Dzisiejszy dzień był względnie.. dobry. Zapychałam się tymi jabłkami, gdy tylko chcialam jesc. Dzis mniej o jedzeniu, a bardziej o mnie. Okropnie, ale to okropnie mi przykro, ze ona wyjechala, a ja siedze tu sama. Ciagle tylko placze, i jakos nie wiem.. przykro mi, ze spedza tyle czasu z V, bo wczesniej spedzala go tyle ze mna. Czuje taka pustke.. i nie wiem co mam ze soba robic momentami. Jutro przyjezdza, ale ja ide do pracy, z ktorej wroce pozno, wiec zobaczymy sie doslownie.. na chwile. Po tym ona wraca do pracy. Cieżko mi bez niej, nie radze sobie, i jestem po prostu załamana tym wszystkim. Ale z drugiej strony, przez fskt ze sie nie widujemy.. moze zobaczy roznice, gdy w koncu osiagne swoj cel? moze sie wtedy zaskoczy, ile schudlam? Chcialabym.. sama juz szczerze nie wiem czego. Mama dzis kupila nutelle, spojrzalam na nia, odstawilam, i pomyslalam, damn, dam cukier, sama chemia.. i szczerze nawet nie mialam na nia ochoty, zamierzam udawac ze u nas w domu jej nie ma, tak jak zawsze, bo bywa bardzo rzadko, raz na pol roku? raz na rok? ciezko nawet stwierdzic.
i swear i’ve seen BUFFY SUMMERS around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of JUST A GIRL by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. people say the TWENTY-TWO year old showed up TWO YEARS ago. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is ANGEL DRINKING FROM HER. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found?
what’s your name?
"summers comma buffy, or more affectionately known as the slayer."
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
she closes her eyes, lost in the flashes. angel on death’s door… a cure. then the metallic scent of blood filling the air. the feeling of pain and ecstasy. but buffy doesn’t mention any of it. "graduation day is tomorrow… the ascension— i’m supposed to be saving the world right now."
do you remember how and where you died?
"in sunnydale.." she glanced up at the other two, distrust written all over her face. "i can’t really remember how," she lied.
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"yes. you need to go and tell my mom, joyce summers, and my watcher, giles. my friends as well… just tell them," she paused, trying to think of what could make their grieving lessen. "tell them i’m at peace."
now, the most important,do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
"yes.. as soon as possible. i would like to have my message not be a lie." because more than anything she just wanted to be at peace.
ooc:
here we have buffy. i’ve pulled her around the end of s3/beginning of college. would've done later so she would know dawn and tara, but depressed buffy depresses me 😭😭
she’s still her peppy self and fighting internally with how much she enjoys life here. she knows she has a mission, that if this is a hell dimension she should be fighting her way out and helping others as well. but she is happy to be normal again. to not missing out and fighting for her life every night.
connections wise: would love, love, love friends for her. but also other college students or professors as she will be a student. a potential love interest? she’s been here the longest of my muses, so you can just assume connections with her. or if you want to plot hit up my plotting call.
• • • velma dinkley // kristina tonteri-young. female. she/they. scooby doo. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen VELMA DINKLEY around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of LITTLE MISS PERFECT BY TAYLOR LOUDERMAN. people say the TWENTY EIGHT year old showed up A MONTH AGO. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is TRYING TO STOP BEN RAVENCROFT FROM BRINGING BACK HIS ANCESTOR’S GHOST. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found?
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
"The gang and I were invited by this author I liked, Ben Ravencroft, to visit Oakhaven. Said there was an interesting case there. There definitely was an interesting case alright. I didn't believe in actual ghosts before then but I suppose I know better now, all things considered."
do you remember how and where you died?
"I have theories. That whole ghost being real thing and her trying to destroy the world. My hypothesis is that my death likely had something to do with that."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"If you could contact the rest of the gang, that'd be helpful. Ideally, you wouldn't find any of them though. I really hope they're not dead."
