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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[futureleader]

[quentin starts laughing, not letting her get away so easily. in fact he pulls her closer by the ankle despite being smacked in the face with the stuffed animal.]

You gotta say uncle, Jen.

[centurybaby]

[ aslfkj LIKE HELL THE SPIRIT OF THE CENTURY IS GOING TO SAY UNCLE. she shoves her hand in his face between laughs to push at him, toes curling. ]

No-- [ a huffed breath ] fucking way.

[futureleader]

[GOOD THING HE'S NOT WEARING HIS GLASSES THEN.]

Your funeral! [he pauses briefly to grab her other foot so he can hold them together with one hand and tickle her feet.]

No mercy!

[centurybaby]

[ oh my god that is so unfair WHAT A JERK. jenny buries her face in her stuffed rabbit to muffle her laughing because she's a bad ass, okay, and the two things she does not do are: 1) cry, and 2) get tickled.

finally: ]

Okay-- okay, fuck. Uncle! Uncle, you asshole.

[futureleader]

[he releases her foot, with a smug grin on his face. he totally got you jenny q. totally got you. he walked the end of the earth and found your ultimate weakness to be tickling. so if ever you abuse your power, he will bring you down to great justice. etc. etc.]

Heh. What a weenie.

[centurybaby]

[ she takes a second to catch her breath before she's sitting up and reaching over to pinch him hard on the arm. she might seem mad, but there's something amused about the shape of her eyes, something entertained around the corners of her mouth.

mildly: ]

Fuck you, Quentin Quire.

[futureleader]

You're welcome, Jenny Quantum.

[He grins, rubbing his arm in the area where she pinched him.]

[centurybaby]

Whatever, jerk.

[ she shoves him lightly, reaching across to grab a cookie before settling back down on the mattress. amicably, maybe even a little fondly: ]

FYI, I totally hate you.

[futureleader]

No you don't. You could never really hate me, Jenny.

[At least, that's what he thinks. but he stands up and jabs his thumb towards the door.]

Need a drink?

[centurybaby]

[ she doesn't confirm or deny. instead: ]

You got milk?

[futureleader]

Strawberry or white?

[he's leaving the room, so you better holler your decision Jenny Q. >:c ]

[centurybaby]

[ calling after him: ]

Strawberry. D'uh.