09-30-2020, 01:53 AM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary blinked, one amber eye darting over to Goldie. “Ah, didn’t see you there,” she said with a small nod. She noted the captain’s weary stance and expression—of course, Goldie never stopped short of exerting herself to accomplish any goal, didn’t she? “Why do you look worse for wear than him? I’ve got water, if you need it.” A water bottle jostled in her her bag and poked its neck out, seemingly of its own accord due to Rosemary’s telekinesis.
She turned back to Lovekit, one ear flicking as he told his story. And, of course, she considered it all the better that the outgoing youngster started making friends with Alia—until the white she-cat came around. Rosemary ignored Aphra for a moment, nodding along with Lovekit’s story. “Quite an adventure and discovery, indeed.” Given her own coven was extremely isolated… she could believe him.
Her right eyes twitched when Aphra finished talking. Sighing, Rosemary tilted her head barely enough to put Aphra in her peripheral vision.
“As someone so prone to consuming drugs recreationally, I’d assume you’d know hallucinogens don’t leave physical evidence, like smells on someone’s fur,” Rosemary said, a pair of eyes swiveling to Aphra. “But, then again, you don’t use drugs recreationally. To do that, you’d have to know and respect their effects. You can't even take the right dose of alcohol.”
“And don’t get me started on your canting on anything related to children.”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]She turned back to Lovekit, one ear flicking as he told his story. And, of course, she considered it all the better that the outgoing youngster started making friends with Alia—until the white she-cat came around. Rosemary ignored Aphra for a moment, nodding along with Lovekit’s story. “Quite an adventure and discovery, indeed.” Given her own coven was extremely isolated… she could believe him.
Her right eyes twitched when Aphra finished talking. Sighing, Rosemary tilted her head barely enough to put Aphra in her peripheral vision.
“As someone so prone to consuming drugs recreationally, I’d assume you’d know hallucinogens don’t leave physical evidence, like smells on someone’s fur,” Rosemary said, a pair of eyes swiveling to Aphra. “But, then again, you don’t use drugs recreationally. To do that, you’d have to know and respect their effects. You can't even take the right dose of alcohol.”
“And don’t get me started on your canting on anything related to children.”
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?