> Follow!
>You make with the following.
>ELSEWHERE IN THE WORLD: Miko
>For the past while, you have been the "guest" of a pair of poltergeists, in their rather dingy home. One, the one in red who brought you here and goes by Lyrica, has been watching you like a hawk. The other, a rather inarticulate and kind of gloomy one in a black uniform named Lunasa, has tried to make light conversation. Thus far she's mostly been talking about various concerts she and her siblings have played at, and worries about a new musical act in the region that she refuses to go into details about might bite into their work. She has also politely served you a decent lunch of fried rice; you were rather surprised that there was any food here at all. Lyrica has been mostly sulking, you suspect from her demeanor and the general whisper of desires around you that she's probably realized her mistake, and is now trying to save her pride by hoping to catch you doing anything wrong at all.
>"So, um," says Lunasa, "I don't think I've seen you at any of the gatherings. Festivals and stuff."
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