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[saymy_name]

Okay, I'll admit: this is pretty cool. 

( In the mirror is a teenage girl dressed all in black. Her gothic-style dress is obviously handmade, down to the pins on the collar, and her black hair had recently been dyed. She wears a plastic choker and lace black gloves,and finally ties the look together with her dark lip gloss. This girl knows exactly what her style is. )

My name's Lydia. Lydia Deetz. Though, I know there's another version of me here, so that might get confusing... ( She wears a thoughtful look for a second, weighing her options. ) Since she was here first, makes sense for me to have a different name. I don't usually have a nickname, but - well, only one person-slash-dead-guy has called me Lyds, but I'd be okay with others calling me that, if it makes things less confusing.

If it helps: the Beetlejuice that's here is from my universe, not the other Lydia's. Oh, and I'm the Lydia who killed him. ( A sugary-sweet smile with a little wave, suddenly sounding perhaps not the most sincere. ) Looking forward to meeting everyone and saving the world and such!

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[creepyoldguy]

[He grinned.]

Alright, if you insist. I’ll give you the tour and we can get ice cream.

You have to carry Mr. Chupacabra. He’s essential to the tour.

[saymy_name]

You need to tell me where to go, you idiot! I don't even know where to start with this town, as excited as I am about this Mr. Chupacabra.

[creepyoldguy]

It’s complicated, and I’m not entirely sure you can manage this first part, but, by God/Satan we’ll try.

You have to open your apartment door. STAY WITH ME LYDS. We’ll get through this! [Demon drama: Level 11.]

After you open the door you—have to walk through it, and close it behind you.

Walk down the stairs. All of them. Hold onto the railing, or don’t, I’m not the boss of you.

THEN open the apartment building door and step outside.

The incredibly awesome and attractive demon in stripes standing outside with a bottle of water and granola bar to reward you for your arduous journey, is yours truly.

[He grinned widely at the mirror.]

[saymy_name]

( Lydia makes the flattest look imaginable before shutting her mirror. She decides to wait a few more minutes before heading down, too. )

[creepyoldguy]

[Guess who is just polishing off the actual bottle the water came in, as Lydia finally arrives?

He tossed her this abomination.
as soon as she was close enough. ]

That's Mr. Chupacabra. He helps me give tours and fights to protect this Kingdom against the vampiric goat cult that terrorizes it.

[And then he puts a wad of wrapping paper and tape into her hands. This, is the aforementioned birthday gift. It looks as if a squirrel on LSD wrapped it, which, isn't actually too far off from the truth...]

And there's a thing. If you want it.

[saymy_name]

( Lydia was prepared to keep acting puff-off when a stuffed monster flies her way. As she catches it, she lets out a bark of laughter, immediately delighted. She even presses him to her chest with her crossed arms for good measure. )

He's beautiful and I'm keeping him forever.

( She could complain about the lack of food waiting for her, but instead she grins at the horribly-wrapped gift and immediately starts shredding it open with her chipped black nails. )

[creepyoldguy]

[ Inside is a silver safety pin with a silver spider charm dangling from it.]

As long as you let him do his tours. He has a litter of six to support.

[He’s totally not twitching with anticipation to see if she likes the gift or not.]

[saymy_name]

The litter can move in with me, obviously.

( As the charm appears through torn paper, Lydia has to bite her lip to keep from grinning too hard. For the first time since coming here - since Beetlejuice left, actually - Lydia feels a weight off her shoulders. No way someone who secretly hates her would go to the trouble of getting her a gift that's so obviously her. )

Lift up your mirror. ( She urges, then unhooks a safety pin from the middle of her lace collar. Looking in the tiny mirror, she carefully pins the new charm in. It rests perfectly on her collarbone, the silver glistening among the other pins.

And suddenly, Beetlejuice is getting hugged. )

[creepyoldguy]

[He made a show of getting the mirror out, because he was incapable of doing even that mundanely.

The hug did manage to surprise him, but, as his hair went to a brighter shade of green, he obviously didn't mind. And since he'd been forced to take showers roughly monthly since he arrived, it wasn't as bad of an experience as it had been when he'd left her and her family.]

[saymy_name]

Wow, you almost smell like a mid-tier dumpster fire instead of a ranging one. ( She sounded impressed as she pulled away and she smiled when she noticed his brighter shade of his hair, but decided not to comment. ) Do they hose you down before letting you be a tour guide here?

Speaking of - ( One arm still holding the demonic-looking stuffed doll, she took a few steps on the sidewalk, leading them on like she had any idea where she was going. ) Are you two gonna show me where to eat around here?

[creepyoldguy]

[Beetlejuice huffed dramatically, pouting.] Municipal Gas Satan put a cleanliness jinx on me my first week here, because I told him he looked like a discount Heat Miser. And then I got my ass kicked by Corrosion and let me tell you, hospitals take great pleasure in forcing injured demons into showering. Never mind he was injured after being kidnapped and having his powers taken away—-noooo, we force him into a shower by the least sexy nurses this side of the Netherworld.

I also took one shower before Emmy and other Lydia’s party. But, that was mainly because I wasn’t sure they’d like their presents.

[He paused in his ramblings, spinning on his heel to walk backwards taking on the lilt of an overly chipper tour guide.]

Alright, alright, grub. Easy enough. Follow along, and we’re walking....

[saymy_name]

Sounds miserable. ( She deadpanned, though Lydia would've loved to see Beej under a cleaning curse. She'll have to ask other-Lydia for details. )

Which one's Emmy? ( She followed Beetlejuice's directions, smirking at the overly-chipper tone that they've both been known to utilize. ) Oooh, did you get other-me something other than the blood cake? ( This only serves to remind her how hungry she is when her stomach grumbles. )

[creepyoldguy]

Beetlejuice whined, fully aware he had zero sympathy, but, willing to eat up the attention anyway. “It waaaas! It was awful! Not the fun kind of awful, awful that affected me”

He sighed, a slight purple tinge going to the tips of his hair. “Emmy was my roomie. She was a teenager made out of freaking metal and had a bit of a temper. Nearly creamed a bartender and Nerdling. Apparently she went home.”

But, as usual, he rolled with the next subject, hair switching back to green. “Yeah, I got her a spider comb. Uh...for her hair, not like a comb for a tarantula.”

He turned towards the ice cream parlor. Fortunately he hadn’t been banned for his shameless flirting with staff. Yet.