video; un: yomiko

[blackwaterchild]

[Miu appears lounging sideways on a chair, legs hanging over one arm. She's got some closed nail polish balanced on her stomach and she keeps critically eyeing her nails as she speaks]

Yeah, people are being murdered, but we apparently come back so it's whatever. Explains why there's no ghosts around here, which honestly has led to the soundest sleep I've gotten in years. Can't complain about that.

Anyway the important thing is that with no one here, I haven't been able to get my hair or nails done in way too long. Does anyone know how to do nails?

[She holds out her hand to present her nails for emphasis; her nails have plain nail polish on it and she doesn't look really happy with it. She pulls back and looks down at them herself, heaving a sigh]

This place is so boring... What are you supposed to do for fun here? Aside from murder, apparently. [She rolls her eyes, her tone sarcastic. Gosh, murder, sooo original.]

But important things first: I need my nails done.

Comments

[centile]

[someone has to do it by god miu's got it in the bag.]

I've never seen someone with white nailpolish before. I wonder how that'd look. [time to keep an eye out for it. he kind of sympathizes with not having a favorite color though.] Hm, well maybe if you try a lot of them that's the only real way to see what your favorite is anyway.

[go wild, what is liminal space horror for?

he nods along to this- he's never heard of a psychic with that exact power but it's pretty varied in his world. there is one thing about this that gives him pause, hesitant as he asks,] Do... your powers feel strange to you here?

[blackwaterchild]

[Maybe white with a design in black??

But anyway, none of that is that important. She blinks slowly, catlike at the question and glances away, mouth forming an almost sulk]

...Yeah, really strange. I haven't been able to do anything except know how someone feels. I can't read their minds or memories. Honestly, I dunno if I even have my ability to see spirits anymore, and I don't know how to test it here.

It's like this place stripped away all of it except the barest of the basics. And it barely does me any good, so I dunno why they left anything behind.

[centile]

[half white half black? there are some ways to make this work.

but fine, maybe some things are more important than nailpolish just this once.]

That's right... everything feels muted. My powers have too. I don't think I lost any but- [cutting off because it's very difficult to explain how any of this feels. frankly it's a bit of a relief to meet someone with similar powers in some way who knows what he means.]

Maybe it's more a block that something in the city is doing. [hm...] Oh, most people who can see spirits can see a psychic's aura. I can try to show you mine to see- but uh, I don't know if it works over video. Maybe.

[...] Ah, maybe I can't see spirits either anymore and that's why we can't see anything in this city? [weird!!!!]

[blackwaterchild]

It could be. [She doesn't know what's up with this city, but she does know she can pin the blame on it for the fact her powers are all gone.] I hated having these powers, but now that they're gone I feel too...normal.

[She kinda liked being set apart from everyone else, lonely though it may have been.] Maybe next time we meet up in person you can give it a try. I don't think I've ever seen someone's aura before, not really, but, who knows? Different worlds have different rules, apparently.

[Everything just had to be so complicated ugh.]