House Log 001: Find me way out there; there's no road that will lead us back

[payingfordeliverance]

Who: The Pandoras + various assorted acquaintances, perhaps
What: Catchall log for the PH cast, for our various non-event needs!
When: October + November
Where: Pandora House, which needs a cooler name, and perhaps elsewhere

Content Warnings: No specifics as of yet but there will probably be ghosts, PTSD, depression and grief, and also literally everyone in this cast is dead oops.

Comments

[wishforaneye]

Oh, you've got an idea there!

[Of course she was going to move back with all of that salt-

Then it was all mobilized around her, like she was inside of a tornado made completely of salt. A very rotund salt tornado, and one she could expand as she moved her hands as if pushing it away. None of it touching her or anyone else, careful of even the inanimate objects near her.

She did laugh, however.]

It's like I'm in a snow globe!

[A salty snow globe.]

[ghostharasser]

A really salty snow globe. That's awesome! And it's probably to keep you safer.

[He glances back at the door they are about to mess with.]

I don't want to put anyone on edge but, there's not telling what might be on the other side of the door. The better prepared, the better, you know?

[wishforaneye]

Being able to direct it will most certainly help weaponize it if need be, too.

[That was an utter delight judging by tone alone. It all settled again, in that protective orb she'd had going at first, legs still tucked close as if she were sitting on them. Vague little patterns forming in the salt.

Mostly happy little figures, cats, and rabbits- but that was just some idle thing to wait for this all to go down.]

Being on edge and prepared is better than relaxed and unguarded, certainly. You seem well prepared yourself.