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??? ([personal profile] worldofcolor) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortals2017-08-05 09:29 pm

WELCOME TO MAIN STREET

[The doombuggies stay put for a moment - perhaps a second too long. But suddenly, something about them changes. They rise up, ceremoniously, and seem to whisk through the halls of the mansion at a much faster pace than before. Eventually, they burst through the front door, taking the eight survivors, one dead body, and multiple pets of the Mansion Incident with them.

Once the doombuggies are outside, they rise higher up into the air, giving them a good view of what's happening down below them. The mansion, the home for wayward specters, starts to crumble.

It's a short ride through the night sky, up towards the second star to the right, before a flash of light hits their eyes and the doombuggies find themselves somewhere new.

It is a sunny place, a small town, abandoned but beautiful, filled with a few different buildings. There is a small building in the center of town, odd in design, and the doombuggies choose to settle in front of it.

It becomes clear in a moment why they choose to stop there, as descending from the home to the greet them is Walt himself.]


I'm glad to see you could all make it. This is Main Street, USA.

This is where we start to work to get your friends back. But for now, I'm happy to provide for all your needs and comforts, I'm sure you've all had quite a long day.

[He smiles, digging his hands into his pockets.]
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[personal profile] defyingfrigidity 2017-08-06 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[... Geez why you gotta pull that parental card, Walt.]

... Okay. If you really want me to. But... we can get to work soon, right?
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[personal profile] defyingfrigidity 2017-08-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay... okay. That seemed to be the key, and Elsa's shoulder's just slump, her swaying turning into a full-on stagger as she tries to keep herself upright. Her eyes sting like she's about to cry, but she's cried so much the past few months that there's just nothing more coming out.

All she can do now is bow, hands bunched up in her dress as she fights to keep her voice from wavering too much.]


Thank you so much, Walt. For everything that you did, for everything that you're helping us do...