VIDEO / forwarddated to tonight!

[centurybaby]

[ from the angle of the camera, it looks like the comm is propped up against a pillow, facing a cranky and tired looking jenny, who's laying on her belly in bed with the blankets pulled up over her head like a hood. a messy chunk of her hair is sticking out from underneath-- must be what she needs all those damn hair clips for.

in the background, echoing off spaceship hallways, what sounds like... autotuned howling can be heard. ]

Jesus H. Christ.

[ she burrows deeper under the blankets. ]

It was kinda fucking cute like, six hours ago. But, look, even the Spirit of the 21st fucking Century needs a little fucking shut-eye, okay?

[ another t-pain ARRROoOOoooOOooo. hurggggh. jenny flings the covers back abruptly and storms over to her bedroom door, flinging it open and shouting down the hall: ]

Dad. Do you fucking hear that? For fuck's sake, if you're gonna let Deputy Mayor fucking howl in the middle of the fucking night, I swear I'm gonna teleport him right into bed with you and let him piss WD-40 on your good fucking sheets!

[ slamming the door shut and flopping back down on the bed: ]

Fuck. Anybody got room on their couch?

Comments

[centurybaby]

Yeah? How the fuck do you figure you'll do that?

[futureleader]

I'll break my friendship code and stop both of your bodies with my mind.

[centurybaby]

I fucking dare you to, Quire.

[futureleader]

I won't hesitate.

[centurybaby]

[ she casually flips the camera off. ]

Fuck you, Quentin Quire.

[futureleader]

Now what did I do!?

[centurybaby]

You're being a telepathic asshole.

[futureleader]

I thought I was always a telepathic asshole!

[centurybaby]

Not to me.

[futureleader]

Look you and Eridan are both valued friends. I would be really upset if anything happened to either one of you, okay?

And don't think for once that I'm just being a telepathic asshole to only you! Eridan is also getting some sass from me.

[centurybaby]

Whatever. I don't even fucking care, okay? Whatever.

[futureleader]

Jenny....

[centurybaby]

What?

[ she disappears out of view for a bit. there's the sound of someone digging around in a drawer or something nearby. ]

[futureleader]

Look I'm sorry but I'm not taking back what I said.

That includes the spare room. It's all yours if you change your mind.

[centurybaby]

[ after a while: ]

I'll think about it.

[futureleader]

Alright.

[centurybaby]

I'm still fucking pissed though. Just so we're clear.

[futureleader]

You're allowed to be.

[centurybaby]

Fine.

Sheets better be clean.

[futureleader]

You can put them on yourself because I don't make the beds.

[centurybaby]

Fine, jerk. Whatever. I'm getting homemade pastries, then I'm letting myself in, so you better be fucking decent.

[futureleader]

I have shorts on, if that's what you're implying....

Bring Steven over.

action???

[centurybaby]

[ whoop jenny's teleporting over in her pjs, with steven on her shoulder, a big old stuffed rabbit in one arm, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies (fresh baked) in her free hand. ]

Knock, knock. Anybody fucking home?

action!!!!!!!!

[futureleader]

I'm over here!

[quentin exits out of the extra bedroom, having thrown the extra sheets over the extra bed without any extra tidying up. don't worry, he's wearing his orange short shorts and a white tank top. nothing too freaky unless you count the omega gang tatoo on his arm.]

Heya Jen. I've got your room set up. [and by set up he means he threw a pillow and some mismatched sheets on there.] I'm glad you decided to take my offer.

[centurybaby]

[ her tone is dry: ]

It was a tough choice. I'm pretty fucking popular.

[ she lets herself into the room. sets the cookies down on the bedside table and flops onto the bed with her stuffed animal. ]

P.S. Still fucking mad at you. Just in case you thought I wasn't 'cause I'm crashing here.