SOMEONE GOT A GOOD PLOT? (CLOSED)

"Bold of you to assume I thought this through." She said, deadpan. "Let's just pick some bands we like and hope for the best."

He started giggling uncontrollably. "Let's summon Justin Beiber,"

"Fuck no. Plus, he is unfortunately alive." She said, setting it up.

"Aw damn," John giggled, touching the board. "You'd think ghosts would be a little less fond of communicating through a cardboard plate." He commented, pressing a thumb against the fraying edge. "Aren't most of these things normally made with wood?"

"Dude, it's some hasbro shit I got a Toys R Us to use as a Halloween decoration, it's not really the best quality." She placed her fingers on the triangle thing. "So, lets do this."

"My mom said the people playing move it but their brains dont make them aware of it," John spoke, doing as his childhood friend requested.

"You got a better idea?" She asked, closing her eyes. "Uhhhh… spirits? Ummm, can we have some guidance? We have no clue what we are doing. With this or our music."

John giggled a little, again. "Very professional.."

Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."

Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."

May I join?/

Id say yes!! You cool with it, CW?)

Lucida glared playfully. "You try then."

John cleared his throat dramatically. "Well, hallowed, glorious entities, I request kindly to.. elucidite your.. Advice." Elucidite wasn't even a word.

((Heck yeah!!))

"Dude, do you even English." She asked, laughing. "But, I mean, if you guys are really there, we'd love some help."

John laughed quietly. "And if Shakespeare's there, God help my english grade."

"Yeah, maybe that too. Or not. He's a bit of a dick." She said, shrugging

John lightly facepalmed. "Question! Is David Boey's son named big chungus?" Oh John. Your affinity for cringey memes is infinite.

Name: Iris Winters
Age: 16
Gender: Agender
Sexuality: Aromantic
Looks: Pale skin, black hair dyed purple at the end, brown eyes, is definitely still stuck in 2006, also fucking tall.
Personality: Iris is… An asshole, to say the least, they have a weird sense of humor and is a bit of a wannabe edgelord.
Plays: Sings
Fave Icon: Single By Sunday, a lesser known band but one that has some pretty damn good songs.
Other:

"Like I said, he's a bit of a dick." She said, dropping her head. "Feel free to kill him if you want."

Ooo! I love iris already 😂 )

"Jesus fuck, Lucy, am I that bad?" John pretended to be sorely offended, but as usual, he could never stop smiling.

"Hello Lucy, John!" Iris called out, stepping into the room and flicking the lights on and off for a dramatic entrance. "Did ya miss me?"

"Iris, you're gonna give me a seizure!" John protested in a loud whine, squinting his eyes.

"Sorry Boo, I'll stop." They apologized, they may be an ass but they cared for their friends. "So I heard we were summoning demons." They said as they sat down with a plop.

"Somewhat," John humored.

"No, we're summoning our dead idols." She said, rolling her eyes affectionately. "And yes, John, you're really that bad. Not as bad as Iris, but that bad."

Iris gave a loud gasp, making their trademark Offended Flower Noises. "I am offended, to think my best friends would betray me like this! Honestly!"

John covered his face to stifle himself, then squinted facetiously at Iris.

"No one likes a drama queen, Iris. Now get your ass over here and help us get some advice from the dead." She said, fake glaring.

"No one likes a drama queen, Iris. Now get your ass over here and help us get some advice from the dead." She said, fake glaring.

"Rude. But fine." Iris stood up and sat down near Lucy, leaning their head on her shoulder dramatically.