[luckylockjaw]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Near the 3 Daggers PARTIES: Wyatt (@loftylockjaw) & Winter (@longislandcharm) SUMMARY: Winter's revenge isn't complete, but Wyatt cuts her off at the pass. CONTENT WARNINGS: none. :---)

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The folder with precious information was tucked under her arm as Winter made her way from her car towards the bar she’d heard about, the dirt road beneath her feet making her stop to try and wipe some of it off of her expensive boots. Hunters really needed to think about the more… hygienic of the human race when scouting a new location for their next meet up. This was such a drag. She finished wiping the dirt from the black suede the best that she could before she stood to start her journey again. 

In hindsight, she should have tried to park beyond the gate. She should have tried to find a way inside of it to get closer to the bar instead of choosing the difficult path of the road but she’d gotten frustrated at needing to climb out to push open the doors just to climb back in again. Parking off to the side right in front of it had seemed like the better option. It seemed that decision was going to bite her in the ass though as the bar was still far enough back that she couldn’t yell for help once she saw the person blocking her way. 

Before Winter could even start walking again and gain more dirt on her shoes, she stopped in her tracks when she spotted the very man she was here to complain about. Her hand went to clutch the folder of information as tightly as possible, heart rate climbing just slightly at the sight of him. “What? Are you following me again? Want to throw me out of another tree?” Wyatt Barlow continued to be the bane of her existence but she had a plan. If she could make it past him he would no longer be her problem. She could get rid of him, make sure he didn’t terrify another person, make sure he wasn’t such a pain in the ass to the others in this town. If only a hunter would ride up to the gates for a nice jug of piss beer and she could do this the easy way. 

But it looked like the hard way was her destined path. 

“I’ve left you alone. That’s what you wanted so I don’t understand why you’re stalking me.” Okay, so that wasn’t the whole truth but did he know that? Maybe he did since he was here. Playing dumb didn’t usually work with him and yet she couldn’t help it. “It was the apple I threw at you, wasn’t it? I wrote ‘die asshole’ as a joke, not a prediction.” But if it came true she wouldn’t cry about it. In fact, she might have been trying to help that prediction along just a little bit.

—

“Left me alone?” the lamia scoffed. “Is that why you got some good fer nothin’ creeps snoopin’ on me? Didn’t think I’d notice, eh? Well I fuckin’ did.” He jutted his chin out toward her, gesturing with his head and eyes at the folder she was holding onto for dear life. “Why? What you got in there, hm?” He didn’t actually know that this was the road to a hunter bar where Winter would have her pick of the litter from rangers who’d be more than happy to take him out, but it definitely wasn’t her scene, and the whole thing had been suspicious enough for him to step in before she got wherever she was going. He had been stalking her for a few days, trying to figure out what she was up to before it became too large a problem to handle. She was a stupid girl who seemed to just like bullying people on their worst days, so he hadn’t ever really thought it was anything serious… until now. This place she was headed for was suspicious as fuck, and Wyatt wasn’t having it.

He stepped toward her, holding his hand out expectantly. “Give it ‘ere, and maybe I won’t throw you out of another tree.”

—

“No, I didn’t, actually. You don’t seem like an observant person.” She sneered at him, looking him up and down as if he were less than the dirt she had been trying to wipe off her shoe. She really hadn’t thought he would notice anything. From what Winter could tell he wasn’t exactly the brightest person in the world so she was inclined to believe her hired help had been just as idiotic for him to catch on to what was going on. That would teach her not to outsource to someone she trusted in the city next time. “I have enough to keep me safe from those jaws of yours.” The bravado coming out of her did not match the fear climbing its way up her spine. Really, what was to stop him? “There’s copies of all of this with the stupid goons who don’t know how to stay out of sight for shit. They’re to send it to a contact if something happens to me.”

Paying no mind to the way she’d most likely condemned the PI she’d hired to death if Wyatt deemed it necessary, she took a step back as he stepped forward. ‘Turn around and get in your car, Winter.’ But she ignored her inner thoughts, not wanting him to know how terrified she truly was. He got that from her once already, he wasn’t getting it from her again. “Yea? Why don’t you go fuck yourself instead?” Her eyes narrowed at the alligator, her own fury radiating between them. She was so sick of this brute, sick enough that she was determined to make it past him to that bar. 

