[audio] @vegemight; bad life choice brigade rides again [open]

[magnitudes]

Okay, okay. Okay.

( There’s a sound in the background, probably recognisable to most as a microwave. There’s another sound that might be recognisable to some by now: Sarissa being a little drunk. )

So, tragedy: wet clothes. Disaster, right? I was thinking, I can’t put ‘em in a dryer, ‘cause they’ll shrink. And I can’t put ‘em on a line out in the sun, because this place is a big fuck you to that whole concept, I bet, even in summer.

Problem solved, though. I’m on it.

( She is not, in fact, on it. In fact, though it cannot be seen by the listener or Sarissa, her clothes are starting to smoke, rather than steam. ) Anyways, I was telling Molly about how handy microwaves are, and then I thought: hey. Extra problem solving.

(Off-screen, Molly says:) Uh, Sarissa? Is there supposed to be this much smoke?

Ain’t smoke, mate. It’s steam. ( She’ll be right. There’s a long pause, and then— ) oh motherfuck!

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[mollymocked]

[OMG WATCH THE HORNS. He tries to keep it from being impaled on the tips of his horns and causing pillow fluff to go ever, laughing all the while.] That's a lovely image.

[Also wow way to hit something DEEP WITHIN HIS SUBCONSCIOUS, but he ignores the implications by using the pillow to prop his elbows on.]

No, but that would be something, wouldn't it? [Maybe that's how Lucien feels. He hopes so. If there's anything left of him, he deserves to witness Molly shitting up his existence.] You'd be forever blameless. "Oh no, it's not me. It's just this other arsehole."

[magnitudes]

Ain't it just?

( Maybe they can get some of those door handle protectors and attach them to Molly's horns, to just stick some polystyrene on them, or something. )

Maybe. I'd have to count on people not having actually met me, though. That'd ruin the illusion right quick.

[mollymocked]

Well, that's the good thing about being here. Lots of people come in every month who probably don't know you. It's delightful to watch people's opinions form within seconds of meeting you for the first time as they step off that fucking boat, confused and annoyed with everything. I'd like to think I'm a source of positivity for some of them.

[For others... Yeah.]

[magnitudes]

( She can't help a bit of a grin at that, shaking her head as she rests her hands behind her head, and looks up at the ceiling. )

Regular ray of sunshine. The moment I saw you I thought, "that one, light of my life, no doubt."

[mollymocked]

[Molly's over here doing the gentle kicky-feet thing on the bed. They really are two teenagers at a slumber party.] It was the cheese, wasn't it? I went off on a tangent about cheese and it was glorious.