1st Stanza Audio UN:Marsh

[gristle]

[The voice you hear is a teenage girl, and she sounds a little disgusted. Whether or not this post was an accident is up for debate. But she'll respond either way.]

What the fuck kind of place is this? I thought the adults were supposed to care. Sure doesn't look like it.

I need a cigarette.

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[threatenwithcuteness]

I'm... neither? I kinda hate magic, aliens are alright but I'm human.

The hair thing is just- something I got done here. But I kept it this color at home it just was a lot of work.

[gristle]

They can do that with your hair?

[She's from Maine in the 80s, punks weren't all that on the scene there.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

It's easier to just accept this sorta stuff is possible.

I mean we live on a moon. With a portal. To everywhere.

Impossible is just like, Tuesday? Getting too pressed on all that will just give you wrinkles.

[gristle]

Just because there's a portal to everywhere doesn't mean that it's like something you'd expect though.

Who are you?

[threatenwithcuteness]

I said, I'm Lola. I've just been here a while, so you get sorta used to everything. This is- home, now.

*She's both peppy and matter-of-fact with all of this. This isn't weird or unusual, honestly the parts that are missing are weirder than the parts that are here.*

I live- lived, with a viking who had a life draining kid. The mansion was owned by a boy who turned into animals. My boyfriend has a robot lion that's smaller than it should be.

I guess there's a lot of impossible I've just kinda accepted.

I mean, you're here, something at home had to make you fall out of your reality. Like all of us. My reason is just dumb.

[gristle]

Right. Sorry. 'm Bev.

Something not quite right with your reality caused this?

[Well, there is that whole clown thing...]

How long have you been here?

[threatenwithcuteness]

Nice to meet you.

Huh, no, my reality is just sorta... boring. I guess, everyone else has like space witches and magic to stress them out. Real stuff, my reason just seems sorta stupid.

*Lola's so painfully mundane.*

Um, a year and a half? But I haven't tried to go back. I kinda like it here. I sorta have a life put together.

[gristle]

[And Bev is just going to think about that for a minute.]

Isn't there anyone who misses you?

[threatenwithcuteness]

I- don't really know how that works. Like, I got memories from home and I was still there, but I'm also here. It's like really technical and I flunked all my science classes.

*Lola's attempted to figure out what's what but it makes her head hurt and she can only afford so many smoothies to offset this.*

I miss them, but... I don't miss everything that happens with them. Like, in a perfect moon my friends would be here.

[gristle]

...I can see that.

[IF the rest of the Loser's Club could chill here for a while it'd be pretty great.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

This place isn't, like, always safe.

But it is always interesting, and new. And... you know, impossible.

*There's a beat, maybe Lola will be cool.*

...But you still shouldn't smoke unless it doesn't ruin your teeth. And voice. And lungs. That's super gross and you'll hate yourself looking back.

[gristle]

No I won’t.

[gdit Lola.]