[ all lucy knows about blackpool is the lights and she's from the north, though the carlyles lived about as rural as could be outside of farm living. the lights run all autumn and winter, almost like artificial sunshine to keep the ghosts at bay. she's seen pictures and the blackpool illuminations are the prettiest ghost-lights she's seen, loads better than london's umbrella-shaped lights. which is to say, blackpool lady seems cool based on that alone.
lucy digs into the pocket of her shorts, brings out a sprig of lavender. that's all she's got to fight bloody ghosts and she looks as disappointed as she feels. ]
I'm a Listener. I can hear ghosts. [ so presumably! she would be useful! except: ] Haven't got anything to deal with them once they're done talkin' though.
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lucy digs into the pocket of her shorts, brings out a sprig of lavender. that's all she's got to fight bloody ghosts and she looks as disappointed as she feels. ]
I'm a Listener. I can hear ghosts. [ so presumably! she would be useful! except: ] Haven't got anything to deal with them once they're done talkin' though.