because there's nothing like being possessed to get you socializing

[quite]

'Tis the season, hm?

[ A derisive snort. ]

I'm a busy girl, and you're a couple of days late on this whole spooky business. Still, better to roam free than stay cooped up with the rest of the peanut gallery.

What, don't think I can play nice?

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[gazeboed]

What's with the getup, Sister Christian?

[ sob someone thinks you're Nora woops ]

Don't tell me you plan on spending the next century trying to repent for your sins.

[quite]

How boring, [ comes the reply, Mary's brow furrowing as if in offense, voice leaping at the vowel. ] Not to mention monotonous. I can think of at least a hundred better ways of spending a hundred years. Give me another minute and I might get up to a thousand.

You don't like the habit? I thought I pulled it off pretty nicely. Got at least one guy's briefs in a twist, though— [ she pauses, feigning thought ] —I may have jumped that shark a little early.

[gazeboed]

Yeah, I guess that kinda kink needs to be eased into. Don't wanna rush into anything that'll make him realize how fucked up he is.

[ but, oh. huh. time for a test. ]

Let's play a quick game: If I say 'I accidentally turned our baby into a blood-thirsty freak of nature while I was high on pain killers', you say..?

[quite]

I'd say a good time was had by all, wouldn't you? More fun than being buried under a lawn ornament, anyway.

[gazeboed]

Great answer. [ ... wait. lawn ornament? was that a- SQUINT. no. nah. don't be so sensitive, mcclaine. maybe wait four seconds before biting her head off. play it smart. ]

You are certainly not the sad-sack I thought you were. My name's Hayden. [ she'll even hold out her hand ]

[quite]

[ She takes the proffered hand, shaking it once before letting go. The smile that she manages is sweet enough — almost harkening all the way back to the original Mary Eunice, long since given up for, well.

Whatever it is that wears her smile, now. The jab at the circumstances of Hayden's burial may have gone without a rise, but she's far from done. ]

Sister Mary Eunice. Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.

[pensiveface]

[ A look. He's been around nuns before. A lot, actually. He has a thing for convents. Anyway, Angel's never heard or seen a nun behaving the way Sister Mary Eunice is, so naturally he's a tad suspicious and somewhat curious. ]

Are you okay, Sister?

[quite]

[ Sister Mary is quick to smile, though the expression seems too sharp to be truly genuine. ]

Never felt better.

[pensiveface]

You're sure?

[ Worry lines crease his forehead. Sister Mary appeared to be fine. She sounded and looked okay, but Angel didn't quite buy into her words or the seemingly genuine expression on her face. ]

[idkworldruler]

Now now, is that anyway for a sister of the cloth to talk?

[quite]

Don't be a bore. [ She feigns disappointment, lips forming a moue. ] No point in wasting what little time we all have upon this earth for the sake of propriety, hm?

[idkworldruler]

I'll have you know that propriety is everything to the main stream.

[filthyworld]

[ Even if she's different, she still looks like Nora. That's exactly why Tate's staring at her oddly and doesn't actually say anything at first. ]

I don't think any of us can play nice.

[quite]

Boy, you get around, don't you?

[ She laughs, though she quickly stifles her laughter. ]

It's not too hard. Smile and nod, for the most part. Gets boring after a while, but it can get you places, too.

[filthyworld]

Like it's getting you? [ He's used to that blonde hair in a neat bun, and used to hearing cries of confusion. Not...this. ]