[Alright, this is...hm. It's a little less colorful than the ghost zone is, but she can deal with the possibility of not being crammed into a thermos every few days or so. Besides, a world without that little meddling ghost freak would be a lot more fun to mess with, wouldn't it?
That is, if any of her abilities wanted to work.
Ember first tries phasing right out of the room when she first appears, and gets nothing. Then, she attempts singing to the guard as they bring her down to the village, and she just gets an odd look. It doesn't help that her hair gets snuffed out by the rain. So, you know what? Scratch all that positivity. This whole place freaking sucked.
She heads down to the village and wanders around a little, taking in her environment. Eventually, she just kind of stops and finds a nice spot against a building to people-watch. Crossing her arms, she watches as people go by, before calling out to another person.]
Yo, dipstick. Something about this place seem off to you? Besides the whole "trapped in the Dork Ages" thing.
Day Two
[ONCE A YEAR WE THROW A PARTY HERE IN TOWN, ONCE A YEAR SOMETHING SOMETHING UPSIDE DOWN...
Ember is pretty chill about this whole thing. She doesn't really enjoy crowds if they aren't screaming her praises, but she can indulge in a bit of hedonism once in a while, so it balances itself out well. She hasn't really needed to eat in a pretty long time, so she avoids the food stalls out of habit for now. But she does find herself in one of the the hookah tents pretty quickly.
Hard to break that habit.
Ember's going to lay back against some pillows, take the occasional puff, and cross her legs. She can appreciate that the vibe in here is decently chill. For now.]
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[Alright, this is...hm. It's a little less colorful than the ghost zone is, but she can deal with the possibility of not being crammed into a thermos every few days or so. Besides, a world without that little meddling ghost freak would be a lot more fun to mess with, wouldn't it?
That is, if any of her abilities wanted to work.
Ember first tries phasing right out of the room when she first appears, and gets nothing. Then, she attempts singing to the guard as they bring her down to the village, and she just gets an odd look. It doesn't help that her hair gets snuffed out by the rain. So, you know what? Scratch all that positivity. This whole place freaking sucked.
She heads down to the village and wanders around a little, taking in her environment. Eventually, she just kind of stops and finds a nice spot against a building to people-watch. Crossing her arms, she watches as people go by, before calling out to another person.]
Yo, dipstick. Something about this place seem off to you? Besides the whole "trapped in the Dork Ages" thing.
Day Two
[ONCE A YEAR WE THROW A PARTY HERE IN TOWN, ONCE A YEAR SOMETHING SOMETHING UPSIDE DOWN...
Ember is pretty chill about this whole thing. She doesn't really enjoy crowds if they aren't screaming her praises, but she can indulge in a bit of hedonism once in a while, so it balances itself out well. She hasn't really needed to eat in a pretty long time, so she avoids the food stalls out of habit for now. But she does find herself in one of the the hookah tents pretty quickly.
Hard to break that habit.
Ember's going to lay back against some pillows, take the occasional puff, and cross her legs. She can appreciate that the vibe in here is decently chill. For now.]