~Tuesday, July 17, 1928~

YarnKittymon: : ::they started the play a few days ago, and attendance has steadily increased each day. Libby has been in good spirits, even though at this rate, her skin may be permanently stained green::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::even Becky's been taking part in the play, although the make up comes off a lot easier for her::
Quantum Catz: ((^_-))
SP00KY One: MV: :::Maeve is present and currently perched on a chair waiting for curtain call. She appears to be calm but is quite nervous.::::
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is playing one of the female leads, so she's still out on stage::
YarnKittymon: : ::one of the actors--an earth man that Maeve's character killed and tried to eat (he has the "bite marks" to prove it) smiles at Maeve backstage, whispering that she was great::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::comes up beside Maeve, since her character's part's finished:: I think i prefered doing the lights
SP00KY One: MV: :::smiles::: Thanks you too. :::looks over at Becky.::: Oh why? You were great! Didn't you have fun?
SP00KY One: ((do the aliens win? do we get to die?))
YarnKittymon: LB: ::almost misses a line looking out at a man in the audience wearing an army uniform, but she recovers::
YarnKittymon: ((Everyone decides to live in peace and stuff. ^_-))
Quantum Catz: BM: Acting isn't really my thing i guess
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods::: I think it appeals to me because you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else, leaving your own problems behind.
Quantum Catz: BM: I guess
YarnKittymon: : ::there's some wild cheering, and Orion soon gets onstage and starts announcing the actors for the curtain call::
SP00KY One: MV: :::gets up and heads toward the stage:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::follows after her::
YarnKittymon: : ::a few kind of rowdy men cheer wildly for Maeve, even remembering her character's Martian name; one says she can nibble on him any time::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::rolls her eyes::
SP00KY One: MV: :::grins widely, enjoying the attention::: Careful, or I might just take you up on that offer.
YarnKittymon: : ::finally, the applause dies down and the nearly-full audience starts to exit::
SP00KY One: MV: Ah leaving so soon? But we haven't had the main course. :::pouts::: Fresh blood.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles:: We're supposed to be living in peace with them now
YarnKittymon: LB: Malarina, hush. There will be more people for you to eat next show, besides. ::smirks, heading backstage::
SP00KY One: MV: ::frowns::: Peace is so highly over rated
YarnKittymon: : ::suddenly, a man probably nearing forty, in a clean army uniform, appears in front of the stage, seeming to flicker just a little, not unlike Becky. He looks at the few people onstage, as puzzled as they are::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::stops, not sure what to do or say::
SP00KY One: MV: :::glances sideways at Becky but still has her eyes on him::: Friend of yours?
Quantum Catz:
BM: Never seen him before
SP00KY One: MV: Let it never be said that we lead boring lives. :::walks up to him and extends her hand::: Malarina, martian from outer space. And you are?
YarnKittymon: : ::extends his hand, smiling slightly:: Well, I've seen things more frightening. Milo Williamson, at your service.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::repeats:: Williamson?
SP00KY One: MV: ::brow crinkles::: That name sounds familiar.
YarnKittymon: ML: ::nods, looking around:: Have you seen my little honigbeine anywhere? Although I might not recognize her, if she's dressed as you two ladies are.
Quantum Catz: BM: Are you related to Libby?
SP00KY One: MV: A honig...what?
YarnKittymon: ML: Honeybee. It's my nickname for her. ::smiles at Becky:: She's my little girl.
Quantum Catz: BM: But...Libby said... ::she looks around for Libby::
SP00KY One: MV: :::nods::: Oh.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::said she was going backstage, so she's not in sight::
Quantum Catz: BM: She said you were...dead. You died in the war...
SP00KY One: MV: :::her eyes widen::: Maybe I should just go get Libby. I think she went backstage. :::runs off to get her:::
YarnKittymon: ML: ::sobers a bit; quieter:: Well...I did...
YarnKittymon: LB: ::is sitting on a wooden chair backstage, leaned against the wall, fast asleep::
SP00KY One: MV: :::calls out softly::: Libby?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::frowns uncertainly:: You're not trying to tell me you're a ghost?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::doesn't wake::
YarnKittymon: ML: ::smiling softly:: You can call me whatever you like.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::takes a step towards him, her hand reaching out as if to see if he's solid::
SP00KY One: MV: :::finds her and calls to her again, her voice a little unsure::: Libby?
YarnKittymon: ML: ::his hand can be touched, but if Becky presses a little, her fingers will go right through him::
YarnKittymon: : ::the bite-marked actor looks at Maeve:: Won't she wake? Maybe she needs her sleep...
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks a little torn::: She probably does but ... :::looks toward the stage bighting her lip::: I dont think I want to be the one to wake her. But then she should see who is out there. I know I would want to if I was her.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::presses harder and when she sees her fingers go through him she backs away, looking pale:: You're really...How did you get here?
