[videro/action] Rainy day blue(berry muffin)s

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

-video-

[The area with the ovens may be practically flooded out, but Jessica has a wagonful of magic dirt and she's not afraid to use it. There is now a small kitchen in one of the arena's interior halls, with the implements of baking scattered about and one very busy young woman very angrily using them.

[She notices the mirror's on her and glares at it, vigorously stirring some batter.]

Okay, I get it: build, but don't bother trying to make things better or useful. Because you assholes are so much more powerful than we puny mortals could possibly aspire to be, ever. Just accept that we're your damn pets now. Fine, whatever.

-action; arena-

[Later, as the smells of baked goods permeate the halls, Jessica is stalking the area with a wagon full of pancakes. And muffins. And cookies. And cupcakes. And also a bulbasaur in the back, happily enjoying a few set aside for her. Sooner or later, she will find you. You will receive delicious baked goods. You have no choice in the matter. The power of Angry Jessica compels you!]

Comments

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I guess I shouldn't be surprised about that mindset coming from you. Not really something I understand, though.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Pretty sure that's cause you're boring.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Pretty much, yes.

Although I'm apparently the most interesting thing right now.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

That ain't sayin' much.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I know.

So where were you before this turned into the buildup of an old horror movie?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

I usually stay in that big ass mansion on the lake with the other bitches.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming "bitches" in this case means "people" and not specifically "people who are unpleasant."

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Nope, we're bitches. Except Zenobia, maybe. Hey, weren't you the one she decided to get married to? That was fuckin' retarded.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I have no idea what was up with that. Zenobia's weird.

So you guys are friends, huh? Or at least housemates.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Housemates, fuck buddies. I don't really do 'friends.'

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

Well, that's more information than I really wanted, but all right.

Not really sure how you manage to avoid "doing" friendship, but whatever.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

You asked.



And I wouldn't have a lot trouble killing any of those bitches if I had to. Pretty sure that isn't too friendly.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I suppose it depends on your definition of "friend." Plenty of people call sociopaths friends.

[This is entertaining, after a fashion. At the very least, Dot's a good distraction from a much greater annoyance.]

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Can call 'em that all you want. Doesn't make it true.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

What would you define "friend" as, then?

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Fuck if I know.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

If you don't know the definition, then how can you definitively say you don't do it?

[What are you, five?!]

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Cause I've never had one, duh.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

But how would you know, if you're not working with a definition? [Jessica: may be messing with her.]

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

I figured I'd noticed. Don't we both kind gotta know about it to be friends?

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's some sort of... epiphany thing, no.

[dia-f.livejournal.com]

Yeah, whatever.

[notvitiligo.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying... [There may be the ghost of a hint of a kernel of smugness there.]