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
"That's alright. I'd say we got a mystery on our hands and I'd like to see it to the end."
ooc: velma is a combo of the various classic hanna barbera animated series, the animated movies in the same universe as what's new scooby doo, and a bit of live action movies (2002 & 2004) influence. The sources that aren't factored into her lore are the new 'velma' adult animated series, and Mystery Incorporated.
well it's like he said, i'm an outdoor girl -- married to the king of the underworld. are you wonderin' where i've been? been to hell, and back again... but like my mama always said, ' brother when you're down, you're down & when you're up, you're up. if you ain't six feet underground, you're livin' it up on top. ' let's not talk about hard times -- pour the wine, it's summertime !
what’s your name?
ain't that a hoot ? been a dog's age ( and, brother, she's got herself a damned long-livin' dog ) since anyone ain't known her name on sight ; if that ain't just the livin' truth that this ain't the afterlife she knows, she don't know what is. persephone clucks her tongue, kicks her chair back. ' call me persephone, chickadee. '
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
brother, more like what don't she want to forget : her mighty ol' husband poutin' his way to high heaven as she takes off for the train up-top, himself finally burned up his time to keep her dragged down. this ain't quite a victory ( and, sure, something is wanting to pull her stomach down southernly, thinkin' about not seein' her man again ( but he ain't been her man in a while already ) ), but it ain't swelterin' here neither, no clang of machinery and no groans of the undead workin' their long awaited peace away. ' was gettin' myself a vacation away from my husband; he does minin' work, you see, gets overly serious about it. suppose i got myself another kind of extended vacation didn't i ? ' it's a joke only for her.
do you remember how and where you died?
' not all that convinced i am dead. such don't take well to my kind, ' she drawls. it's covering what she don't know -- how she wound up in this other-Hell. as a goddess, she ain't accustomed to not knowing ; it chafes under her skin. persephone shrugs ( another cover ). ' was steppin' off a train. that's all i know. '
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
' lord no. ' it flies out her mouth before she can even think better of it, but fates don't she mean it. give her some respite. give her some succor. give her a gods-be-damned break. her husband will find her soon enough on his own ; don't he just always.
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
a little trip down the river lethe . ' no, ' it comes out again - less a quick draw than a little garden walk, though. she simpers 'em, shoots them a wink. ' sweet of ya to ask, brothers, but i'd like one of them extended stays, you know. i'm sure i'll find my way home 'fore long if i want it bad enough. but right now, i don't want. '
⤫ EMMA SWAN ― 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 : savior ; 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 28 ; 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 : human ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she/her ; 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧 : once upon a time ; 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : ISTP ; 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : neutral good ; 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 : yes? .
people are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. you just gotta punch back and say, ' no, this is who I am. ' you want people to look at you differently ? make them -- you want to change things, you're gonna have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.
what’s your name?
there's a beat before she answers - a beat filled with every foster home, every teenage tangle with law enforcement, every one-night-stand. ' swan, ' she replies, cautious -- before she remembers that these guys, whoever the hell they are, apparently hold the fate of her afterlife in their hands. ' -- emma. swan. emma swan. '
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
what does she remember ? tumbling through the violent tornado of freaking-straight-up-real-magic ought to come first - but all that comes to mind is staring down her roommate and her roommate's wishy-washy ex on a sidewalk -- except that's not who they were by then, were they ? not mary margaret blanchard and david nolan ; snow white & prince charming. her parents. a pit in her stomach, knowing nothing she or they could say would be enough. her tongue wets her lips. ' uh... it's a blur. i guess, the mayor's office, in storybrooke, maine. '
do you remember how and where you died?
& that there's the kicker, isn't it. made it through a dragon, a pawnbroker who was the living embodiment of a knife in the back. made it through becoming a mother, ( a savior ?? ), and her second ever brush with magic takes her out. ( some savior. ) ' -- tornado, ' she replies, voice flat, eyes fixed straight ahead.