—

He hadn’t been lying when he told Emilio that he didn’t want to kill this girl. He still wasn’t when he told himself he’d rather avoid it now, but his patience was running terribly thin. “You got a big mouth for someone who don’t stand any kind of chance against me,” Wyatt growled, jerking his hand toward her again. “Give it here, I said. Your goons got copies, then you don’t need this one, right?” He wanted to know what was in it, wanted to know how much she’d been able to find out about him. “Where you takin’ it?” He glanced over his shoulder. “What’s that place, down the road, hm? Talk, girl. Quickly, ‘fore I get any more impatient. I like this shirt, n’ I don’t really wanna have to shred it just to put you in the ground ‘cuz you’re too fuckin’ stubborn to see when you’re outta your league.”

—

“I was raised to keep fighting no matter how big my opponent is.” It had been ingrained in her over and over as a child. Her parents, mostly her mother’s, voices echoed in her mind whenever situations like this arose pushing her into fights that she couldn’t handle. But mother always knew best and she would want Winter to use what she knew against the prick to get her out of this. Lifting the folder up, she waved it tauntingly in the air but still made sure to keep it out of his reach. He wasn’t close enough to grab it and run. “I know so much more than you’d think. You have a history of violence, don’t you Wyatt? Not shocking knowing how riled up you can get with a little teasing.” Or harassment. She wasn’t innocent but she wouldn’t admit that to him.

The folder was tucked back into her arm before stupidity started to take hold. Her pride mixed with her over confidence was enough to have her moving forward as if there wasn’t an alligator bitch boy blocking her way. “I think your mom is going to love the copy I sent her, by the way. Is she an alligator too? Do you guys bond with your violent natures?” 

—

He was a few seconds away from simply decking her in the face and taking the folder when she mentioned his mother. Immediately, he felt lightheaded. “What?” he snapped breathily, squinting his eyes closed for a moment. “You — you did what?” When he opened them again, his vision was swimming. Adrenaline was dumping into his system, thoughts turning to all the horrible people that might love to know about a large family of lamias living in Louisiana, and what they might do to that family. 

Wyatt’s voice trembled when he spoke  again, but not from fear. He was angrier than he’d ever been — angrier than when he’d found out his cousin had been lying to him and stealing from their family for years, angrier than that night he’d confronted Owen in that bar, far angrier than he ever got during any paid fight. “Oh, girl,” he growled, kicking off his boots into the snow and shrugging off his jacket. “That weren’t very smart.” 

He was lunging at her even before the shift began, the ridge of scales that ran along his spine ripping through his clothing, hands reaching for her as they shifted and grew dangerous claws in the blink of an eye. When he landed on her, he was himself, pinning her in the snow with one hand as he leaned over the top of her, snarling in her face. He ripped the folder out of her hand, throwing it to the side. There was no enjoyment to be had here, rage still fueling him as he bit down on her midsection and snapped his head up again, dragging her along. 

It wouldn’t do to have her screaming and drawing attention, so this time, he didn’t play any cat and mouse. He simply bit down as hard as he could, feeling her warm blood coat his tongue. Another couple jerks of his head and he’d turned her enough in his jaws to gulp her down head first, stooping to gather up the folder she’d been holding and his clothing, the latter of which he chucked up into a tree to come back for later. From there, the shifter stomped off into the woods, pausing every few yards to swallow Winter down a little more, not thrilled about having to eat and run but not having much other choice. 

She’d gotten what was fucking coming to her.

—

The moment the words had registered with him Winter knew it had been a mistake. “Wait…” The word was barely a whisper as she started to back away from him. “Wait, just listen.” But he wasn’t listening. He was infuriated and she should have known that any mention of a mom would have caused such a visceral reaction. Even if she wasn’t speaking to her own mother at the moment she still would have been blinded by rage too. She’d just been trying to get him to back off, maybe panic a little and give her a chance to run off, but this was backfiring tremendously.

