♣ [01]
[There is one very confused weaver waking up in a bed at 1445 Mitchell Road. The first thing she notices is, well, the sudden regain of depth perception, and the next is that she is lying next to a man. Oh gods.
There is something unsettling familiar about this scenario, Margot realizes, as she sits bolt upright in bed, near launching herself to the ground and scrambling away. And then it hits her why.
She hasn't been here since she was fourteen and she tears through the house, looking at the pictures, of her and her new family, smiling and happy. It's enough to make her sick, knowing that she's back, and she picks up the phone, snarling through gritted teeth:]
Cute, Mayfield. Real fucking cute, but you had better send me back right the fuck now.
((Will re-intro Nadia tomorrow when I don't have to sleep or have a cat attacking my leg.))
There is something unsettling familiar about this scenario, Margot realizes, as she sits bolt upright in bed, near launching herself to the ground and scrambling away. And then it hits her why.
She hasn't been here since she was fourteen and she tears through the house, looking at the pictures, of her and her new family, smiling and happy. It's enough to make her sick, knowing that she's back, and she picks up the phone, snarling through gritted teeth:]
Cute, Mayfield. Real fucking cute, but you had better send me back right the fuck now.
((Will re-intro Nadia tomorrow when I don't have to sleep or have a cat attacking my leg.))