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most of what estrella was saying made no sense to lily. she got some parts- i mean, it made sense that her body might be less sensitive to things like sleep. but curses? counteracting? it was all going in one ear, out the other. lily got the gist of it though: if she cast the no sleep spell, lily would probably crash as soon as it wore off. meaning they'd have to make the time under its power worth it. but what really got to her was the last bit. "yeah! we can like, merge forces! i mean, with ten minds all working to find a solution, we have to be able to find it!"

oh, wait. "but how do we find them? i mean... i might know the city one lives in? maybe? it's definitely one of two i'm thinking of." unless estrella just so happened to have kept in contact with all of them, it would prove a fairly daunting task. not to mention the intense time crunch they had to work around. every single second they spent not looking for them was one more chance that stupid doctor had to kill them. "and they don't have a badass witch on their side to heal their wounds with magic, either." not to mention how hard the doctor will fight against them. it's not like she could hurt them while they were awake, but the minute they drifted off, lily could only assume she'd get more and more aggressive the more victims they found. hell, she might have even already upped the ante.

"how long do you think i could hold a no sleep spell? it's been... a couple days since i've slept, not counting my run in with her." if lily had to sleep for a while after, then so be it. right now, lily had to stay awake for as long as possible to try and find as many victims as possible. i mean, she could just wake herself up again, right? probably. "do you think it'd be enough time to find a couple of the others?" but she also didn't wanna risk it if there was no point. she'd rather take a day to rest (with estrella watching over her in case things went bad) if there was no hope of it mattering. but as long as lily could get work done, she was willing to risk it all.

lily had to admit, she really didn't like the idea of all this. it just seemed so risky, so dangerous and with such a high chance of going wrong. i mean, yeah, sure- it might have been there best bet, but lily would much rather bear the brunt of the danger herself. she knew she couldn't dissuade stella though, and decided to just go along with it. "right... yeah, that makes sense." she nodded her head. though, she was honestly just terrified to go under at all. especially knowing stella would be asleep too, and would be unable to pull her out should anything go wrong. i mean, how long does it take to cast a spell like that? to sneak your way into someone's dream? was stella even sure it was possible? what if it all went wrong? if lily couldn't stop their doctor friend from finally killing her? and even if stella could cast spells in her dreams, even if she could slither into lily's dreams, what if the doctor was just too strong? i mean, this kind of spellwork must have taken a lot of skill. why would one teenage girl be able to protect someone against all that?

picking at the ends of her hair, lily tried not to think about any of that. there just wasn't time. right now, lily had to push aside all her fear and terror and focus on the practical- the real, the tangible. "so... how are we doing this? and where?" lily didn't want to know the answer. because the more questions stella answered, the closer and closer they got to actually going through with it. "i... i - i don't want to do it at my house. if anything... y'know, goes south- i don't want to die in my own bed." lily wasn't sure if her moms could take it. at least if she died somewhere else, her parents wouldn't have to accidentally stumble onto her mangled-up corpse. "i don't want to sleep alone, either." lily always was afraid of dying alone. and, considering the odds she was facing right now, she was pretty sure she'd want to keep stella by her at all times. just in case.

"it is?" lily couldn't begin to imagine what that was like. i mean, lily would die if anyone knew the contents of her own dreams, let alone someone who might want to use it against her. and could these witches also try to kill stella in her dreams? was stella's life just a constant battle for survival? the thought alone shook lily to her very core, but she pushed that feeling down. when stella moved away from the subject, lily did as well, following her train of thought as best she could. "two minutes?" two minutes was only one-hundred and eighty seconds. what could someone do in that amount of time? well, a lot actually. that doctor had almost killed her in even less time than that, and if lily hadn't been able to wake herself up, she very well might have. "yeah, yeah." still, lily wanted to trust stella. she knew more about this magic stuff than lily could ever dream of- and stella was too protective over lily to put her in a situation as hopeless as lily was imagining. so she just forced a little smile back at her and nodded her head.

lily listened blankly as stella talked about the book, and how much her mother hated her using it. honestly, lily didn't even try to understand that anymore. none of it made sense. she understood what the grimiore was, understood the symbolic power it held over a family of witches. what she didn't get is why it had to be such a secret for stella. i mean, if every gaggle of witches got one, it's not like anything in there wasn't common knowledge, right? why did stella's mom care so much about it? stella liked using magic, but lily had yet to witness her using it irresponsibly. so what did she have to worry about? lily would likely never find out. it was rude to ask stella about why her mom's such a bitch, and lily would rather die than ask the woman herself about it. she terrified lily. there was no real reason- she just had a bad energy, the kind of energy she hadn't felt since her shit mom moved out all those years ago.