She didn’t even have a chance to tell him it wasn’t true.

Winter had no idea where his mother was but she wished she could see her son now on the off chance that she would be ashamed. For all she knew, the woman was just as violent as he was though, a thought that shouldn’t have been plaguing her as he pinned her to the ground. Maybe they would hear her screams up at the bar but even as she thought it she knew it was hopeless. It was still so far away and bars had loud music. Nobody was coming for her. 

For the first time in so long hot tears slid down her cheeks while the inevitable sank in; she wasn’t getting out of the trouble her big mouth had caused this time. Here she thought that she could get out of anything either with sheer confidence or her family’s power alone but the moment before her death only proved how naive she had been. She’d been naive her whole life, hadn’t she? Why had she fought so hard to be like the woman who killed her spirit over and over? Why hadn’t she given her father more gratitude for everything he had done to keep her safe? Why did she push people away so often, refusing to get too close to anyone? They say clarity comes with death. They say that everything flashes before your eyes, that peace comes in your last moments…and now, Winter knew how right that was. 

It was fear. Everything boiled down to that one emotion that she had sworn over and over to never let rule her life and yet it had ruled it so gracefully that she’d never even known it was there. Now, flashes of her parents' faces, of Mack, Henry, Charlie, Finn, and even Thea came through in her last second before Wyatt’s teeth sank into her flesh causing that peaceful bubble that had formed to shatter. Her scream cut through the air and as he dragged her along she did what she could to fight him even though it was no use. She would go down, but she would go down kicking and screaming.

Until his teeth cut deeper through her flesh, ripping through muscle and tendon and her spinal cord. The pain slowly faded away as life was drained from her. She wanted to laugh, a realization sweeping like a wave through her broken body. It took a monster to take her down, proving that she’d always been a monster herself.

[longislandcharm]

PARTIES: Winter (@longislandcharm) and Rosemary (@necrosemancy) TIMING: A few days before Halloween SUMMARY: Rosemary has entered the Halloween decorating contest. Unfortunately for her, Winter has been chosen to be a judge. WARNINGS: None

If there was one thing Rosemary Kane took seriously, it was Halloween. 

After an entire childhood of being forced to barely acknowledge the celebration of all things spooky, the second Rosemary had ventured out on her own she embraced the holiday with every fiber of her being. In college she had gone to every Halloween party she could get an invite to. She had been the queen of coming up with a costume on the fly. 

The older she’d gotten, the fewer crazy parties she attended. But that didn’t mean her love for the holiday had in any way diminished. If anything, it had grown. In the few years she’d lived in Wicked’s Rest, the Kane residence had established itself as one of the best houses on the block for Halloween decor. Rosemary didn’t tend to make it very scary, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining. She turned her little fairy tale cottage into something out of a witch’s equivalent to a Better Homes and Gardens magazine. Her lawn was dotted with silly ghosts wearing sunglasses and hats. There were several skeletons she’d dressed up as celebrities. At least a dozen pumpkins lined the path up to her front door, some carved, others painted. 

Needless to say, she was incredibly proud of it. 

What made it even better was the fact that apparently the town was holding a contest to find the best decorated house for Halloween. Surely she had this in the bag. Surely. 

The witch glanced down at Skeledog with a grin. “We’ve got this in the bag, don’t we honey?” Skeledog, who she’d only reanimated to sit and wag his little tail and open his mouth to ‘bark’ at people who walked up the path, did nothing in response. His mouth opened as he ‘barked’ at a young woman coming up the little stone path to her house. Rosemary waved. “You must be the judge for the contest! I’m Rosemary, nice to meet you!”

A note had shown up on her new front door, stabbed into the wood with a dagger that had the hilt shaped like a skeleton. It had enraged Winter, the girl immediately turning to the app for her camera system to see who had destroyed the brand new addition to her home only for her to see it suddenly appear as if the camera glitched. Of course it did. It always did. She would have to call the security company again later. But even a dagger randomly stabbed into her door wasn’t enough to keep her curiosity at bay for long and soon she was reading the note about how she’d been chosen to be on the committee for the Halloween decorating contest. A judge, at that, which she felt she was particularly qualified for. 

