The Lighthouse

The door opens to those in panic.

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DIRECTORY: THE NAMELESS DOLL

Pronouns: she/they, see appearance here

Summarizing the Stars

Larva (May-April 2023, ex)

The Apple (dont-loose-ur-head)

The Courtesy (June 2023 - August 2023)

TBD (#a trip down memory lane , #the unarticulated answers)

TBD (moments in between)

TBD (#call of the sea…)

TBD (#the cosmos do not speak, #family fun)

Memories Hidden in the Atmosphere (scroll through #memories hidden in the atmosphere for more lore than just the memories here. Dreams she has had relating to a life prior to story events.)

Street Medicine

The Cathedral

Secret Pacts

The Craft

The First Kiss

Lip Gloss

Here, Kitty Kitty!

A Late Night Murder Wall

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Wishes

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(The doll of stone has still been being a stoner.)

(Right now, she's enjoying the sea air and dark sand with it.)

(Just one long, pretty night, that never changes.)

(Same as it ever was.)

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*drops a dusting of snow right onto them*

(The doll jolts.)

(She looks up to the cloudless sky, actually kind of alarmed, but charmed, for a moment.)

(...She realizes it's probably the anons.)

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(The doll stands at the top of the world, watching over it, and its semi-new glitters of mice flitting in and out, and wonders.)

(What would it take to give this world weather? She is becoming numb to the passage of time. Won't anything signify the seasons?)

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(Today, she carves pumpkins.)

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if you're cold, they're cold

let the mice have a joint

That is not the answer.

(The island does not have seasons. It is always temperate.)

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We've got a Deborah inside us all

Deborah?

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*Stag takes a little nibble of the joint, but then decides its taste is not to her liking.*

Hey--!

(She takes it back quickly the moment Stag tries to nibble on it.)

Not for mice.

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Invite the sink to the joint circle

What?

(She wonders if that is a slang term. She does not even have a sink. She just has a tank she fills by hand and dispenses into bowls as needed. And a dedicated handwashing bowl.)

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The voices

(She turns around, looking for the voices.)

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(Stag who somehow got out if the enclosure approaches the doll. She puts her little paws up, begging for the joint.)

(The doll, who is now at home, looks at the escaped critter who is begging for the joint she was considering in hand.)

(Confused, she lets Stag take a sniff of the unlit joint.)

(She can't smoke here... Apollo would notice. Maybe if she visits Tessa, though... no, it would cling to her clothes still.)

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BOO

Huh?

(They turn around.)

Who is that? Where are you?

Hello???

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what if it’s the secretly scary weed that suddenly has the smoke turn into the sinister skull before it’s too late

I am feeling at peace. Exclamation! It cannot be.

(She squints, trying to be sure, but forgets quickly about the concern.)

What?

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better not be smorking the weed that makes everything scary……… it’s the spooky season after all………

(She stops, pulls back, and takes a look at her joint.)

No skull on it. Not the scary weed then

(She goes back to it.)

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420 whatchu smokin?

Weed.

(She gives a thumbs up.)

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did not expect to come back to stoner arc but i'm so here for it

(She's made of stone, so logically, she can only get stone-ier from here.]

(She stares into this world's colorful sunset, surrounded by cotton candy skies she feels like she could reach out and touch if she tried hard enough.)

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hell yeah

Hhellll fuckin yeah!

(She takes another hit. It's impressive that this works, considering she is still a ceramic doll and her lungs are not real and do not move.)