going to maskormenace in february

[raspberriesnscream]

If it gets me out of that house and away from those annoying bitches, I don't care if I have to be enrolled in some government program to be a superhero. I am so ok with spandex. Do you have any idea what it's like to spend forever with your perfect man and his happy family?!

Get. Me. The. Hell. Out.

And did I mention I am ok with guys in spandex?

Sign me up, already!

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[enabeled]

It's always nice getting out of a cage, isn't it? Even if your freedom ends up being within a larger one.

[raspberriesnscream]

Whatever. If I have to listen to Ben and Viv have sex one more time, I swear to God I will slit my throat.

[a bitter, mirthless smile.]

Oh. Wait. I'm already dead.

[candylander]

You sound like an idiot.

no spoilers pls i just started season 2 c:

[raspberriesnscream]

[a smirk.]

You sound like you need to get laid.

[enabeled]

Ah, even more incentive. What happened? Sounds tragic.

[candylander]

[sniff.]

I don't argue with idiots. Perverts, sinners, madmen... but idiots are too much for me to bear. Especially young, pretty idiots.

1/2

[raspberriesnscream]

It was. I was tragically murdered by an asshole ex! [hayden no]

HE BURIED ME UNDER A GAZEBO IN HIS BACKYARD LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH! And now I'm trapped in his house with a bunch of depressing, useless, aggravating piss ants, not to mention his cow of a wife! [no really hayden tell us how you feel]

[raspberriesnscream]

[and suddenly she's very calm and deadpan]

It's enough to make a girl homicidal.

[raspberriesnscream]

[even bigger smirk]

So you agree you need to get laid. First step to healing is admitting you have a problem, which you definitely do.

[she totally eyeballs the wrinkles on the older woman's face]

Imagine the ass you'd get if you had my youth and my looks. You'll never get it now.

aw yeah

[slightlyoffchilt]

Normally I wouldn't advocate for such escapism. However. Perhaps the change of scenery would suit you?

[candylander]

[she cackles at that last part.]

You think I'm jealous of some common whore? You're nothing special. Might as well learn it now, while you're young and you can still do something to improve yourself.

[enabeled]

Can't say I blame you. Better, I think, to be the murderer in that equation -- for your own survival, of course. Too late to change it now, but aren't you lucky to get a second chance?

[raspberriesnscream]

Hah! I'll be like this forever, you old hag. It's way too late to change now.

well hello there

[raspberriesnscream]

Anything would be an improvement over that Sartre-esque hellhole, believe me.

[raspberriesnscream]

It was for my own survival. [but she sounds like the thought has only just occurred to her.] Not that I would change it if I could.

It was almost better than sex. Almost.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Well, at least you can rest assured that you're better read that your peers, presumably.

[Yeah he's totally diving the highbrow references.]

Even if it's a bit dramatic -- what precisely prevents any exit?

[enabeled]

You'd say, then, that it was worth it?

Which part? If I may ask. Adrenaline can do that.

hyper late sorry

[glowsferatu]

I've never understood the use of spandex in such circumstances. Certainly, it would have some benefits, but the resulting discomfort from prolonged use I think would render it nonviable.

Just imagine the smell.

never be sorry

[raspberriesnscream]

[she scrunches her nose.]

Ew.

[a beat]

Do they smell?

[raspberriesnscream]

[she's so smug; hell yeah she's better read. but then she rolls her eyes, her voice becoming hard and increasingly unhinged.]

Oh, I don't know? How about my body is buried in the backyard under a freakin' gazebo?

[raspberriesnscream]

Totally worth it.

[beat]

Do dead people have adrenaline?

[enabeled]

Dead people can't use it... at least not normally. If they could I'm not sure how many would still be resting in peace.

[raspberriesnscream]

Well, then.

[she smiles flirtatiously.]

Looks like you have your answer.

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya just shakes her head with a shrug, matter-of-factly. ]

Just think of it, a material like that allows nothing out. An extended period spent stewing in whatever the body may produce, the resulting fragrance isn't one that will likely operate in concert with the thought you were entertaining prior.

[raspberriesnscream]

[hayden raises her eyebrows incredulously.]

You have put way too much thought into this.

[glowsferatu]

I'm a seamstress, or was, at least. Knowing fabrics is my job.

[enabeled]

Yes... looks like I may. Although you aren't resting that peacefully, are you, Ms.--? Maybe you will feel some adrenaline rushing after all.

[raspberriesnscream]

Hayden.

[a beat]

Will I, Mr.--?

[raspberriesnscream]

Seam-

[she cuts herself off, confused for a moment, then smiles and tosses her hair.]

Ah. Textile worker, probably third world, right? That explains the horns.

[glowsferatu]

[ she raises an eyebrow, really not sure what to make of the question. she's pretty sure that she should be insulted, at least. ]

I worked for a fashion magazine, actually.

[raspberriesnscream]

[hayden's demeanor totally changes]

Really? Which one?

[enabeled]

You may. If you can talk you can feel, and human beings feel all sorts of things when agitated.

Gideon. Actually, Dr. Gideon.

[raspberriesnscream]

[she just rolls her eyes impatiently: yeah, yeah, she knows all this already, ghosts and paradoxes blah blah]

Medical doctor?

[enabeled]

That's right. I'm a surgeon, so at least I've got rather good insight into the body's workings, if not also the mind.

[ Before his incarceration, that is, but that's just a detail. ]

[raspberriesnscream]

[a touch smugly, but not IN YO FACE overtly:]

Thought so. Have you ever come across any studies done on successfully reanimating the dead?

[glowsferatu]

[ she waves a hand. ] You'd probably never heard of it.

[ fucking hipster, or just still bitter about it folding? it is always about the bitterness. ]

We were small press, started as a sort of publication "for super-powered individuals and helmed by super-powered individuals". But I suppose that's a bit too niche of an audience, but when we tried for a more general audience we weren't terribly successful in courting it.

The whole endeavor was carried on far too long by the bungling decisions of the final editor. [ ...which was herself, of course. ]

[enabeled]

Can't say that I have. Different sort of work than what I do, unless you also count making a heart start beating again.