three--> so sinister, but last night was wild [visual]

[meanwhileback]

Penelope turns on her tablet feed to show her sprawled in a brocaded armchair, her ginormous cat draped over her lap in a manner that might indicate his status as an ex-cat if it weren't for the occasional twitch of his tail and the constant low rumble of purr coming from his general direction. She, for once, isn't smoking, but she is twirling a

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[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

A party to what? Boost the morale? Celebrate the fact that we're still trapped here?

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

Okay, new rule: Party poopers and crazy people are not invited.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

Fortunately, I hadn't intended to come at any rate.

I just don't understand the point of the party.

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

What, is it my job to explain to you how normal people work, now? I'll use little words.

Look, when actual human beings go through some traumatizing shit, they've got a lot of steam that needs to get blown off, ergo: party. Then they can get on with their lives. I've been stuck in a bed for the last like month and a half, I've got some fucking steam.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

Hmmm. Maybe that's why I don't associate with "normal people". Far too boring.

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

I'm sorry, am I supposed to feel bad about that? Well, shit, maybe we all should have died in your stupid fucking stunt, then you wouldn't have to put up with how boring we all are. Jesus, how inconsiderate of us all not to have taken your needs into account.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

[sarcasm] Yes, because that's obviously what I'm asking, isn't it?

You're just sitting there! It's like you want to remain trapped in this place!

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

I'm a fashion designer from New Prague. Precisely what the fuck am I supposed to be doing with my time? Sewing and getting crunk is pretty much the full extent of my skill set.

Hey, here's a question: why are you talking to me. Since I've made it pretty clear I don't actually want anything to do with your crazy ass.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

Pretty small life you've got. Never thought about doing more with yourself?

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

No, I'm perfectly content living the rest of my life in an average-sized city on the Great Lakes working minimum wage in a boutique. Obviously I want my own line, I want to move to L.A., I want to show at Fashion Week, and I want famous people to wear my shit everywhere. Unfortunately all of these things take money and experience, Re: neither of which I have right now, because I'm twenty three and still paying off my fucking college loans.

Or I would be, if I weren't stuck here.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

Throwing parties.

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

I like parties.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

All play and no work will keep you trapped here.

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

And again: the fuck else am I supposed to do? I don't get how you think trying to shame me for not wanting to be miserable for like a day is going to make me magically a scientific supergenius capable of working out a way to outsmart our omnipresent alien overlords.

[voice]

[rude_not_ginger]

So, you're using your personal stupidity as an excuse to do nothing about escape, then?

[voice]

[meanwhileback]

I'm not going to bother arguing semantics with you on that because, again, couldn't give less of a shit, so yeah, that's basically what I'm saying.

This place is full of people with crazy magic powers and insanely huge brains, and none of them can do shit about the situation. I guess if it all comes down to sewing the aliens a hot new jacket I can save the day but I seriously fucking doubt that's gonna be the dealbreaker.