It was annoying, yes, but Winter couldn’t blame the town for knowing that she had good taste. Walking through the different neighborhoods had been entertaining if not underwhelming. Everyone had something in their yard that was either aesthetically unappealing or downright boring. So, when she walked up to a quaint little cottage with a yard full to the brim she didn’t have high expectations.

And she was right.

Not even introducing herself before rolling her eyes at the celebrity skeletons, she flicked the blonde wig of one with her pen before writing down notes under the address on her paper, the clipboard making it much easier to do so. ‘Looks nothing like Taylor Swift’ was written in her curved writing, Winter looking up with a placating smile towards the stepford house owner who seemed to be following her every move. 

Walking up to a hoard of flamingos with skeletons riding their backs, she raised a brow before turning her gaze back to the owner. “Why flamingos? Not very spooky.” A tsk left her lips before she moved on to stop in front of a skeleton shaped like a dog. Now that was just crass. “This looks particularly fake…”

The young woman seemed to be taking her job as seriously as Rosemary took the job of decorating. Unfortunately, she didn’t look jaw droppingly, staggeringly impressed with the witch’s decorative efforts. 

Rosemary tried not to look offended as the judge of the contest flicked the hair on the skeleton she’d dressed in an outfit she’d painstakingly made from scratch to replicate one of Taylor Swift’s tour costumes. She craned her neck from her spot by the door, as though if she tried hard enough she could see what the woman was writing. 

Her attempts to maintain a perfectly lovely neutral expression died from the one two punch of comments against her flamingo army and Skeledog. The witch’s mouth pursed as though she sucked a lemon, and she forced her cheeks to draw up in an odd facsimile of a smile. “Well the flamingos are year round decor for me.” As if she could ever think of getting rid of her army of flamingos named Charlie. Not when they told her her hair looked great from the back on a regular basis. “So I dressed them up with tiny skeletons on their back. For the holidays I’ll be putting tiny reindeer antlers on them, bunny ears in the spring, and so on. You see?” Rosemary thought her explanation was perfectly sound. 

The slight to skeledog, however, she simply could not abide. With a curl of her fingers behind her back, she allowed the movements of the dog to be more fluid.  The dog’s bony little tail wagged quickly, as though he were excited to see the newcomer on their doorstep. “Really? I get more comments about how lifelike he looks. I don’t think anyone has ever said he looks fake.” Because he isn’t, she added to herself. 

She could barely hide the look of disdain that came when the flamingos were explained away as yearly decor. That was the tackiest thing Winter had ever seen in other yards throughout the years and this one would be no different even if they were dressed for every holiday. She tried to smile, unable to disguise how much she hated the pink plastic birds. “If you ask me, flamingos should stay a Floridian decoration. Is that where you’re from?” Because that was the only explanation as to why this woman would want them. For some reason people liked this type of stuff in that state.

“Oh!” Winter stepped back as the skeleton dog wagged its tail and moved closer in a greeting it seemed. The thing was moving much better than it had been a second ago, wide eyes moving from it to the blonde standing on her doorstep. Okay, maybe she had been wrong about that one. That wasn’t something she was willing to say aloud even if she did give an extra point towards the realism. She looked back at the dog, lifted her chin, and the fakest smile she could muster once again pulled at her lips. “Rose colored glasses, I suppose. Judges don’t get that luxury.”

Something inside of the medium must have been broken at a young age. Antagonizing people had been bred into her DNA or her mother had made sure to instill it in her when growing up but either way she couldn’t help the way she loved to get under everyone else’s skin. She could see the pride this woman held in the decorations she must have slaved away on and Winter wanted nothing more than to see the blonde’s frustration grow while she secretly marked higher scores than the other would have guessed. Why was she like this? It was a question that would go unanswered but would be asked over and over throughout the years. “Anything else you’d like to point out?” She was still fair. If Rosemary wanted to plead her case more she wouldn’t stop her…she’d relish in it.

