The bulletin said you wanted to cook for everyone? That's nice, and maybe a lot of people need that, since it's mostly just canned food and pine trees here. But hello, I'm Quentin and if you need any help, I'm mostly not busy and I know how to put food on a plate?
[Waiting in front of Midge's door is a giftbasket. There's four bottles of wine (three red, one white), a bottle of whiskey, and two packs of cigarettes and lighter. Oh, and a small notecard that simply reads: R.L.]
Miriam, you have my regards for the thoughtful gifts. If you are available, I would request your company and perhaps expert supervision in preparing the recipe.
[ 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? ]
( 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. )
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gift; 12/25
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a drunk call;
( She's already talking into the phone when - if - Midge answers, because girl drunk. )
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audio > action
action > should I set up a log, bruh?
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It should be done by the end of this month at the latest.
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REACTION. / A CUSTOMER.
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? ]
omg
@silent | Feb. 10
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happy valentine's day!
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 ]
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ACTION.
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. )
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