i need some z team going "bitch you live like this?!" at each other.
invisigirl passing by bruno's neighbourhood, and breaking into golem's apartment just to see if she can. he doesn't even look up from his phone (it's comically small in his hands and has the brightness set at maximum).
courtney: get better locks, jesus fuck, i could break in here blackout drunk and blinfolded. what DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T HAVE A DOOR WEEK BEFORE?
(he gets locks that visi approves the week after that).
golem visiting visi's apartment for old cd she promised to swap with him for his audiobook file. her roommate number one is audibly getting plowed in one room, while roommate number two and three are having a fistfight over a furry (?) ex (?) girlfriend (?) in the kitchen. courtney proceeds as if this is totally normal.
bruno: girl, i had more privacy than you when i had people in the labs experimenting on me.
(courtney has a standing invitation to his home when her roommates get too loud).
flambae, fresh out of prison, slightly nervous letting prism in his home for the first time: here's the bathroom, wash up, i am making quesadillas.
fifteen minutes pass and prism comes out of the bathroom with a look of intense pity and disgust: bitch, you wash your hair with head and shoulders?? head and shoulders?? no conditioner too? do you hate yourself?
(his haircare routine improvement rests purely on prism).
prism, inviting flambae in her house for fresh chick flick and snacks. she doesn't have time for cooking and no longer can afford a chef so her kitchen is bare.
flambae taking a single look in her cupboards while her back is turned: what the fuck do you even eat, bitch?? take out?? only take out? what do you mean what difference does that make, take out isn't a real food. bitch you would have better nutrition if you ate from trash cans!
(he feeds her actual homemade dishes for the foreseeable future).
malevola letting sonar crash at her place and use her phone for a day (he lost his when changing into a batform). look, she's several hundred years old, she bought phone mostly to humor some of her human friends and flings, and she doesn't believe in credit cards. totally fine using them, just doesn't want to.
sonar: hey, any passwords i shouldn't see anywhere in the notes app?
mal: what passwords. oh that, i just use 123456789 for everything.
sonar: hey, what is that huge bag under your bed?
malevola: oh that's my savings.
she has no digital literacy. all the money she owns is in cold hard cash.
victor, actually worried: mal, it would be laughably easy to doxx you and rob you blind.
(afterwards she has a safe box, an actual list with improved new passwords on her hands and several troyans less on her phone).
victor begs mal to go with him to another tech bro thing in the mall.
malevola: okay i will but do you even like the guys there?
sonar jokingly: like there's a choice for a freak like me.
mal, suddenly not okay with this: the fuck you mean?
apparently victor entire social circle constists of tech bros and Harvard graduates and all of them with mild, non-appearance-altering powers. mal immediately drags victor to her favourite bar, where almost no one has a human face and nobody will gawk at sonar's bat head.
(they go there every two weeks).
punch up and coupe lived together long enough that neither of them is phased by other's quirks, but good lord, darling, is there really a need for that many human mannequins? (colm), and yes, beloved, there is, and why do we have an anti-witch sigil drawn on all of our clothes? (janelle)
(the mannequins end up with an anti-witch sigil drawn on them too).
