands. She glares… at the gem.] I don’t need this right now! [she wanted answers. but she doesn’t like what she’s been given.]

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Either that or he's got one locked up somewhere, giving him juice. It has to be something.

Oh, that guy? [waves hand dismissively] He's just a Toon. Like Randy was. They've got their own logic.

A Too? [...Oooh.] So that's why he keeps wanting me to be part of his weird acts. And I just thought he was crazy.

So wait, like... fairy juice?

Seems like Toons are just crazy by nature. Can't really hold it against him, as long as he doesn't hurt anybody.

Well, dust. Pixie dust, they usually call it. I'm sure there's some kinda fairy out there in Neverland that specializes in disguises. Sounds like a fairy thing to do.

Hey, if you say so. [Freddie probably knew better about Toons than she did anyway. At least it was a proper explanation for how the guy kept being able to show up out of nowhere.]

Don't really know any faeries personally, but hey, anything's possible. Just sprinkle a little dust and an instant disguise? That'd be pretty cool.

Edited 2018-05-09 17:01 (UTC)

I've heard the most about the kind that help you fly, but I think they can do pretty much anything.

... I really hope it's magic, 'cause if it's not, then everyone is just... really, really stupid.

...Fly, huh.

[Can she recall the one time she's seen something like that in action? Maybe, but it shouldn't be important right now. It's not like Olaf's flying, and the less she thinks about the idea of Jerry Mander literally swooping in on them, the better.

Outwardly, she shrugs her shoulders, taking a sip of her coffee. Didn't want it going cold.]

You'd be surprised what people don't believe in. It took literally an apocalypse for my hometown to learn about how weird it is.

... You're joking, right? Please, tell me you're joking.

Nah. [Siiip.] I mean, it kinda helps that before that, there was this freaky cult that went around mindwiping everyone every time they saw some weird stuff like Gnomes or dinosaurs.

[Shrugs. Typical Gravity Falls Stuff.]

... Every time I think I'm from the weirdest place, one of you guys drops something like that.

... I mean, yeah, Gravity Falls might be one of the weirdest places in the universes. Dunno how I really feel about getting that award.

[Wonder if Ford would have wanted that award...]

But hey, what's so weird about your place?

Well, it turned out locking your enemies on a magically enclosed island forever isn't just normal punishment in most places, so that was an adjustment. Oh, and I just learned about democracy last week. Super weird.

... Okay, that's still really weird, and messed up. Like, what's the point?

I'm sure there were some noble-sounding reasons thrown around, but at the end of the day, just plain vengeance. It's the only thing that makes any sense.

But like, no offense, but wasn't your dad that voodoo guy who tried to force us to do a creepy blood ritual?

None taken. [full fucking offense] Yeah, he was. What's that got to do with anything?

Like, was he on the island?

He sure was.

[She returns Freddie's look with a shrug.]

I was there, too.

I kinda figured. Geeze, though. [siiiip.]

Guess I only really knew the guy when he and that yodeling dude from the shadows were trying to kill us.

It wasn't personal or anything. Just business, at the end of the day.

[/literally does not think murdergames are overly bad]

[/still mildly beefed about the entire thing]

...If you say so. I'm over the whole thing anyway.

[Maybe.]

Seems like everybody got over it real damn quick.

[gdi now she remembers why she's even here. shit maybe... if she does another reading, it'll be different.]

[Maybe.]

I guess.

[...She can't help but peer over.]

So, what's with the cards, anyway?

Edited 2018-05-12 05:35 (UTC)

[dryly] Voodoo.

They're tarot cards. You ask them about something, they tell you what they see.

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