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]

It's cold and quiet. Normally, anyway.

[soulbonder]

And the noise disrupts it. [he's googling something, brb]

WD-40 is a lubricate created by a human. Why would an animal... [beat] "Urinate" isn't the proper word, is it? It's not excreting urine.

[centurybaby]

It's a cyborg dog. It pisses urine and WD-40.

[soulbonder]

That poor creature.

[centurybaby]

Whatever. It could've died instead.

[soulbonder]

[why doesn't anyone here respect life's boundaries?] Oh.