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@XxM3th0dactingxX 
            megan shook her head, unwilling or unable to explain her position. from where she was sitting--the dewey velvet black, all the heat coming from the notebook jammed in the girl's bag--lyss was better than her. she had a reason to do things, even if it was just to make sense of them. she inserted herself into the cracks and left light there.
               "no, see..." megan's finger traced a pattern in between the designs of her shorts. aimless, but like she was connecting the dots somewhere along the line. "that's right. that's good. you like control? picking up and relying on yourself? i don't want that. i don't wanna *matter*, you know? that's too much work." somewhat emboldened, she continued, brushing her fingers through the grass, resting them on the rabbit's paws: "that's why i don't need to be good at anything. *i* don't *care* who knows what, if i'm not real anyway."
               lyss had drawn a line in the sand between boring and not-boring, and had placed megan on the right, but near the edge. just one flip of a word--semantics--could deposit her opposite. "besides, 'history' *is* boring if you don't *get it*. it doesn't matter if you and some d/ck in there"--flick toward the house--"get the same story. 'cause it's not quite real, anyway. it's just real to me." she could've been vehement or even precocious, but she mostly just sounded firm. her aversion to self-sufficience could've explained her own act of making herself 'unreal', like she was picking herself out of thin air. but the moony opal sheen of the idea remained intact and puzzling. megan didn't seem to care about any implication she gave.

[ @XxM3th0dactingxX ]
            
            "i suppose so. it's more fun deciding where you go, though." lyss shrugged. "soon as i can, i'm leaving." something she was prone to--something would happen, they'd all pack up and leave. not that she minded so much now.
            watching the bunny hop over to megan, she mused, "maybe that's a good thing. now you only have to tell me what you want me to know." and lyss wasn't generally too secretive, but this whole fresh start--however long she'd actually been in new jersey, people still didn't /see/ her, she didn't think--meant she could easily show herself to be whoever she wanted. or whoever the other person wanted. as long as the stories corroborated, mostly, she survived on these falsified versions of herself until she moved. if you don't succeed, try again. it hadn't blown up in her face awfully badly before; yet still she felt a little guilty, that megan was exposing this part of herself for a half-stranger, and felicity didn't even have the decency to tell her that she'd lived in maine, not illinois. but white lies never mattered much to most people. still. "that doesn't /sound/ boring," she probed, a half-smile on her face. she figured megan would take it as a compliment when she continued, "i figure that makes you more interesting. if you've got no backstory, /that's/ boring." she paused, chewed the inside of her cheek again, catching the other's gaze and returning it, seeking something out beneath her long lashes. "you've got history here. that's cool."

[ @cantstop_ ]
            
            // riiight? they’re an absolute staple of the genre i’m surprised they’re  not at least all-american rejects level famous yk? but not half as many people know them :(

; it breaks my heart that they never were able to break out the way patd did </3

[ @cantstop_ ]
            
            // XDDD & ur the first person to clock it!!! they’re sooo underrated

; anything !!

// ^^^ btw i’m planning on doing all three eventually, but i’ve got less stuff in my mind for the stranger things oc and am considering holding back on that til the new season. we shall see :]

@kandistars- /; pls ? And on @revolution-- 

[ @XxM3th0dactingxX ]
            
            'saw something as a kid, still in nj--mighta been purple,' sunny typed back excitedly, her response immediate as soon as her laptop pinged, startlingly loud in the silence of her room. her bedsprings creaked a little as she rocked side-to-side, attempting to focus. 'that 1 was more of a bright light :[ keep seeing mostly green but they do fly about a bit like dat O.O'
            new york was only--another glance at the map, a quick search--about fifteen minutes on a train from newark, assuming they were in the city. sunny was stuck in the middle of nowhere, really, but maybe they could meet in the middle? (a little forward, to be thinking of meeting this person they'd met online maybe twenty minutes ago; although sunny had never been one to think of practicalities like stranger danger, or the idea mari might be lying.) 'ya we're basically next door neighbours >:O we shud totes go looking!!! no luck but seeing them more+more :D ur the only 1 to take this srsly haha.' and even saying "no luck" might have been an overstatement--the sightings had increased as her believability had decreased apparently. glancing through mari's message again, she grinned at the little emoticon tacked on the end, a near-faithful rendition of her own. 'i'll meow at him when he comes back from hunting =(^o.<^)='