so, she was glad to hear that they wouldn't be doing this at stella's house. lily always loved the woods- they always housed the friendliest birds and the prettiest views. and that astral drop thing? it sounded like a great idea. though lily did feel bad about lying to her parents in such a way. she hoped her clone thing would know how to act like her a little; lily didn't want her mothers to worry about her acting differently. "how can i say no to a 'kill an evil scientist for the second time' sleepover?" a laugh, much less forced than her previous smile (if not a little nervous). "let's get going. i want to get this done as soon as possible."

BASICS

❀ barbara "birdie" coriander

❀ twenty, born on march third (pisces)

❀ homoromantic homosexual

❀ esfp

❀ chaotic good

& PHYSICAL

❀ standing at an average height of 5'5, barbara isn't the most intimidating kind of girl in terms of height. she has a fairly average build, perhaps could be classically described as "thick", weighing in at a healthy 136 pounds. her skin is soft and radiant, hair silky and flowing. basically, barbara is the kind of woman so beautiful people usually assume she's some kind of stupid bitch. she always carries herself well, dressing herself up well (albeit in thrifted clothes).

& BACKGROUND

barbara comes from a loving, happy home. she has a mom and a dad, as well as a little sister (five years her junior). it's almost unsual, how close they all are, even as she gets older and more distant. she first came out to her parents when she was fifteen, and was super duper ready to move out that night should things go bad. i mean, she already had her bags packed and everything. but right as the words, "i like girls" fell from birdie's lips, both of her parents burst out laughing. because surprise! they were both bi! it caught birdie way off guard and now it's a huge joke among the family. they actually tease her little sister a lot for being the one straight member of the family. birdie wanted to study corrections before ending up the lesbian ghostbuster the world needed. her father had had a minor stint in jail when birdie was like, ten, on a possession charge (of weed). when birdie got a bit older, she was curious to know what it was like, and when she found out, she was absolutely mortified. birdie couldn't believe the atrocities she was hearing, and after doing her own research on the tragic conditions, birdie knew she had to do something about it. but then she got mixed up in all the ghost stuff, so she really couldn't manage to do both so f for that.

& PERSONALITY

birdie is confident and oozes charm, loyal and intelligent, but easily persuaded into doing dumb things with the promise of pleasure or any sort of reward in general. tough, brave, and bold. she's been through a whole lot, growing up with a good amount of homophobia and sexism, so she has extremely thick skin. her emotions get in the way a lot though, often leading to fights she probably can't win. easily excited, super duper forgiving. a big teddy bear to her girlfriends. speaks her mind without filter- often hurts people without realizing it. the kind of person who can get along well with anyone. but she WILL kill someone if they hurt one of her friends. it's true, i've seen her do it. life of the party, very fun to be around. gets protective of people really easily. she doesn't even need to see them get hurt, or they could be like 100x stronger than her, if she sees someone she likes she PROTECT.

& HEADCANONS

❀ activist, big activist.

❀ kinda artsy? she's not really good at a lot of art but she has artsy vibes to her. always keeps a little notebook on her for doodling and writing little bits of poetry

❀ she's very bubbly and fun to be around, definitely the life of the party

❀ definitely the little spoon.

❀ LOVES having her hair played with. it's basically a life or death matter at this point

❀ falls in love way too quickly and way too hard.

❀ her little sister is basically her baby.

❀ very sympathetic to the needs of others. even if someone pisses her off, usually she'll try and see their point of view.

❀ but if someone messes with one of her friends? she shows no mercy. i mean, she kinda tries to see where they're coming from, but her emotions usually stop her from thinking rationally.

❀ doesn't get offended easily, she's very good at making fun of herself because she doesn't have any real confidence issues

❀ slut for iced coffee.

❀ drives a cute little buggy

❀ she's dealt with a good deal of homophobia in her life. she's always been out and proud, and so have her parents. they've all had to go through a lot, but it made them tough.

❀ her proudest moment was when her family protested against a westboro baptist church protest. that was fun

❀ likes sappy romcoms

❀ doesn't like horror movies.

❀ she loves sweets, hates sour things.

