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[asktheghosthost]

No more hiding

I’ll be shining

Like I’m born to be

Dorian danced out of his bed chamber, clutching a hairbrush in his fist. He held it up to his mouth like a microphone.

"We dreaming hard, we came so far, and I know I believe..."

Sally Slater leapt out of the hall, landing at his side, and together they belted out:

"WE'RE GOING UP, UP, UP! IT'S OUR MOMENT! YOU KNOW TOGETHER WE'RE GLOWIN'! GONNA BE, GONNA BE GOLDEN!"

[angelic-petty]

[pumpkinespresso]

into the forest 🌲

[iliketoscaremyself]

[ghcstzone]

There’s that temper of yours

[asktheghosthost]

Just for fun/kicks...

(Promptly tickles the ribs/sides of Leota's headless body XD)

In the seance parlor...

Madame Leota was taking a post-tarot reading nap. She snored softly in her sleep while instruments quietly danced around her. Suddenly she twitched and let out a half-snorted giggle and woke herself up.

"Huh... wha..." She looked around. "The hell?"

[angelic-petty]

[asktheghosthost]

She has some concerns

“Why do the mortals act like that-“

"If you ask me," Dorian said indignantly, "it's because they believe that manners have gone out of style." He sniffed. "No attempt at class anymore!"

"Oh, come now," Beau chided. "As if you weren't foolish and impetuous when you were young and alive... And old and alive... And old and dead."

Dorian's jaw hung agape in offense. "How dare you! I was always the perfect gentleman."

"He squandered the family fortune on wild parties. And a petting zoo."

"I was providing entertainment to the community, as was my philanthropic duty."

Beau rolled his eye. "Mortals have always been foolish. It's part of their charm. If they weren't, very few of them would ever come here."