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?

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[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.

[futureleader]

I didn't expect you to magically be not mad at me.

[he stands at the door, looking over at Jenny. with a vague gesture he indicates the directions he's referring to.]

Bathroom is that way, I'm across the living room if you need me.

[centurybaby]

Yeah, okay.

[ she arches an eyebrow, then at length, gestures at the plate of cookies. ]

Want one? Dad made them.

[futureleader]

...what kind are they?

[who can resist a plate of delicious cookies? No one, honestly. But Quentin isn't about to eat some gross flavor cookies like. Coconut or peanutbutter nutterbutter. Or some weird flavor.]

[centurybaby]

[ she scoots over on the bed to make room. it's as much of an invitation as he'll get right now anyway. ]

Chocolate chip. D'uh.

[futureleader]

[he takes it. and takes a cookie, sitting on the bed and looking it over like it has poison in it before taking a bite out of it.]

Had to ask, some people put weird things in cookies.

[centurybaby]

[ she makes a scoffing noise, reaching over and breaking off a small piece of his cookie (without asking permission, of course) and pointedly putting it in her mouth, chewing, and swallowing.

dryly: ]

Oh, you're right. Tastes more like a dog hair and rat poison cookie. My fucking bad.

[futureleader]

Very funny, Jen.

[He laughs, but it is lived short. He doesn't want to piss off Jenny and more than he already did so he leaves it at that. Instead, he takes a bigger bite out of the cookie, quietly munching to himself.]

So you guys got a dog?

[centurybaby]

[ jenny flops down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and absently waving her stuffed bunny's ears back and forth. ]

I guess so. My dad's creepy robot friend's living on the Carrier now, and she brought it with her. Turns out my dad's a fucking dog person.

[futureleader]

Creepy robot friend? [quentin freezes with the cookie in his mouth, eyes growing wide. how many other creepy robots were in the city? danger... the smelly racist booze bot... he couldn't think of any other robot that was currently working on a cyborg dog.]

Is she blue?

[centurybaby]

[ jenny glances at him, making a bit of a face, like she doesn't get why he's responding that way. ]

Yeah. She's fucking blue. So?

[futureleader]

Oh god. I know what robot you're referring to.

[centurybaby]

[ skeptical tbh. ]

So what? She fucking have it out for you or something?

[futureleader]

She snapped my fucking fingers in half back in June!

[centurybaby]

[ there's a little pause. then jenny just makes an entertained exhaling noise. ]

Are you scared or something?

[futureleader]

No.

[only a little.]

She's just a colossal bitch, is all.

[centurybaby]

Sure, sure.

Don't worry. I'll protect you, jerk.