@XxM3th0dactingxX 
            mari bit at the inside of their cheek, thinking. they reached for an almost-flat can of ginger ale on their nightstand, sipped as they typed back, drink balanced precariously upon their sheets.
               'no shit !!! im in ny, we gotta be close. yes the same thing. in indiana, ig 5 yrs ago, i saw smth similar but it looked more purpley than green? and faster. it like.......swooped sort off in a arc shape.'
               leaving the message, they switched tabs again to their original post, then looked at the upvotes, scrolled through base screenames until they found sunny's, a similar stylized mismatch of letters and numbers. clicked through her replies to other people, lots of hopeful questions and lists and failed sparks of lukewarm conversation. mari frowned, feeling sorry for her.
               'we should go watch for smth together sometime. have u had any luck with finding anything abt them or whatevr?'
               scrolled again to the images of the cat. 'cute :3 hiiii sinatra. meow meow' they copied her blocky cat shape: '=(^-.-^)='

[ @XxM3th0dactingxX ]
            
            // SO SORRY I FORGOT 2 REPLY AAHHH!!!
            
            sunny jumped immediately at the ping in her inbox, despite half-expecting it. immediately she scanned through, tapping out a reply as fast as her fingers could manage: 
            'wasn't arizona :/ i'm in nj! i've seen stuff b4 but neva taken a piccy o-o was urs the same kinda thing? <|:D'
            and shit, she'd left in a picture of the cat--/not/ very professional. at least they liked it, though. she smiled, tacking on a little explanation: 'he's called sinatra =^-.-^= mom obsessed w the old singer guy XDD'
            as proof, she attached a picture of sinatra in a fedora, looking none too pleased with the situation, and sent the message, attempting for a minute or so to wait for their response patiently but finally switching tabs, heady with excitement over the prospect of new information. at least this time, they were 1. in the same country, and 2. most likely not insane, based on their response. too bad it had been arizona, but that was only--(she glanced up at the map poster just above her head, only lit dimly by their laptop screen)--seven states away! closer than the dead-end leads of wales or portugal.

alsooo just for reference— if there are any danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys/killjoys comics anons out there, i miiight be considering making a kobra kid or oc-based one! we’ll see :p

"As I said, I take vision very seriously. I don't think she needs them because it's an unnecessary risk to her eyesight all in the pointless pursuit of looking... pretty?"  He frowned, turning his head slightly to look at Wilbur,   "Yes, I am her dad. I think my opinion matters. Glue in the eye sounds horrid."

[ @-goldenghost ]
            
            "Why don'tcha?" Wilbur asked lazily, a little sympathetic but clearly not trying too hard. This wasn't exactly his area of expertise. "I mean, it's her decision, I dunno. I've never worn false eyelashes. You're her dad, anyway."

// i decided my reply was too short, so here's an added bit. i can't think of much else to add right now  :,)
            
            
            he glanced away, looking down the street, before letting his golden gaze settle back onto the younger man's expression.

"forty-two is not old."  he grumbled and took another drag of his cigarette. "it wasn't an attack. i just don't think it's a brilliant idea–"  he sighed.  "nevermind. i'm not your father." 

[ @schemesnap ]
            
            “aren’t you a little /old/?” wilbur argued back, taking the statement as a weird sort of insult and countering with the most childish argument possible: “everyone does it. who cares?” he took the lighter—ever polite, even in this mood, a grumpy ‘thankyou’ slipped out—and flicked it a few times with shaking fingers, finally drawing it close enough to light the end of the cigarette into a soft glow, hissing and fading out. “i’m not too young, anyhow. i’m /nineteen/.” perhaps a little hard to believe with his babyface. 

@kandistars-  //  i think we did!  i can go over to instagram to plan something with you in a moment.  :)

[ @-goldenghost ]
            // yes i think we have! i’d love to rp again, with whichever character you’d like — i might use wilbur :)
            if i remember correctly did we talk through instagram? if not i can give you my insta/discord anyway, to make it easier to plan things out, if you’d like :]

@kandistars-   //   hi !   i'm almost certain we've roleplayed before back when i was writing for a character called simon.  i'd love to rp with you again!  would you like to?  i have this midas character, and i also have a few other characters on other accounts.  :)