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− | Recalling her untouched cup of tea cooling in front of her, Mavis picks it up for a sip. She sputters on drinking it, though, when Widget asks her | + | Recalling her untouched cup of tea cooling in front of her, Mavis picks it up for a sip. She sputters on drinking it, though, when Widget asks her that outright. The mortal chokes, coughs, sets the cup down and covers her mouth, then coughs some more. "W-Whot?" She croaks, twisting her face toward Widget to peer back incredulously at the gremlin. "I-I... No! How?! Why?!" |
Latest revision as of 20:05, 4 November 2019
Interro-bombed by the Gremlin | |
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Participants | 3 November, 2019 Aftermath of an impulsive decision the previous night and interrogations by Widget. |
Location
Mavis' kitchen. Where it ALL happens. | |
Oh hey it's a Widget. She's bundled in winter clothes, having wandered in at the wee hours of the morning to see how Mavis is doing. The imp was kind of nervous that last time had scared her off a little. That much Wyrd in a weird situation...yeah. Despite being bundled, she's also sneaky as heck, just staring at the back of Mavis's head for a bit until she finally pipes up with an entirely too-loud "Hi, Mavis!"
Widget might've had a gun out when she saw all that, sneaking away when Mavis showered with only a minimum of creeping and light food theft. The imp is just glad Mavis is okay now, giving the woman a hug. "Okay. Yes. Doing okay?" Even Widget could see Mavis was acting funny. It's easier for mortals because the rules are still the same. Faces mean what they show up as, usually. "Nice robe. Very soft. Yes."
-> >> Widget to Here << <-============================================Rolled 1 Success < 2 5 6 8 > ==============================-> >> Wits + Subterfuge No Flags << <--> >> Mavis to Here << <-=============================================Rolled 1 Success < 1 1 4 4 6 10 > ======================-> >> Manipulation + Subterfuge No Flags << <-Widget squeezes Mavis, looking at her face. There's doubt there, but she keeps on smiling anyway. Mavis wouldn't lie to her about anything important, Mavis was her friend! Yes. She trusted Mavis. But what if Mavis /had/ to say that? The offer a gift erases whatever was left for a few seconds. "Orange! Yes! Thank you!" The gremlin hugs Mavis again, pausing mid-tackle. "...Ask next time. To fix the kitchen?"
-> >> Widget to Here << <-============================================Rolled 1 Success < 1 1 3 4 10 > ==============================-> >> Wits + Subterfuge No Flags << <--> >> Mavis to Here << <-=============================================Rolled 2 Successes < 2 5 7 9 9 > ======================-> >> Manipulation + Subterfuge No Flags << <-"Sunburst! Sounds neat!" Widget smiles, hopping a bit. Then she listens to Mavis and the hopping stops. Her head turns, the rusty girl look about the kitchen. It's easy to see her brow crinkle as her eyes move around the spotless room. "But...was...dirty? Earlier? No fight or...anything?" Widget's words are slow, the gremlin parsing things slowly. There's confusion and a hint of fear. Not a little amount, a /lot/ of it concealed the best she can. Did she just...think that...or...no, not....but....
-> >> Mavis to Here << <-=============================================Rolled 3 Successes < 1 1 2 8 9 10 > ======================-> >> Manipulation + Subterfuge No Flags << <--> >> Widget to Here << <-============================================Rolled 2 Successes < 1 3 8 9 > ==============================-> >> Wits + Subterfuge No Flags << <-"Oh. Okay. Was it a sex thing?" Widget steps back, padding over to loot what was left of the fridge. "Coz face is red. And seen that movie. Yes." Well, more than one of those movies, but in her head, among the Lost a ruined kitchen means a cooking misadventure, a death-battle, or a lovemaking session that can blind nearby mortals. She's walked in on all of them at some point. "Just...not hurt or a Fffffffriend....hurter. Yes. Had to be sure!" Yeah that's it now it's her turn to be all red.
-> >> Mavis to Here << <-=============================================Rolled 0 Success < 1 1 2 3 7 > ======================-> >> Manipulation + Subterfuge No Flags << <--> >> Widget to Here << <-============================================Rolled 0 Success < 3 5 5 6 > ==============================-> >> Wits + Subterfuge No Flags << <-Widget just stares, confused at why Mavis looks like she's upset at this. "Trash is empty. Yes. No bottles and stuff. So." And Widget really wanted those bottles! For reasons. But wait if she was still worried was it... Oh! Wait. Really? "With Amity? But...Wait. No. Yes? No sex thing? But." Widget stands there, brain overheating enough that there's nearly steam. Imp confuse no brain good.
Widget nearly hits the top when Mavis slams her hands, reaching into her jacket and dropping into a crouch. Pause. Oh. Oh okay. Back upright like she didn't look like she was about to draw a /gun/ in Mavis's kitchen. The imp unwinds, letting out a small hiss. "Okay. Yes. Can stay." Widget sits down, rattled. Turnabout is fair play? "Tea is fine. Can just be you. Enough for me. Yes." Huff. Slow down, heart.
Oh sweet free tea! Widget accepts, quickly sliding back into her usual bearing. See? All worked out. Mavis was...not dead. Making noises and scrunchy, but not dead! Or worse! Total success on Widget's part. She was such a good friend. "Favor? Yes. What?" Ah! A chance to be even better!
Widget stares at Mavis, nodding slowly. "Okay. Want to do sex stuff with Amity or really like her and want to tell her you did sex stuff with another girl so it hurts less so you can maybe still do sex stuff with her later when she's not sad about it?" Inhale. Exhale. "Okay! Can do that! Promise. Yes."
Widget smiles, hugging her knees to her chest. "People think I do so it's easy to not. Yes." She does miss lots of stuff, though. Usually she just remembers or picks up on what people don't want them to. Kind of a gift, really. The imp looks around, humming quietly to herself. "Who was she? Not-Amity?"
"Oh, okay." Widget peers at Mavis's bracelets, a new and interesting thing. Sure were a lot of those things, yup. Widget liked jewelry but not wearing it, for the most part. Jangly, shiny, ruined stealth and attracted the enemy. But...y'know...shiny. "Why? Bored. Like this place. Feels old. Nice. Stories here. Want to hear them. Yes. But need to find some first! Other than the ones. In the machines. Yes." Sip. "Good tea."
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