R5: ghost hangout

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[What's this? The fog of the miasma has pulled back, revealing a path down to the basement. None of the living seem to notice it though, only those who are dead are aware of it.

Down in the basement is a large furnished room. It doesn't seem as dusty as the rest of the house, and it actually seems lived in? Or...un-lived in, technically. But the lighting here works and there's plenty to do. Even if the ghosts might not need it, there's several beanbag chairs (brought in by one of the many groups of teenagers who have disappeared into the house), a large couch, and even a jacuzzi. Because even if you're in eternal pain, you can relax a bit, right?

If the ghosts look up, they'll see that the ceiling appears to be made of spider-patterned stained glass. Which is weird, considering that it should be floorboards and such. But the stained glass allows them to look up into all parts of the house and easily spy on the living. What they hear can be hit or miss, especially if the living are whispering, but seeing what they're up to should be easy enough.

Well. Might as well make the most of this space, right?]

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[Well, there's something poetic about a dragon reading a fairytale, even if one then has to ask whether she needs avoid the tales about maneating dragons -- really, it depends on how the Vessel life goes, and she probably wasn't worse than Ango. Even. With everything.

Subete pauses briefly once he walks in, because it's not like he's not going to notice the dragon in the room, but then he just sort of moves on to pick out what he wants from the stacks. He did move a good amount of reading to his room, but there's something about reading in here...

And for a time it's almost peaceful, the turning of pages under the omnipresent hum of miasma in your skull and in the seat next to you.]

It may be a question that's hard to answer, but I do wonder. How is life for a retired Vessel?

[He doesn't look up from his book, though he does pick up the question like it's a conversation they were already having. Why not.]

[lightreaching]

[ Her fingers halt in the middle of turning a page, and she sucks in a breath.

Hmm. She didn't think he'd ask something like that. ]

I feel...somewhat more 'myself.' [ ..... ] But I am becoming very tired.

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[It really is a question he's been wondering since the very first Vessel from their numbers sauntered out into the living room and had herself a merry time lasering things around and so on. It's only grown, slowly, in the ensuing weeks as Vessel after Vessel takes their place in the ranks.

He hasn't particularly had a reason to get cozy with any of the ghosts, but now there's not really any way not to; he might as well take advantage of it. Easily:]

Ah. I was wondering how much a sense of 'themselves' those in the grips of the hivemind still had, particularly given your demeanors as Vessels. Truthfully, I was bracing myself for another sermon or two in the basement.

[Why is he like this. A glance at her over his book, but then he seems to be actually going back to reading it in the middle of the conversation. A thoughtful hum carries for a moment.]

Is being yourself tiring?