This pre teen hated her. That was the only explanation. They put a judgy person who looked as though they didn’t have any clue as to what it was like having joints that practically creaked when they stood up in charge of judging the decorations of other established adults. Rosemary could feel the shiny gold of first prize slipping from her fingers. “No I’m from Connecticut. I just like them.” She was going to have to train the flamingos to talk about how awful this woman was. 

At least Skeledog’s more animated appearance seemed to put some points back into the witch’s column. At least she thought they did until the woman said something about rose-colored glasses. Rosemary took a deep breath and tried not to let her blood simmer. 

“Well I don’t know if you noticed them, but I made a little army of small painted pumpkins, and hid them everywhere like an Easter egg hunt. There’s about thirty of them in all. If you notice any you can take one as a souvenir.”

“Connecticut…hmm, makes sense.” It didn’t. There was no reason to say that other than ruffling her feathers more, Winter accentuating the words with contemplative eyes running over the woman. She pressed her lips together, eyes moving back to her paper, and let the words sit between them in hopes of making the blonde’s mind run wild. God, she was reverting back to her high school days with this. The mean girl bullshit that she’d always been so good at had made everyone she went to school with fear her. She had coveted that fear and maybe she needed that back. Being in Wicked’s Rest scared her enough to want to instill the same feeling for others in whatever way she could.

Shit…sounded like she cracked her own code. 

Looking up as she explained about the pumpkins, her lips pulled into a thin straight line. “So, you want people who are just trying to look at decorations to do manual labor? Got it.” She marked an eight on the ‘fun’ scale before she moved to look around a little closer, trying to spot one of these painted pumpkins scattered around. “Are they painted to be scary or fun? Your answer affects your score.”

Literally how did anything about Rosemary scream ‘Connecticut’?! The witch took a deep, calming breath and forced the bright smile on her face to be even more sparkling. She would charm the ever living shit out of this judge if it was the last thing she ever did. 

And it just might well be the last thing she ever did. Rosemary was certain this interaction was taking years, possibly decades off the backend of her life. “No, it’s just a fun game. Participation isn’t required. It’s fully optional.” She said in the most chipper tone she could muster. “And the pumpkins are painted to be both. Some fun, some scare. Some fun-scary.” She said without offering any explanation or criteria for what made a painted pumpkin ‘fun-scary’. If this judge was worth their salt, the witch felt they should simply know what she meant. 

“Fun…scary? Hmmm.” She tsked, pretending to mark something on the sheet but not really having anything to put down because what did that even mean? Was this some kind of Disney channel term that she had never learned growing up? Didn’t matter, it was still pretty creative of the woman and she silently told herself to add a little more for that. 

Winter lowered the clipboard in such a way that the blonde couldn’t see anything that was written down before giving her a sardonic smile. “Well, I think we’re done here then. A few points were knocked off for the flamingos...but I’m sure you did fine.” Her eyes flashed with the mischief she was feeling before she started to take one last look around the yard. It really was cute after ignoring the pink plastic birds. She wouldn’t be surprised if this was the winner but there were quite a few more houses to see. “You should know something soon. The vote will be held in a couple of days and we’ll inform the winner a day after that. Any questions for me?” Even answering them was the last thing she wanted to do. She was a judge though and she would take that seriously.

“Fun scary.” The witch repeated with confidence. “Its spooky but not in a ‘I’m going to make small children cry’ sort of way.” Fun scary was a thing, right?…. Right? Rosemary heaved an internal sigh. She was definitely losing this contest. 

Would it be bad of her to cast a spell on this woman with an apparent disdain for fun lawn decorations to encounter pink lawn flamingos everywhere she went? Probably. Rosemary had to remind herself that using magic to torment people was bad unless they’d really done something to warrant it. “Nope! No questions really.” The witch lied. The real question was ‘what the hell did a flamingo ever do to you?’ . She bit the thought back. “You were great. Do you want a treat?” She pointed to a little plastic cauldron filled with candy. Maybe sweets would help her win…

“Right…sure…” Winter nodded her head at the explanation, knowing exactly what she meant but schooling her facial into full on judgment mode. For fun. It was hilarious watching this woman squirm and getting the strained smiles with every answer given. She almost didn’t want to move on. Not to mention the way she was trying to butter the medium up with treats. 

