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

[enigmaestro]

When did you do this?

[bringerofwar]

Does it matter?

[enigmaestro]

It must, if I'm asking it.

[bringerofwar]

Hmm. Makes sense.

This is definitely one of those amusing moments.

[enigmaestro]

And you cling them to your bosom, no doubt.

[bringerofwar]

Honestly, Nygma. Don't be so needy.

[enigmaestro]

You're the one who keeps a constant reference to my position in your home.

[bringerofwar]

It's just so loud and fucking pathetic I couldn't think of a more fitting name.

[enigmaestro]

"Apollo" would have worked better, under those terms.

[OOOH HE WENT THERE

INADVISEDLY SO]