02 | Accidental Visual/Location: Gwen's House | I Can't Reach You Anymore

[freaks_myword]

Gwen currently has the privilege of experiencing for herself the Tablet's ability to turn on and off without provocation.  So when the screen flickers on, viewers get just a glimpse--curly brown hair and a shoulder--before the Tablet is unceremoniously knocked off its pedestal and the view changes abruptly, now looking up at her instead of down.

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[poisonousparty]

Party's at the beach. His hair is wet not because he swam (he doesn't know how), but because he just took a shower in one of the change rooms and he's wearing the beach towel over his shoulders instead of his jacket. He notices a familiar voice and he's practically compelled to pick it up, staring at the scene unfolding before tapping a few buttons, eyebrow raised, looking partially confused but mostly curious.

Everyone has their story, but it doesn't mean Gwen's isn't confusing.

"Tumbleweed," The word just blurts out now, as natural as any of his other colloquialisms. "What exactly are you looking for?" Because he doesn't know there's glitches and he likes to think he can sort of read Gwen, and he's not an idiot. When the glove goes off, Gwen's electrifying. Literally.

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[freaks_myword]

Gwen's desire to grab the Tablet with her bare hand and give it a good zap decreases just a little, because Party's not so bad. Not that it would do anything, anyway. She hadn't found a piece of material like that she couldn't do damage to, at least not anything that's shiny, and in the Tablet she had met her match. If she ever gets out of here, she'll be sure to take this little gadget with her. She'll be set for life.

But since she can't ever just answer a question seriously, she replies with a touch of exasperation, "My favorite pair of pants." Her mouth twists into the mockery of a smile, one that isn't very humorous. "Seen 'em?"

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[poisonousparty]

There's a tiny hint of a smile on Party's face, too, and he risks a quick glance around. Sure, they're just Extras, but Extras also belong to the hamster folk. They're being monitored anyway. Probably even watched through the tablet, but it makes perfect sense to Party that there's the possibility of hamsters using the Extras as surveillance methods, too.

He slips back into his car, slipping the bandanna from his neck and putting it over his face again. Hurrah for broken noses and how ugly and swelled they look while healing.

"Hate to break it to you, Gwen," this is the first time he thinks he's actually said her real name and it tastes weird to him. "But I'm wearing them right now."

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[freaks_myword]

She manages a forced little smile because hey, she started it, right? And the sound of her real name from his mouth is kind of weird to hear, but it means he remembers it.

"Not that red isn't your color, but I think they'd look better on me." She puts a hand on her hip and makes her way to the Tablet. The feel of her actual skin on her hand makes her remember the glove's off. Inwardly, she groans, but she doesn't move to find it. Like she even could in this mess. "Don't tell me the whole city just witnessed a free show?" she asks, dreading the answer. She folds her arms, tucking the bare one underneath the other.

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[ironfright]

"That's one hell of a personal ad if that's what you are aiming for," Puck smirks. "I mean, the 'you're supposed to be here' and all pseudo-lioness stalking around on screen? Very $3-per-minute video chat worthy."

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[freaks_myword]

If Gwen isn't sure that she is being broadcasted for the entirety of Taxon to see, she is now when she sees an unfamiliar face on her screen. And boy is she not in the mood for this.

And also, three dollars per minute? Please.

"If it was, I'd be out of your price range," she replies, moodily folding her arms. "Do I know you?"

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[ironfright]

The sulky response makes him grin. "No, you don't. But the chance for surely engaging conversation was too good to pass up."

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[freaks_myword]

"Does it look like I'm in the mood for engaging?"

The glare should answer any questions her tone does not get across.

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[goodluck_kobra]

Kobra glances at the tablet when the screen flickers to life, recognising...Gwen? Was that her name? He shrugs to himself as he watches her. He'd just been getting some things from a store. Actual hair dye for himself and Party, another pair of sunglasses, some books. He had considered the water and food, mouth watering just from looking at everything displayed, but in the end his paranoia won out and he turned away from it.

Sunglasses perched on his nose to protect his eyes from the bright light outside Kobra tilts his head to the side. "I'm right here, Crashqueen," he says, because well, he's like that. Sometimes Kobra's grip on social conventions and conversation norms are not the best. "What's up?"

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[freaks_myword]

Gwen squints at the tablet, and when she confirms it's that newcomer--Party's snippy friend--she smirks.

"Someone's in a better mood." She looks around for a bit at what everybody must be seeing around her, and rolls her eyes. Just witness to this place's practical jokes, people, move along.

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[goodluck_kobra]

"Oh, are you?" Of course Kobra wouldn't think that Gwen's statement was directed at him, because...he's always in a mood. He still feels uncomfortable talking to strangers, but he supposes that it's a necessary thing to do here.

"That's...good to hear?" he tries, thinking it might be the right thing to say. He scratches the bridge of his nose, trying to think of something to say. He really isn't good at this. "I miss music," is what eventually comes out.

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[freaks_myword]

Gwen blinks. Is he messing with her? The more she spoke with him, the more she discerned the differences between he and Party. They had the same...eclectic style, but she knew where Party stood: a pretty cool girl with superpowers. This one, awkwardness and all, was a little harder to read.

"I meant you, honey," she clarifies slowly, because if he was using sarcasm, he was doing it wrong. And then he says he misses music and she's completely thrown off again. "Why don't you, I don't know, hatch a flute or something and place some?"

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[a_pretty_fire]

As far as Drusilla was concerned, there was only one person in the city worth making such a fuss about. Had been. He was gone now. (She'd always had trouble with tenses. That was what happened when the past, present and future tangled themselves up in your head.)

"They sent him home," she reminded the strange woman with heat in her eyes, "Didn't you notice?"

Drusilla had started to miss him straight away. She always knew when the Angel Beast wasn't where he was supposed to be.

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[freaks_myword]

In her distraction, Gwen neither recognized the voice of the woman she'd met upon her arrival into Taxon, nor knew what she was talking about.

"They sent it back?" she asked, momentarily thinking the woman meant LISA. But no, she couldn't. And then it clicked in her mind, the memory of this strange vampire. "Who?"

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[a_pretty_fire]

"The Angel Beast."

She had known him. Drusilla wasn't wise but she was old enough and clever enough to pretend. She knew when someone was lying and when someone was telling the truth. And she didn't like being forgotten.

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[freaks_myword]

Angel. Gwen never saw him, and had since come to the conclusion that the vampire had been lying.

"Not really what I meant. Angel--he got out?"

Of course the white hat of all white hats found a way out. Gwen could kill him. "Gee, what happened to helping the helpess?" Way to wait up, Angel.