❀ twitter famous. my bitch has 100k followers and counting. wants to make a youtube channel when she finds a good gf that won't just hump and dump

❀ she has a lot of friends from a lot of different lifestyles. she's even befriended a couple super conservative people! like i said, too forgiving and understanding for her own good sometimes.

❀ flirty lil bastard!! birdie can, has, and will flirt with any pretty woman that comes within a fifty foot radius of her. she's the opposite of a useless lesbian, and can actually talk to women.

❀ but don't mistake her actions for predatory! if a girl tells her no for whatever reason, she'll back down. she also doesn't get aggressively flirtatious unless she knows the other woman is also into women. the last thing birdie wants is to perpetuate negative lgbt stereotypes.

❀ watches a lot of stereotypical lesbian media. the l word, wynonna earp, odaat- she's seen 'em all.

❀ underage drinker. she only does it socially but she's gives into social pressure really easily, meaning she often ends up overdoing it.

❀ she MELTS when shown affection by any pretty girl. becomes a cuddly little stupid mess.

❀ ❀ ❀ like when flirting at first, she's all tough shit. but then if they actually like... return the feelings and flirt back? she will MELT. ESPECIALLY if the other woman is like. sweet and quiet. birdie is such a lil lesbian

❀ needs hugs a lot.

❀ in short, she's baby.

lily watched stella intently, studying her every movement as she prepared the spell. it was fascinating, absolutely intriguing. it was actually kind of calming to see stella so within her element. lily didn't get to see her do magic all that often, maybe once a week if she was lucky. it was like watching a musician compose a new passion piece, like witnessing the creation of the modern day mona lisa. she didn't even flinch when stella plucked the hair off her, too engrossed to really care. but when the doubles actually appeared? when lily could look herself in the eye? that was when lily went from impressed to awe-stricken. "whoa. oh my god, that's incredible." even down to the arm scab, this thing was a perfect replica of lily. "can it act like me? like... will my moms notice she's - i'm - whatever is acting differently?"

the answer didn't really matter. whether it was a yes or a no, it's not like anyone could change any of it. it was pointless to ask, and somewhere deep down she understood that. it was just stalling. lily was dreading this, absolutely horrified to have to look that bitch in the eyes again. even if it was just for two minutes. lily didn't even think she could do it for two seconds if she was being honest with herself. "we should, uh, probably start moving soon. how far out is this place, anyways?" stalling could only work for so long. lily knew that. and the longer she selfishly avoided it, the worse it would get. i mean, this is some crazy vengeful maybe-demon spirit we're talking about here! the amount of damage she could do in one hour, let alone one night? lily shuddered to think about it. and so maybe she'd be uncomfortable, maybe she'd panic and get hurt. maybe something worse would happen. but lily would feel worse if she pushed the issue off any longer. "if you have an address, i can give us a ride. or would taking my car be too suspicious?"

aimee didn't go for midnight walks often. they were saved for special occasions; those nights she just couldn't sleep, the nights she felt alone and distraught. tonight was different. aimee had no reason to leave her house that night. the late night air was calling to her, luring her out into its dangerous grasp. and so out she went, carrying nothing on her but her phone and a little pack of sunflower seeds. she wanted to be in and out, just to satisfy her cravings and go back to sleep.

but aimee didn't make it back that night. instead, she woke up to find herself trapped in some abandoned warehouse-type building. this was all weird and terrifying enough, but then she realized the only thing blocking her way to freedom was a glass wall. it looked thick enough, and aimee probably couldn't have even broken a thin sheet of glass, but still. wasn't that risky? and what purpose would it serve? aimee didn't want to find out. she scanned her surroundings quick, hoping to find something- anything that might help her break out. there was nothing. aimee was completely alone, without even the tiniest crumb surrounding her. which again, was so weird. what kidnapper would clean their hostage's bunker this much? aimee understood removing anything that could be dangerous, but this was much more than that. the floor was washed and the walls were painted a pretty pink. come to think of it, it was the same exact pink color that covered her own bedroom's wall.

she didn't have much time to investigate further. right as she stood up to pace her new pen, she heard the door open. it slammed shut behind her captor, and aimee couldn't do anything but watch in horror as she drew closer, closer, closer. then she just stared. just watched her, studied her, observe her as if she was some exotic animal in a local zoo. yet another confusing thing to add to the list. "w - what... w - what's happening?" aimee didn't even know if this strange woman could hear her. "w - why am i - i, um, h - here? what a - are you gonna... d - do with me?" she got a little close to the glass, refusing to make direct eye contact as she kept the stranger in her peripheral vision.

billie !