Gunshot the second//Video

[nameislady]

[Lady appears on the screen, looking distinctly dishevelled and even more grumpy.]

Does anyone have any hints for getting that bitch to stay away from my bed? My back is killing me, these sofas aren't meant for comfort.

And is anyone up for a grocery run? I need coffee, and I don't know the way.
Nor do I fancy meeting any of the local populace by

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[whiskeykillshot]

It's either the couch or the bed. But if I were you, I'd stick with the couch.

[nameislady]

I was hoping you weren't gonna say that. I'll be walking like a cripple when I finally get out of here.

[whiskeykillshot]

Trust me, it's better than dealing with the freak under the bed.
And considering I have an idiot in red taking up most of my mattress, I'd say we're in the same boat.

[notlikethemovie]

[Oh my God, Rubi. OH MY GOD.

Mika makes a shrieking sound that no one is around to hear before scrambling to snatch up her phone.]

RUBI! [Okay, wait. No. No. There's a better solution to this. Mika takes a moment to compose herself, a hand clamped over her face as she tries to breathe properly, then tries again.]

Actually, you know what? Nevermind. I am so out of here. If anyone needs me I'm making a winter camp in the woods.

[Because holy shit she is not staying around to find out what Kalina Ann can do to the structural integrity of the apartment complex.]

[whiskeykillshot]

[Considering Rubi's been texting this, you probably won't be able to see/hear the wince and following curses after that shriek of yours, Mika. Way to deafen the big sis figure.] Chrissake, kid. Use your indoor voice.

[notlikethemovie]

[She can't see the face Mika's making because her hand is gripped incredibly tightly around the phone, and it's currently getting a lovely view of the ugly waterstains on the ceiling before Mika gets over her most recent freakout.]

Yeah, fine.

[whiskeykillshot]

Better.

The hell was that for, anyway? Found a ghoulie in the fridge or something?

[notlikethemovie]

I am not staying in the building if Lady decides to throw it down with you. She has a rocket launcher, Rubi.

I am not staying in a building if there is going to be a catfight with a rocket launcher involved.

[nameislady]

...The hell are you talking about, love? I'm not about to start a catfight, why would I?

aside from the fact that I don't have Kalina...

Priority is surviving this place, not pulling pigtails and handbags-at-dawn.

[notlikethemovie]

[Awkward and flustered silence. Ladyyyyyyy why did you hear thattttttttt.]

Aaaauuuuuuuu.... [Her ears flick back as she makes a weird strangled yowling sound.]

You sure you don't have Kalina? I mean, everyone else arrived with their weapons, it's not entirely unusual that they could get misplaced...

[nameislady]

Fairly sure. She's a rocket launcher, not exactly hard to miss. And believe me, I've looked.

[notlikethemovie]

I suppose I could check the usual places, stuff like that leaves a weird smell behind...

[Then again does she really want to drag a weapon of mass destruction home like that?

Aaaannnd success at the changing of the topics, yessssss~.]

[nameislady]

If you find her, you own my eternal love and whatever's left of my soul.

[notlikethemovie]

It'd be better giving your soul to God. I wouldn't have much use for it.

But ear scratches are usually accepted. I'll see what I can find, I have to go out for supplies soon anyway.

[nameislady]

Ear scratches you can have, whether or not you actually manage to find her. I appreciate you looking.

[notlikethemovie]

[Small tailwag, she tries to be useful.]