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( Hazily, Sarissa pulls herself up to sit, maybe a quarter of a bottle of whiskey left, that she uses as a crutch to push herself up. She’s wearing jeans, a tank, and is barefoot. Her brow furrows as she looks at Miriam, blinking a couple times. )
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )
Edited 2020-01-11 02:54 (UTC)
can i see you i need help
not hurt but
the lantern did something
not pretty
the lantern did something
not pretty
[ when miriam is in the invincible during dinner time, she'll be approached by a spirit who is hiding under an overturned picnic basket. the only thing she'll be able to see are the spirit's big, round eyes through their handmade slot - quickly followed by a paper plate, doodled with hearts and smiles, being pushed out of the slot and towards her direction.
judging by the needy squeaks they're making and the time they approached her, the spirit is asking for food.
if she doesn't give the spirit food, the spirit lets out a sad noise and quickly scuttles away. they make sad sniffling sounds all the while.
if she gives the spirit food, the spirit lets out an excited noise and the basket shakes in clear excitement. small hands dart out from beneath the basket, taking the plate and soon the spirit gorging on the offered food - with alarmingly and distressingly noisy sounds of too many teeth gnashing together as the spirit consumes all of their meal, basket shaking from the ferocity of their feasting.
the spirit then skitters away upon finishing, seemingly having eaten everything given back to them. including the paper plate. well... one less thing to clean? ]
judging by the needy squeaks they're making and the time they approached her, the spirit is asking for food.
if she doesn't give the spirit food, the spirit lets out a sad noise and quickly scuttles away. they make sad sniffling sounds all the while.
if she gives the spirit food, the spirit lets out an excited noise and the basket shakes in clear excitement. small hands dart out from beneath the basket, taking the plate and soon the spirit gorging on the offered food - with alarmingly and distressingly noisy sounds of too many teeth gnashing together as the spirit consumes all of their meal, basket shaking from the ferocity of their feasting.
the spirit then skitters away upon finishing, seemingly having eaten everything given back to them. including the paper plate. well... one less thing to clean? ]
[ Waiting for Midge is a box of sugar cookies, each of them baked into varying heart shapes. The note attached to the box reads:
Ms. Midge,
Thank you for letting me help you in your kitchen. Sometimes you just really need a purpose, you know?
Happy Valentine's Day! I made sure to keep the cookies kosher.
Love,
Clark ]
Ms. Midge,
Thank you for letting me help you in your kitchen. Sometimes you just really need a purpose, you know?
Happy Valentine's Day! I made sure to keep the cookies kosher.
Love,
Clark ]
( dean's practically been haunting the invincible all day. at least since mid-afternoon. it's five o'clock somewhere, right? and what even is "mid-afternoon" anymore when it's practically pitch fucking dark outside all the time anyway? no one can accuse him of day drinking when there's no daylight.
anyway, much to the spirits' annoyance, he keeps asking for another round, because this is supposed to be valentine's day but it feels more like the wake for his love life. the spirits outside shoving glitter paint in his face and forcing him to sing horrible pop songs have not heightened his, well, spirits. valentine's day is usually his favorite holiday, the best time of the year to get a little wild and have a good time with a total stranger for an hour or four. in any other place, it'd be easy. he'd have women batting their eyelashes at him left and right.
here? not so much. it doesn't help that the invincible is practically deserted.
except, of course, for the only woman in the building, it seems, who looks like she walked straight out of the 50s. like stepford wife meets sexy librarian. he can work with that. and, hey, he's had a few. he's not even necessarily trying to hit on her, it's just that everything he says tends to sound that way. he downs the last of his drink and heads toward her, pulling up a chair at wherever she happens to be sitting. )
So. ( a lazy smile spreads over his lips. ) What's a dame like you doin' in a dump like this? ( he means beacon in general, but she's free to take it however she pleases. )
anyway, much to the spirits' annoyance, he keeps asking for another round, because this is supposed to be valentine's day but it feels more like the wake for his love life. the spirits outside shoving glitter paint in his face and forcing him to sing horrible pop songs have not heightened his, well, spirits. valentine's day is usually his favorite holiday, the best time of the year to get a little wild and have a good time with a total stranger for an hour or four. in any other place, it'd be easy. he'd have women batting their eyelashes at him left and right.
