"Definitely not," Greta says, wrinkling her nose at the thought. She's never been much good at just nattering along for the sake of it, but if speaking aloud keeps their respective voices at bay, she'll do her best. "Well, there were no narrators, anyway."
:Considering the turn their stories had taken, that's probably for the best. She shudders to think at what might have happened if there had actually been someone to blame for how wrong everything went.:
"Yes, thank you, Voice," Greta mutters. Raising hers a little, she adds, "There, er, might have been some innermost-thought singing. But usually not in front of other people." Which is enough conversation to bring them to the door.
:Lo and behold, it is a coat closet,: her voice provides - rather redundantly, Greta thinks, but she'd rather have it comment on their surroundings than on her ostensibly private thoughts. :By Greta's standards, it's less a closet and more a room in its own right, almost wide enough for her to stretch her arms between the two rows of hangers on either side. Most of said hangers are empty, but still, there ought to be something here they can repurpose into a headscarf.:
"Let's see..." Greta starts, picking a side and shoving some empty hangers aside so she can start examining what's on offer.
:Is this theft? It probably doesn't count, this being a dream and all. Besides, it's not as if Greta's above a little thievery, if it suits her purposes.:
"Yes, thank you, Voice," she says again, more pointedly this time.
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:Considering the turn their stories had taken, that's probably for the best. She shudders to think at what might have happened if there had actually been someone to blame for how wrong everything went.:
"Yes, thank you, Voice," Greta mutters. Raising hers a little, she adds, "There, er, might have been some innermost-thought singing. But usually not in front of other people." Which is enough conversation to bring them to the door.
:Lo and behold, it is a coat closet,: her voice provides - rather redundantly, Greta thinks, but she'd rather have it comment on their surroundings than on her ostensibly private thoughts. :By Greta's standards, it's less a closet and more a room in its own right, almost wide enough for her to stretch her arms between the two rows of hangers on either side. Most of said hangers are empty, but still, there ought to be something here they can repurpose into a headscarf.:
"Let's see..." Greta starts, picking a side and shoving some empty hangers aside so she can start examining what's on offer.
:Is this theft? It probably doesn't count, this being a dream and all. Besides, it's not as if Greta's above a little thievery, if it suits her purposes.:
"Yes, thank you, Voice," she says again, more pointedly this time.