YarnKittymon: : ::the actor yells in Libby's ear:: Hey, Miss Williamson! Wake up!
YarnKittymon: LB: ::doesn't stir::
SP00KY One: MV: :::jumps:::
YarnKittymon: ML: ::thinks for a while; finally:: Strong wishes and memories.
SP00KY One: MV: Maybe I will just go get Becky. ::runs back onstage:::
Quantum Catz: BM: You mean you wanted to see her again?
SP00KY One: MV: Uh, Becky, she appears to be... asleep. I can't wake her.
YarnKittymon: ML: ::softly:: No...she wanted to see me.
YarnKittymon: : ::the audience is almost cleared out by now, though a few people remain behind, watching the scene::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks from Maeve to Milo:: Is that...why she won't wake up?
YarnKittymon: : ::a voice comes from the audience, not Milo:: Yes...
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks confused:::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks confused too:: How...?
YarnKittymon: : ::a dark-skinned woman in the audience stands up; she's wearing rather flimsy, flowy clothing, and speaks with an irregular accent; glances at the few other people around:: It is my power.
SP00KY One: MV: What is? To make people sleep?
YarnKittymon: : To *summon.*
SP00KY One: MV: :::heart beating a little faster::: The dead?
: ::the woman smiles widely::
YarnKittymon: ML: Please stop frightening the ladies.
SP00KY One: MV: :::daring to sound a tad hopefull, her expression blank::: You can really do that? bring back anyone?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::frowns disbelievingly:: Is this *really* Libby's dad's ghost?
YarnKittymon: : For a visit...for a price.
YarnKittymon: ML: ::frowns at the woman, silently::
SP00KY One: MV: :::her voice wavers::: What kind of price?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::doesn't look like she believes the woman::
YarnKittymon: : Fifty dollars. And traditionally, I require at least four people who knew the deceased to be present for the summoning.
Quantum Catz: BM: There aren't four people here who knew Libby's dad
SP00KY One: MV: :::her expression falls::: Oh.
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman is quiet for a while; finally:: That's why she's asleep.
Quantum Catz: BM: Then what was the point in this? If she won't see him
YarnKittymon: : ::suddenly angry:: It wasn't on purpose!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::sighs:: Can you undo it then? I'd rather have Libby than her dad's ghost
YarnKittymon: : ::more composed:: It will fade, in its own time.
SP00KY One: MV: :::appears to be finding a spot on the floor quite fascinating..:::
Quantum Catz: BM: How long's that?
YarnKittymon: : Sometimes a few minutes, sometimes an hour.
SP00KY One: MV: ::still staring, whispers quietly::: Will he still be here when she awakes?
YarnKittymon: : ::after an uncomfortable pause:: I don't know. The ways of the dead are mysterious indeed.
Quantum Catz: BM: How do you know it's his ghost and not just some...projection...made up of Libby's memories?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman turns angry, looking around at the few people left in the room:: Don't be stupid! Which is easier, to summon a ghost, or to piece together "memories"?
SP00KY One: MV: :::shrugs:::: Wishful thinking? I think.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::mutters:: Would depend on whether you thought ghosts were capable of being summoned, which could be easier
YarnKittymon: : ::finally, one of the actors comes out and politely asks the remaining audience members to leave, ignoring the "gypsy"::
YarnKittymon: : ::once the other audience members have left, the woman sits down, frowning; she's lost most of her accent:: Don't blow my act. I make a lot of money.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Milo:: So he's not really a ghost?
YarnKittymon: : ::quietly:: He fooled you, didn't he?
SP00KY One: MV: ::looks at the woman angrily::: So you feed off other people's pain in hopes to get some fast cash while making them believe they are going to get to say goodbye to someone they lost?
YarnKittymon: : ::still in a subdued voice:: They *do* get to say goodbye. If it brings them comfort, why should I deny them that?
Quantum Catz: BM: What is he really? How do you do it?
SP00KY One: MV: :::through clenched teeth::: How do they say goodbye if they arent really there?
YarnKittymon: ML: ::is standing by the stage, waiting patiently::
YarnKittymon: : Just like you said, he's her memories. It's draining to have your loved one projected like this, which is why I won't do it unless there's at least four people present; otherwise, someone might faint.
SP00KY One: MV: So he doesn't share any of her father's memories? Only the ones that Libby is projecting? So its not *really* him.
Quantum Catz: BM: I suppose it's enough for some people
SP00KY One: MV: :::frowns::: i guess it would be nice to *see* them again, but it wouldn't--
YarnKittymon: : Exactly. Sometimes the projected one will even have memories that the bereaved have forgotten.
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks skeptical::: Real ones or made up ones by you?
YarnKittymon: : ::looks rather offended:: I have no control over any of my ghosts!