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
ask her a year ago & that would have been a laughable no. now - there's so many people she's let in behind her walls. mary margaret, august, ruby, ashley, dr. hopper... henry, henry, henry, henry, henry. oh, god, she just got him back. she feels panic rising in her throat and her fingers white-knuckle on the edge of the table. ' -- my son, ' she eventually croaks out ; and emma swan doesn't beg, but she damn well gets close looking at these men straight on for the first time. ' henry. henry mills. he's ten, he - he doesn't need to know the gory details, but - please - tell him i'm okay. that i'm... at... peace? ' that is laughable. ' and that - he needs to go with... um, his grandparents - he needs to stay away from her. ' regina ; she might have broken her curse but she fucking won in the end, didn't she. ' -- oh. and i guess - tell the same to my... parents, too. '
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
she blinks ; that's the last thing on her mind. does she want to move on ? what the hell does moving on entail ? emma's got a good guess it's a good deal more permanent than boxing up an apartment and kicking it to wherever the next state her caseworker directs her. ' uh -- sure. i guess. i don't know. no ? check in with me in like... i don't know. a while. i need to think. '
• • • cassandra cain // jessica henwick. cis woman. she/her. dc comics. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen CASSANDRA CAIN around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of GASOLINE BY HALSEY. people say the TWENTY-SIX year old showed up TWO WEEKS ago. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is WORKING ON A CASE IN GOTHAM AS BLACK BAT. but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found? ⸻
THE BASICS ;
NAME : Cassandra Cain • NICKNAMES: Cass. Batgirl. Black Bat. Orphan. •
• AGE : 26 • PRONOUNS : she/they. • OCCUPATION: former vigilante. • MBTI : ISFJ • ZODIAC SIGN : aquarius • ALIGNMENT : neutral good. • SEXUALITY : demisexuality. • BIRTHDAY : jan 26th. •
Death and dying were familiar concepts. A daughter brought up in the League of Assassins, robbed of words to strengthen her innate capabilities to kill, to read people. Not communicate, no, communication went both ways. Cassandra Cain was raised as a weapon, a weapon that through guidance from a complicated man she had come to consider father and a family that accepted her flaws and all became something more... a symbol for justice.
what’s your name?
She did not wish to answer, words caught in her throat. The old habits of wanting to revert to nonverbal communication coming to the surface. Were these two potential police officers even familiar with ASL? Cassandra cleared her throat, sitting up with a stiff back as she answered. "Cassandra Cain."
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
"Meeting with Barbara." She had been discussing a new lead with Oracle and adding plans for a girl's night with Steph the week after. Cass had gone on patrol. The details of the case were fuzzy now. Everything that night pieces of a puzzle that needed to be solved.
do you remember how and where you died?
She had to have been in Gotham. That was the only fact she knew for sure. "No."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"Yes. But... I can contact them myself." Batman would already be on the case. Oracle and Spoiler as well. Better handle this on her own without external influence.
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
"No." She took a moment and reminded herself to still be polite. "No, thank you." It wasn't worth the risk. Not just her own secret identity, but Cassandra and all of Batman Inc. to consider. Somewhere, no matter where nor when, she had full faith in her family working out a way to get her back home.
ooc: Cassandra will be a blend from the Young Justice show, some of her comic storyline and some dynamics from the Batfamily Adventures webtoon. Her backstory stays relatively the same. She's the daughter of Lady Shiva and David Cain, raised to be one of the best assassins. One of the sacrifices was never being taught to speak and instead relying on observation. It wasn't until she was taken under Batman's wing that she began a new chapter to be something more than a weapon. Cass still prefers ASL and while she understands a good number of languages, speaking is still hard for her at times.
