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hey friends i logged into my previous nancy blog with the cooler url so im relocating to @nancyedrew xoxo
Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale.
A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.
This sentence meme could not have been complied without the use of @alicescripts.
THIS SENTENCE MEME IS NOT SPOILER FREE
part one, chapter two: alice
“I thought you were dead. I really did.“
“I couldn’t think – I really couldn’t – I couldn’t think of another reason you would vanish like that.”
“Just gone. Just not you next to me in the mornings or coughing before bed. The halo of warmth you made in the air around you, just air now.”
“I mourned you, ___. I’ve never loved anyone so hard. From my goddamn gut.“
“So screw you for that. I mean, really.”
“I don’t think the landscape is that bad, really. Just…anything’s a letdown from the mountains.”
“I don’t think the world passes through here. I don’t think the world has been to this place in a long time.”
“I went to groups. I sat in circles and talked about you.”
“That’s what we do now, right? As a civilization, we sit in a circle and we describe the shape of the monster that is devouring us. We hope, like a talisman, that our description will provide some shelter against it.”
“It won’t, though. We are helpless.”
“The circle was fine. It wa– It was good, actually. I talked about you, how you were always a little strange, but ___, I never thought….I never thought.”
“Somewhere in the heart of somewhere else.”
“And there you were. Right among them. Looking like you knew exactly what was going on, looking like nothing was a surprise to you.”
“Nothing ever was a surprise to you, was it? You always knew everything.”
“So, my ___ wasn’t dead. That’s good to know. That’s new information.”
“Hoping to ward off the monster by describing the shape of it.”
“I quit that job. Oh, you would have been so proud of me!”
“It’s all so clean now. So…expected. Every relationship, no matter how long, no matter the history, is expected to be temporary. Separation is never a surprise.”
“There are different types of desert, you know. There is desert that is something – it’s mesas or it’s sand, it has contours and its own spatial language – and then there’s desert that just…isn’t.”
“Flatlands is the absence of everything else. I suppose that this, too, has its own spatial language, but…boy, am I glad to see trees again.”
“Are you doing this? ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”
“I’m going. I’m driving. I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what!”
“I thought you were dead.” [Sigh] “Maybe you are. Maybe I’m chasing a ghost.”
“Your gift to me, I suppose?”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know what this meant. I only know that it’s meaning does not include me. I am not necessary to it.”
“There are a lot of different types of freedom.”
“We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description.”
“'Art’ doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art.”
“Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom.”
“You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t want you to.”
“I am more free now than I have ever been, and I am spiraling.”
“I want our lines to cross, even one more time.”
“You owe me an explanation, and I am going to see that you make good on that. I’m going to hear whatever story you’ve got to tell, and I’m going to hear it from you direct.”
“You may think you’re free, but you’re not. You are not free of me.”
the way that if nancy ever moved in with a lover she'd keep her old apartment just in case bc she doesnt like taking chances
nancy drew, who always looks a little tired but still extremely put together, whose voice is still inflected with savannah twang around, who's always watching & listening, who carries so much goodness & desire to help in her heart, who is also selfishly motivated by her hunger for mystery & danger
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going karaoke tn so wont be online!! will be here tomorrow if hangover allows xoxo
THE WORLD OPENS AS A DREAM, NIGHTFALL SETTLING AS FINE DUST. dishes have scattered themselves against the living room table, the space itself unused to company... from Back Home, the detective's best friends have come to visit: the cousins, George and Bess, the both of them a contrasting pair ( Bess, with her blonde hair in a tight ponytail; George, close cropped head of brunette. They're both watching Nancy expectantly, bellies full of homemade dinner. That was so delicious, Wanda... Bess begins. ). on the other side of the sectional couch, the detective sits with her lover's feet across her lap, wine glass loose in her grip. at the comment, she beams at the woman, a poke to an exposed ankle.
❝ SHE'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHEFS, ❞ says she, chest heavy with pride. ❝ i made dessert, but the next time y'all visit... you'll be in for a treat. ❞ Nancy takes a sip of her wine and Bess jumps at the lull in bragging, springs forward with a sweet question, curiosity curling itself around her tongue as a friendly snake. How did you two meet? Don't tell us - [ she looks towards Wanda. ] You met her on a case. and the timeless woman stirs, a chuckle in her throat.
