Anarchisme

The two appeared suddenly out of the portal, crushing grasses in their wake and pressing down into the muck. A ghost Rixixi and a Ketucari stood suddenly in a bog's graveyard, smelling of Chasm and standing stock-still as the rift behind them collapsed. The ghost hopped down off of their Ketucari companion's back, smiling at their surroundings. She stretched - something Melody was fairly certain ghosts didn't need to do - and began plodding into the distance, mud ever so still underneath her footsteps. "Home sweet home," Rat said, ghostly voice echoing off the gravestones. "Bog sweet bog, I guess. Look, I know it's a cliche, ghosts in a graveyard, and I ain't dead, but my home's right around the corner there, and-" Rat's chatter was cut off as Melody clapped a hand over their muzzle. It barely muffled the sound due to the ghost's incorporeal nature, but the ghost got the hint and silenced herself. The ketucari pointed frantically into the distance, to a strange thick gravestone - oh,

Dawn trotted up to the table, muzzle occupied by a basket filled with an assortment of cheap party snacks. Plucking one bag out of the mix and pouring its contents into the bowl, the Ketixi grinned, turning back to the festivities at hand. Things had been going strong for a while now, and were starting to wind down now as the month reached its end, but there were still some partiers hanging out in the White City's festival grounds. A handful of ketucari milled about, occasionally making way for a Rixixi or other offworlder - Dawn could see a couple of Arakanth nearby, and they were sure they'd seen a B-NOMALY coming in, but they might have left by now - along with the bipedals common in the city itself, coming in closer upon hearing the commotion. "Next!" The voice came from a table near the Arakanth - the couple having stepped out of the way to have a smoke break, now puffing on a fruity-smelling tube that made Dawn's nose wrinkle. Dawn ducked to their left, trotting up to the side

The teacup broke in her hands. Melody frowned, wiggling her fingers one by one pensively. She hadn't even had time to pour herself a cup of something, to set up a little table setting on a stump like a fairy tale witch, or honestly, to boil water. She just got started, and already, her teacup was a heap of shards on the forest floor of Silverglade. Rubbing her paw across her chin, she reached for another teacup, looking every which way as her claws grasped behind her. Something shimmered in the distance - like a shadow flexing - and the teacup slipped out of her grasp, skittering across a cupboard carefully carved into a dead tree. Sputtering out a laugh, Melody hopped up and down in an incredulous fashion, still staring deep into the brush where she last saw the shadows change. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself. "Hey, uh, spirits, ghosts, um, it's your girl Melody, what's up," The sentence came out all backwards. She continued. "I'm a friend and you can come out and show