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paradisalogs2014-06-21 08:50 am
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It's a terrible life
Who: Meg & You
What: "It's a Wonderful Life" loss
When: June 19th-20th
Where: Anywhere in the castle
Rating: PG-13
Thursday morning rolled around, and Meg had seemingly disappeared from Paradisa altogether. Her room appeared vacant - missing nameplate and all, and the Death Match didn't open on time that day.
But she was there. Invisible, intangible, and incapable of doing a damn thing about it. Effectively a ghost, but without any of the nifty vengeful spirit tricks up her sleeve. She was so incredibly unamused by her predicament of not being able to speak to anyone or touch anything that it didn't even occur to her until much later to start spying on people. But once it did...? She just couldn't help herself.
What: "It's a Wonderful Life" loss
When: June 19th-20th
Where: Anywhere in the castle
Rating: PG-13
Thursday morning rolled around, and Meg had seemingly disappeared from Paradisa altogether. Her room appeared vacant - missing nameplate and all, and the Death Match didn't open on time that day.
But she was there. Invisible, intangible, and incapable of doing a damn thing about it. Effectively a ghost, but without any of the nifty vengeful spirit tricks up her sleeve. She was so incredibly unamused by her predicament of not being able to speak to anyone or touch anything that it didn't even occur to her until much later to start spying on people. But once it did...? She just couldn't help herself.
June 19
And he knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
He didn't even have any ghostly nuisances to take out any of his misplaced aggression on. Instead, he just heads outside the castle and starts up with target practice. Maybe if he blew up enough ice sculptures he could forget for just a short time about how wrong everything was.
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Ultimately, she just sat and sulked, watching him as he blew up ice sculptures. At least that was amusing. Ice sculptures in June were stupid, anyway. All they did was remind her of the last Christmas... when things were so much better. It was upsetting, as was watching one of her favorite people being affected by her absence. She couldn't imagine how she had ever ended up being such good friends with a teenage ghost hunter of all things, but there they were.
She just hoped this would be over soon, so she could give him a hug. Even if it was cheesy as hell, it was all she wanted.