Well... // ( the detective interrupting, ) Oh, god.
❝ we didn't meet on a case. we weren't supposed to, anyways. ❞ back when their interactions were means to an end, when speaking felt more professional than personal. ❝ but she helped me, something new for a change. i was stuck, me and a bunch of other people. being underground is a terrible thing, even worse when a bunch of folks are panicking about escaping. i was investigating someone in the crowd, trying to get enough dirt on him to accuse him of larceny. we were down there for a while, in the dark, and then the dirt started shifting. ❞
WANDA [ @nexusbeing ] SHIFTS WHERE SHE SITS, a hand reaching to rest against Nancy's. ❝ and there you were. right among them. looking like you knew exactly what was going on, looking like nothing was a surprise to you. ❞ and the detective cannot stop herself when she brings wanda's hand to her mouth, a small kiss delivered to warm skin. from the other side of the couch, Bess squeals in gentle delight.
❝ ... THAT SOUNDS LIKE NANCE. ❞ George speaks with spring in her voice, warmth and satisfied joy in her mouth. reminiscence somewhere not too far behind. ❝ always two steps ahead of everyone else. i'm glad you're appreciating that about her - used to drive us wild, Back Home... ❞
Alice Isn’t Dead is a new serial fiction podcast from the team behind Welcome to Night Vale.
A truck driver searches across America for the wife she had long assumed was dead. In the course of her search, she will encounter not-quite-human serial murderers, towns literally lost in time, and a conspiracy that goes way beyond one missing woman.
This sentence meme could not have been complied without the use of @alicescripts.
THIS SENTENCE MEME IS NOT SPOILER FREE
part one, chapter two: alice
“I thought you were dead. I really did.“
“I couldn’t think – I really couldn’t – I couldn’t think of another reason you would vanish like that.”
“Just gone. Just not you next to me in the mornings or coughing before bed. The halo of warmth you made in the air around you, just air now.”
“I mourned you, ___. I’ve never loved anyone so hard. From my goddamn gut.“
“So screw you for that. I mean, really.”
“I don’t think the landscape is that bad, really. Just…anything’s a letdown from the mountains.”
“I don’t think the world passes through here. I don’t think the world has been to this place in a long time.”
“I went to groups. I sat in circles and talked about you.”
“That’s what we do now, right? As a civilization, we sit in a circle and we describe the shape of the monster that is devouring us. We hope, like a talisman, that our description will provide some shelter against it.”
“It won’t, though. We are helpless.”
“The circle was fine. It wa– It was good, actually. I talked about you, how you were always a little strange, but ___, I never thought….I never thought.”
“Somewhere in the heart of somewhere else.”
“And there you were. Right among them. Looking like you knew exactly what was going on, looking like nothing was a surprise to you.”
“Nothing ever was a surprise to you, was it? You always knew everything.”
“So, my ___ wasn’t dead. That’s good to know. That’s new information.”
“Hoping to ward off the monster by describing the shape of it.”
“I quit that job. Oh, you would have been so proud of me!”
“It’s all so clean now. So…expected. Every relationship, no matter how long, no matter the history, is expected to be temporary. Separation is never a surprise.”
“There are different types of desert, you know. There is desert that is something – it’s mesas or it’s sand, it has contours and its own spatial language – and then there’s desert that just…isn’t.”
“Flatlands is the absence of everything else. I suppose that this, too, has its own spatial language, but…boy, am I glad to see trees again.”
“Are you doing this? ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”
“I’m going. I’m driving. I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what!”
“I thought you were dead.” [Sigh] “Maybe you are. Maybe I’m chasing a ghost.”
“Your gift to me, I suppose?”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know what this meant. I only know that it’s meaning does not include me. I am not necessary to it.”
“There are a lot of different types of freedom.”
“We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description.”
“'Art’ doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art.”
“Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom.”
“You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to. I didn’t want you to.”
"I am more free now than I have ever been, and I am spiraling.”
“I want our lines to cross, even one more time.”
“You owe me an explanation, and I am going to see that you make good on that. I’m going to hear whatever story you’ve got to tell, and I’m going to hear it from you direct.”
“You may think you’re free, but you’re not. You are not free of me.”
🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝 :D
🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?
i think nancy's most unusual talent has been her most obvious one: mystery - solving has always been considered her strangest talent, to the point where some folks believe she's really divinely inclined. of course, she's extremely proud of this talent of hers. other than this, nancy's got a silly ability to tap dance in morse code. for habits, nancy has more ritual habits that could register as unusual: for instance, nancy habitually refuses to split poles if she's walking with someone, she throws salt over her shoulder as a reflex; things like that. she's not embarrassed, but also she doesn't really register certain things as "unusual" because they're so deeply ingrained in her. she doesn't even really realize when she's doing one of these habits!
activity is already funky but im moving to brooklyn next week so all next week my activity is gna be. nonexistent to shit...
at her core, nancy's a skeptic when it comes to supernatural / paranormal investigations and experiences. she's big on everything being explainable by science and reason rather than anything else, so when something does turn out to be a real supernatural experience it does kinda blow her mind...
𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ♡ 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄
send the corresponding symbol(s) for headcanons surrounding the given topic(s)!
🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them? 🍅 : how does my muse feel about plastic / cosmetic surgeries & procedures? is it something they have done or would do? do they mind if others do it? 🍏 : how stable is my muse’s physical health? do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician? do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication? how often do they get sick? 🍎 : how stable is my muse’s mental health? have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they or should they attend therapy? 🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t? 🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend? 🍇 : how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now, or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature, and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child, or have they embraced adulthood? 🍐 : how intelligent is my muse overall? are they smarter than the average person, or less than? are they primarily self-taught, or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school? are they more street smart or book smart? 🍉 : which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why? 🍌 : is my muse inclined to help others, or will they only do it when it benefits them, if at all? what makes them this way? has it ever gotten them into trouble, or inconvenienced them? 🍊 : does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out, or prefer to happen more ‘ naturally? ’ what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings, or crushes? 🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them? 🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it? 🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much? 🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?
please please please train thread
🔎 — @aldereign | ❝ I'VE ALWAYS BEEN PARTIAL TO TREASURE HUNTS, Y'KNOW. ❞ the detective stands over a digital map, fingers swiping over the blue - and - black screen. with every swipe is a small beeping noise, steady as a pulse. the map displays a vast terrain, detail-less for the moment, with a few ridges and notches to demonstrate landscape changes. the woman continues, her voice low to the ground, I've always been good at finding things, too.... and she allows a few beats of silence to pass by. after surveying the entire map, she turns around to face the other, arms crossing over her chest. in a way, she is holding the woman hostage. in another, the roles are reversed. ❝ but it's not a treasure hunt if i don't know what i'm looking for, Miss... your highness. ❞ the detective bites her tongue, rolls her shoulders away.
THE WOMAN STANDS STILL AS STONE. her eyes settle past Nancy and onto the map behind her, then back again. from where she stands, the detective thinks she sees a bit of a smile playing on the woman's mouth, a slight appleing of her cheeks. ❝ you're missing something. or someone. i was told you wanted a retrieval of sorts, but again -- vague. ❞ in truth, she had been told very little of this case. the documents had arrived in a single letter envelope, neatly stamped and sent to her doorstep.
its contents were a single line. ❝ 's starting to just feel like a ploy to get me here ( ... ) it's worked. i'm a sucker for anticipation. ❞ the detective begins her preparation: hands disappear in her bag and produce a notepad and pen, black ink hitting white paper. ❝ THE SUSPENSE IS STARTING TO KILL ME, THOUGH... ❞ // from where she stands, the woman responds quick and in kind: ❝ i thought you might say that . ❞
the detective takes a secondary pause and nods her head. ❝ can you blame me ? it's not every day i'm summoned via a single - line letter. much less accept a case with such little detail. would you rather i'd declined, ma'am ? ❞
it's so amazing to me that canonically it's really difficult to like... not be dragged along in nancy's work / adventures / cases. she has a presence about her that makes you want to follow her to anywhere, to help her with anything. looking at nancy is like being lured into water with an overwhelming sense of intrigue and curiosity, and its very hard to not watch her when she exists in the same room as you; its also very hard to resist the call to mystery she begrudgingly holds.
thing i love about nancy is that shes better than any cop & she knows it & the cops know it & everyone knows it.