• • • cora hale // julia dalavia. cis woman. she/her. teen wolf. ⸻ i swear i’ve seen CORA HALE around renata before… it could just be that they remind me of DON’T YOU SEE ME TRYING BY ERIN LECOUNT. people say the TWENTY FOUR year old showed up SIX MONTHS AGO. just… appeared, like the rest of them. the last thing they remember is BEING POISONED BY JENNIFER BLAKE AND BEING TREATED AT BEACON HILL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL but no one ends up here by accident, and sooner or later, everyone gets asked the same thing — do you want to be found? ⸻
god damn nemetons. if she never saw another fuck ass sacred tree, Cora could die happy... well, that hardly mattered anymore. How utterly disappointing to escape death thrice, the fire, the aftermath with hunters, a damn alpha pack, only to succumb to... poison? The werewolf couldn't be too sure. Reluctantly, she allowed herself to be guided to the abandon police station. Might as well get with the program until things started making sense again.
what’s your name?
She was disoriented though not unfamiliar with being on this side of an interrogation table. No matter how pleasant their demeanor, that's exactly what this was⸻ an interrogation. Best way forward would be to tell the truth... no matter how much she rather keep to herself, well a version of the truth at least. "Cora. Cora Hale."
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
"I was sick. My uncle and brother were with me at the hospital." That was a simplified version of the truth. She didn't feel as though she owed these men a long winded explanation about alpha werewolves, deranged druids and wolfsbane poisoning. The hospital was under attack. There was also a storm, potentially a power outage, the pack's voices had blended together in her feverish haze. What Cora remembered most was the pain.
do you remember how and where you died?
She had to presume it was from the poison but some generic sickness likely had close enough symptoms. "I think I died in transport... in an ambulance. They were going to transfer me to another hospital. I didn't make it." Cora gestured herself. "Clearly."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"Among the dead or living?" That had to be a reasonable clarifying question. "My brother? Though, to be fair, I hope he's not here. There's my Uncle Peter... which for the sake of the living, it would be good if he was here." Not that she was actively wishing death upon her uncle, the man had enough demons of his own. "Would the rest of my family be here? If not, then... there's no one else."
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
Maybe this was all limbo, some sort of spiritual in-between, she was sure some elder would imply this was a test. Oh, how Cora was so tired of pointless trials and tribulations. "Yeah. Why not? Dead is dead."
ooc: Cora is pretty much plucked from episode 10 of Teen Wolf's Season 3A with a good amount of headcanon to explain her disappearance between the Hale fire and her showing back up in Beacon Hills.
In my headcanon, Cora was initially placed in foster care after the fire. She just kept trying to get back to Beacon Hills whenever she'd be placed in families. To her knowledge, Peter was the only survivor and was the one who got her out. But in his semi-comatose state, the only option was the foster system. Eventually, Cora was found by a visiting alpha, a friend of her mothers, and brought back to Brazil to be raised along side the pack. Cora is surprisingly knowledgable about the basics of supernatural creatures having been raised by a pack that made conscious effort to educate their young to avoid a repeat of the Hale tragedy. It was when rumors of a new Hale alpha started circulating the supernatural community that brought Cora back to California.
I'm still figuring out details of her Renata life.
what’s the last thing you remember before you got here? take your time… you don’t have to remember everything. anything you can remember is enough.
she was at college, but was returning home to hatchetfield to visit her friends and pete. "i was driving home to visit for the first time in a while. i don't really like to go back there a lot."
do you remember how and where you died?
"so it is true?" she asked. "i'm dead?" this clearly wasn't the black and white that max had been taken to and likely not where her father was either. "no," she added, returning to the actual question. "no idea what happened."
is there anyone who might still be looking for you? family, friends… anyone at all? do you want us to contact them?
"all my family is dead," stephanie said, trying not to roll her eyes. "but peter. he's... tell him i'm okay."
now, the most important, do you want us to find your body? if we do, that means you’ll move on… that you’ll disappear from here as well.