here? not so much. it doesn't help that the invincible is practically deserted.
except, of course, for the only woman in the building, it seems, who looks like she walked straight out of the 50s. like stepford wife meets sexy librarian. he can work with that. and, hey, he's had a few. he's not even necessarily trying to hit on her, it's just that everything he says tends to sound that way. he downs the last of his drink and heads toward her, pulling up a chair at wherever she happens to be sitting. )
So. ( a lazy smile spreads over his lips. ) What's a dame like you doin' in a dump like this? ( he means beacon in general, but she's free to take it however she pleases. )
[ Midge has been avoiding the spirits as well--can you blame her? Her love life is a mess, she misses Joel and Benjamin, and any other time she'd be wined and dined and wooed. Miriam loves love, loves being in love, loves the idea of love, but here it's a big fat bupkiss. She's usually okay with that--she's gotta find her own path first, right? But it doesn't make it suck less.
She doesn't feel lonely so much as lost, like the universe has gone 'hey, midge, remember how you used to have it all, even when you lost everything and became a stand-up comedian? Welp, that's over now, too! Have some chocolate.'
But she puts up a good front and a nice smile, though she's dipping into the baking chocolate by the time someone walks in. She's still dressed to the nines--a nice blue, perfectly fitted dress--while she's waiting on her macaroni and cheese to bake. She's seated at a little table, a rather large knife and a cutting board placed in front of her as she hacks off slivers of bitter chocolate like she owns the entirety of the kitchen.
(in her mind, she does) ]
Trying to pretend today doesn't exist.
[ It's dry and to the point, and Miriam takes the knife--wumpf--and slams it down on a good, sizable chunk of chocolate, wordlessly offering it over to the other. He sounds drunk. Is he drunk? He's probably drunk. ]
Drink some water.
She doesn't feel lonely so much as lost, like the universe has gone 'hey, midge, remember how you used to have it all, even when you lost everything and became a stand-up comedian? Welp, that's over now, too! Have some chocolate.'
But she puts up a good front and a nice smile, though she's dipping into the baking chocolate by the time someone walks in. She's still dressed to the nines--a nice blue, perfectly fitted dress--while she's waiting on her macaroni and cheese to bake. She's seated at a little table, a rather large knife and a cutting board placed in front of her as she hacks off slivers of bitter chocolate like she owns the entirety of the kitchen.
(in her mind, she does) ]
Trying to pretend today doesn't exist.
[ It's dry and to the point, and Miriam takes the knife--wumpf--and slams it down on a good, sizable chunk of chocolate, wordlessly offering it over to the other. He sounds drunk. Is he drunk? He's probably drunk. ]
Drink some water.
( dean can relate, to an extent. he's never really had it all, but he ... had someone, a long, long time ago. it's better not to think about her. he had to bury whatever they had for her own safety, and it doesn't do anyone good to dig up the past.
he's almost intimidated by the knife, but he's been around women who have definitely wanted to kill him with less (and who almost succeeded). maybe he's a little impressed, though, the way she handles it. there's just something about a woman who knows how to use a knife, you know? it's kinda hot. )
Hey, you and me both, sister. ( he ignores her comment about water. what's water? never heard of it. he does, however, glance at the chocolate she hands him. he's not about to refuse free chocolate, so he takes it and pops it into his mouth. the way he chews is almost obscene. it's bitter, but he's not complaining. ) Where'd you even get chocolate from?
he's almost intimidated by the knife, but he's been around women who have definitely wanted to kill him with less (and who almost succeeded). maybe he's a little impressed, though, the way she handles it. there's just something about a woman who knows how to use a knife, you know? it's kinda hot. )
Hey, you and me both, sister. ( he ignores her comment about water. what's water? never heard of it. he does, however, glance at the chocolate she hands him. he's not about to refuse free chocolate, so he takes it and pops it into his mouth. the way he chews is almost obscene. it's bitter, but he's not complaining. ) Where'd you even get chocolate from?
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