[congratulations, lamp, luna doesn't seem to be here anymore... though it looks like she about evaporated with how much of her hair and skin is on the floor, like a snake shedding its scales.
All that's left is just this creepy thing, a metal skeleton wallowing in the corner with bright red lights where the eyes should be and a fun addition that scrapes against the ceiling from time to time.
Eventually, it will look up, as if noticing that there's something there thst is out of place. It slowly gets up. Walks over.
[Well, the voice SOUNDS like Luna! She'll withdraw her hand, though her face doesn't change. It really can't, unfortunately, when you don't technically have a face...]
...Missile? Wh.... why in the world are you... [In here? A lamp? YOU KNOW. MANY QUESTIONS.]
Ah... That's right, I remember you mentioned you weren't alive.
I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
Don't worry, Miss Luna! You're still a person without your clothes, just like I'm still a Pomeranian without my fur coat! We can ask Miss Peach to fix this!
[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?
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w5, tuesday? wednesday?
suddenly, there's a lamp on the table. was the lamp there before? it's awfully noticeable. ]
Tuesday plz
All that's left is just this creepy thing, a metal skeleton wallowing in the corner with bright red lights where the eyes should be and a fun addition that scrapes against the ceiling from time to time.
Eventually, it will look up, as if noticing that there's something there thst is out of place. It slowly gets up. Walks over.
And taps at the lamp curiously.]
👍
but when Luna taps the lamp's frame, it frantically wiggles, squeaking as it rocks back and forth. ]
Hey! That tickles!
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W-what?
[Well, the voice SOUNDS like Luna! She'll withdraw her hand, though her face doesn't change. It really can't, unfortunately, when you don't technically have a face...]
...Missile? Wh.... why in the world are you... [In here? A lamp? YOU KNOW. MANY QUESTIONS.]
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Hi, Miss Luna! I woke up as a soul again, but this lamp was the only thing I could jump into! It's very strange.
What happened to you? Are you a ghost too? That's a funny looking body_
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I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
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[ the lamp stops bouncing for a moment at her last words, before extending its neck in her direction. a closer look, somehow...? ]
Oh, I see! So all your clothes fell off! Were they too dirty or something?
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I have... sort of a second layer of "clothes". It's what looks like my skin, and what makes me look like a... a person.
It, um... it broke and fell apart. And I don't have another one. That's why I look like this.
[Ah. She glances towards the wings on her back, and then sighs.]
Um... besides these. These are... um. New.
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[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?