SP00KY One: MV: :::rolls her eyes::: Oh thats great. Real comforting. So if you bring back the ghost of a killer then what?
YarnKittymon: : Well, he wouldn't be able to hold a knife. Calm down!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Milo, ignoring the conversation; softly:: Libby really loved her dad
SP00KY One: MV: I am perfectly calm.
YarnKittymon: ML: ::smiles slightly at Becky:: I know...I loved her too, even though I didn't spend time with her as I should have...
SP00KY One: MV: :::bites her lower lip again, thinking. but stays silent:::
YarnKittymon: : Wouldn't you pay to see someone you loved again, even if it was just an illusion?
SP00KY One: MV: ::softly::: Yes
Quantum Catz: BM: ::to Milo:: I wish...she could see you...just for a moment
YarnKittymon: : ::more gently:: If you find enough of her friends, I'll show you for free.
YarnKittymon: ML: But maybe it's better this way. If she saw me, she might miss me again.
SP00KY One: ((huh what? i got confused. show who for free? and do you think i am talking about Serena? cause i aint))
YarnKittymon: ((Heehee, the gypsy lady reads the newspapers. ^_-))
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly:: Maybe it is better this way
SP00KY One: MV: :::looks a little stunned, then ashamed::: I didn't even think about...
YarnKittymon: ML: ::after a moment, twists one of his hands; a softly glowing sphere appears in it::
Quantum Catz: BM: That was...his power...
YarnKittymon: : ::to Maeve:: It's all right. I'm sure the real dead don't judge us.
SP00KY One: MV: Whats that?
YarnKittymon: ML: ::looks back at Maeve, then Becky, smiling:: I guess I am what you seem to call a "freak."
SP00KY One: MV: ::::looks down::: It would be nice to see her again also, if only to tell her I'm sorry. Do they take memories from here back down... there?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly at Milo:: She said she wasn't completely sure it wasn't just a trick
SP00KY One: MV: ::looks at the sphere, transfixed and moves closer::: What does it do?
YarnKittymon: : That, I don't know.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks at Milo uncertainly:: Do you even know?
YarnKittymon: ML: Nothing useful. If it leaves my hand it'll disappear. But it's pretty, and it saved a few people back in Europe. Not that it did much good for me in the long run.
SP00KY One: MV: ::looking at it::: Its pretty.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly:: Yeah, it is
YarnKittymon: ML: ::suddenly:: Tell my Libby I love her, and I'm proud of her.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::nods sadly:: I will
SP00KY One: MV: Wait... whats it like down there...up there? Do you know?
YarnKittymon: ML: ::smiles sadly:: I'm not real, Martian lady. But it's nothing to be afraid of.
SP00KY One: MV: Im not afraid, I was just wondering how poeple.. if... nevermind.
Quantum Catz: BM: ::smiles slightly at Maeve::
SP00KY One: MV: ::smiles a little at Becky and drops her gaze back to the floor:::
YarnKittymon: ML: Don't worry about it. I can tell you that no one you miss would want you to be the least bit sad...::he looks a bit more transparent::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::looks over at the woman:: Is your power fading now?
YarnKittymon: : Seems to be.
SP00KY One: MV: ::nods::: I know, but sometimes I cant help it. I miss them too much. I'm sorry the two of you didn't get to talk.
YarnKittymon: ML: ::quietly:: May I see her, at least?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::nods:: If you want, she's through the back - i'll take you
YarnKittymon: ML: ::follows, trying to rest his hand on Becky's shoulder, though he has to hold it carefully there to keep it from going through her::
Quantum Catz: BM: ::goes through to where Libby's sitting, asleep, and then looks over at Milo, smiling slightly::
YarnKittymon: ML: ::smiles, trying to touch Libby's face, though he's fading::
YarnKittymon: ML: She's still pretty, even made-up...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::softly:: I'm sorry you couldn't talk to her...
YarnKittymon: ML: It's all right.
YarnKittymon: LB: ::slowly opens her eyes, just as her father's image is fading; she looks at the spot, more than a little surprised:: Must've...nodded off...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::softly:: Yeah, we...tried to wake you...
YarnKittymon: LB: For what? What's the matter?
Quantum Catz: BM: ::shakes her head and smiles:: Nothing, doesn't matter
YarnKittymon: LB: ::sits up:: I'll have to touch-up my make-up...is everything else ready for the next show?
YarnKittymon: LB: ::stands, smiling:: I tell you, without me, this place would fall apart...
Quantum Catz: BM: ::chuckles:: Most likely, yeah
SP00KY One: MV: :::a loud crash comes from onstage::: I'm alright! Everythings ok! I got it!
Quantum Catz: BM: ::turns to the sound and laughs::

On to Wednesday, July 18, 1928 (Venura)
On to Wednesday, July 18, 1928 (AIM)

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