"No I will NOT repaint the kitchen again, what do you think I am, some kind of magical vending machi--"
Nico was in the midst of being embroiled in a complex interior design related debate-- apparently vivid fuschia isn't to everyone's taste-- when suddenly she's somewhere that's neither pink, nor even remotely resembling the interior of the
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Ohmigod, Nico!
[And then she was climbing to her feet, brushing the sand off of her body, having taken Old Lace to the beach. Molly began to run across the sand, but her flipflops were causing her all kinds of troubles so she muttered 'screw it', and kicked them off, then began running back towards the Sanctuary once more.]
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"And who the hell are you now?"
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She switched her tablet over to holo, so Nico can see a little grown up Molly, wearing shorts and a bikini top, running barefoot, seemingly in place. She gets a good look at Nico, shocked at how young she looks.
"Jesus, you can't be more than seventeen years old."
Way to go, Molly. Completely distracted by the time warping of Nico, she forgot the question.
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"Unless you plan on carding me, could we maybe skip the pointless observations and get to the part where you explain who you are and how you know my name?"
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Uh, I mean, hey.
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...and that's assuming you have a face.
[Hi, Nico is rude and a little terrifying in situations of peril, sorry Billy.]
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I have a face, thank you very much. And I don't know what you're doing here. We're all stuck here, apparently, for no reason.
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'All'? How many is all? And where is here?
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