TO EVERYONE

[princessvegas]

[ In her domain, Julie sits in a booth, bent over the table with a stack of paper and pen. She bites the tip of her tongue in concentration, then starts writing invitations. She intends to leave them all over the Horizon, fliers more than proper addressed invites.

Soon, all of the off-worlders are able to see writing in their vision. This writing appears to simply be written on any nearby surface: a tabletop, on the page of a book in place of the text, in a pool of water. It sparkles to summon attention to itself, just enough of a twinkle to earn a glance. ]



[ It's signed at the bottom, Julie Lawry.

Soon, other thoughts may begin appearing in your vision, sparkling until they catch your eye. Your own thoughts can be broadcast too. If you put in a little effort, you can even send them directly to a specific person, or a group.

And most of you are welcome to the party. ]

Comments

[princessvegas]

Thanks. Honestly, I wasn't nervous at all until I accidentally told everyone in their eyes. I meant to give out paper invitations.

[ But now everyone has Expectations and the ability to immediately question her, as opposed to having to show up with no knowledge of what they were getting into. ]

No, I want it to be something fun. It's a party. I'm thinking little bottles of Fireball.

[aquaveiled]

O͎h͙ y͙e͙a͙h͙, t͙h͙a͙t͙ w͙a͙s͙ k͙i͙n͙d͙ o͙f͙ s͙h͙o͙c͙k͙i͙n͙g͙. I͎'m͙ u͙s͙e͙d͙ t͙o͙ h͙e͙a͙r͙i͙n͙g͙ r͙a͙n͙d͙o͙m͙ v͙o͙i͙c͙e͙s͙ i͙n͙ m͙y͙ h͙e͙a͙d͙, n͙o͙t͙ m͙y͙ e͙y͙e͙s͙.

[ Wait, fireball? She CAN help! ]

I͎ c͙a͙n͙ b͙o͙t͙t͙l͙e͙ s͙o͙m͙e͙ f͙i͙r͙e͙b͙a͙l͙l͙ f͙o͙r͙ y͙o͙u͙! I͎t͙'s͙ o͙n͙l͙y͙ f͙a͙i͙r͙ a͙ g͙u͙e͙s͙t͙ b͙r͙i͙n͙g͙ a͙ g͙i͙f͙t͙ f͙o͙r͙ t͙h͙e͙ h͙o͙s͙t͙, i͙s͙n͙'t͙ i͙t͙?

[princessvegas]

You know what Fireball is? I didn't know people made it themselves. Sure, you can bring some. Don't worry about bringing enough for everyone, I wouldn't want you to go through that much trouble. But I'll try some of yours.

2/2

[princessvegas]

Wait, you hear voices???

[aquaveiled]

Y͎e͙s͙, I͎ h͙a͙v͙e͙ m͙a͙d͙e͙ s͙o͙m͙e͙ b͙e͙f͙o͙r͙e͙.

[ She thinks she's an expert, actually. ]

S͎p͙e͙c͙i͙f͙i͙c͙a͙l͙l͙y͙ t͙h͙e͙ v͙o͙i͙c͙e͙ o͙f͙ t͙h͙e͙ M͎o͙t͙h͙e͙r͙ C͎r͙y͙s͙t͙a͙l͙, b͙u͙t͙ I͎ d͙o͙n͙'t͙ t͙h͙i͙n͙k͙ s͙h͙e͙ c͙a͙n͙ r͙e͙a͙c͙h͙ u͙s͙ h͙e͙r͙e͙ s͙o͙ i͙t͙ s͙h͙o͙u͙l͙d͙n͙'t͙ b͙e͙ a͙ p͙r͙o͙b͙l͙e͙m͙.

[princessvegas]

Does "Mother Crystal" usually get to you?

[aquaveiled]

S͎h͙e͙ u͙s͙u͙a͙l͙l͙y͙ j͙u͙s͙t͙ r͙e͙m͙i͙n͙d͙s͙ m͙e͙ t͙o͙ h͙e͙a͙r͙, f͙e͙e͙l͙, a͙n͙d͙ t͙h͙i͙n͙k͙.

[princessvegas]

Why do you need someone to remind you to do that shit?

[aquaveiled]

I͎ d͙o͙n͙'t͙, S͎h͙e͙ j͙u͙s͙t͙ s͙t͙a͙r͙t͙s͙ m͙o͙s͙t͙ c͙o͙n͙v͙e͙r͙s͙a͙t͙i͙o͙n͙s͙ t͙h͙a͙t͙ w͙a͙y͙ f͙o͙r͙ s͙o͙m͙e͙ r͙e͙a͙s͙o͙n͙.

E͎i͙t͙h͙e͙r͙ w͙a͙y͙ S͎h͙e͙'s͙ n͙e͙v͙e͙r͙ w͙r͙i͙t͙t͙e͙n͙ m͙e͙ l͙e͙t͙t͙e͙r͙s͙ t͙h͙r͙o͙u͙g͙h͙ m͙y͙ e͙y͙e͙b͙a͙l͙l͙s͙, s͙o͙ t͙h͙i͙s͙ w͙a͙s͙ k͙i͙n͙d͙ o͙f͙ e͙x͙c͙i͙t͙i͙n͙g͙ i̺n̺ a̺n͙ "o͙h͙ h͙e͙l͙l͙s͙ a͙m͙ I͎ g͙o͙i͙n͙g͙ i͙n͙s͙a͙n͙e͙" t͙y͙p͙e͙ o͙f͙ m͙o͙m͙e͙n͙t͙.

[princessvegas]

[ That's... concerning. Actually, that sounds a lot like how Flagg and Nadine have described the old witch in the east. Shit, this person can't be from Boulder, right?

No, of course not. No way. Someone from Boulder would know what Halloween is, after all. There wouldn't be any point for them to lie like the heretics they are, because Flagg would suss it out in a heartbeat.

She breathes out, having reassured herself. ]

Well, imagine that you didn't even know you were thinking a message to someone, then they just started answering you. It's creepy as shit.

[aquaveiled]

I͎t͙'s͙ e͙x͙t͙r͙e͙m͙e͙l͙y͙ c͙r͙e͙e͙p͙y͙! B͎u͙t͙ a͙ c͙r͙e͙e͙p͙y͙ p͙e͙r͙s͙o͙n͙ w͙o͙u͙l͙d͙n͙'t͙ i͙n͙v͙i͙t͙e͙ y͙o͙u͙ t͙o͙ a͙ f͙u͙n͙ p͙a͙r͙t͙y͙, r͙i͙g͙h͙t͙? A͎n͙d͙ I͎ t͙h͙i͙n͙k͙ w͙e͙ c͙o͙u͙l͙d͙ a͙l͙l͙ u͙s͙e͙ a͙ p͙a͙r͙t͙y͙.

[princessvegas]

Right. So I'll see you there?

[aquaveiled]

I͎ w͙o͙u͙l͙d͙n͙'t͙ m͙i͙s͙s͙ i͙t͙!

[ If she knew emojis, one would follow this text. Alas, it will not. ]