She looked towards the treats before shaking her head at the offer. “I’m not a sweets person, but I appreciate the offer.” Another lie. Winter could tear a bag of oreos up if she wanted but she was getting too much enjoyment from denying the blonde. “I hope you have a great rest of your night.” One last disdainful look at the flamingos and then Winter was walking away to head to another house with hopes that the rest of them would be as fun as this one.

[fromnewashes]

[user links an amazon listing for dog shampoo.]

[longislandcharm]

You think I haven't tried that? Maybe not dog shampoo (ass) but I've been scrubbing my skin almost raw. Clearly they love clean people.

[recoveringdreamer]

I mean, a little! They kind of looked like worms.

Yeah, I saw them again. Also, different ones that are, like, on people and stuff? But I'm alive! No legs here but my legs!

[longislandcharm]

And you think worms are cute?

I'm glad you're alive and good news; they don't kill you I guess. The little jerks have been all over me. Any idea on how to get rid of them?

[fox--tales]

Okay, that's super fair. I always worry that any high profile activity happening in town is some kind of prank or something because, I mean, it's Wicked's Rest of all places.

Oh my god, you're probably right. I should-- Wait did you say connections? What connections? Connections to who? Or is it whom? That would be amazing! Incredible! Fantastic, even! Like I know I just run a little local morning show or whatever but it could be so much more, there's so much I want to do but I just can't get the time or the funds to branch out too far.

[longislandcharm]

That's extremely valid of you. I am also wary of most things that happen around here but this looks legit in my professional opinion.

I did. I did say connections. I have my own national television show (it's on hiatus but will be returning soon) and I know people. Just so happens, the director of this commercial knows my mother and I will be getting in contact. I'll mention your show and maybe he can pitch the idea of local advertising to the Eggo reps.

[technowarden]

Oh yeah, it was a desktop. Which is wild, because they knew enough about computers to open up the tower, but literally nothing else.

This town is a little apple keen, isn't it?

[longislandcharm]

You know what? That surprises me even less. Apple keen, idiotic, they seem to go hand in hand around here.

[dxrkheartedoxe]

I've always had a very do-it-yourself upbringing. We had staff but they were more like family than hired help. God, I don't even want to think about it. Some of these ornaments are hundreds of years old. Money couldn't replace them even if I was willing to accept it. I'll take that contact number all the same. I just need to get the trees, garlands, wreaths, and the like up. I can do the ornaments myself.

[longislandcharm]

Yea, couldn't be me. I don't think I've ever put a single ornament on a tree myself before. Bapak always hired a chef to make the traditional Selat Solo so I never even had to cook. But I suppose if I had hundred year old ornaments I'd be a little picky about who's touching them too. [user sends the number to her through dms] Tell them I recommended so they better be on their best behavior or we'll have words.

[doctorareyes]

You see me for therapy, I probably shouldn't reply to

No idea. Esperanza tried to eat some of them. Normally I am all for gentle pet parenting but I don't think I've ever told her 'no' quite as loudly as I did then.

[longislandcharm]

She tried to eat them and they're not all over her? But they're all over me? I'm going to need her secrets, please.

[mannequinmaestro]

Have you considered arming yourself better?

In all seriousness, all flees have legs, and you should be able to cure your problems with a bath and some pharmacy ointment.

[longislandcharm]

Have you considered that I've tried all of this? Except arming myself with anything other than hygiene products? It doesn't work. These things just keep coming back.

[longislandcharm]

I went outside for the first time in a week and I seriously wish I hadn't. Anyone know how to get rid of leg fleas? Or fleas that are legs? I don't know what these things are!

[muertarte]

After much thinking and with the return of the painting licker I have decided to run my gallery once again.

Does anyone know why paint would taste good? Should I just eat h

[longislandcharm]

.....painting licker? As in, someone is specifically going in there and licking the artwork? Just when you think you've heard it all.

[the-lil-exorcist]

Hey everyone, if I catch you with a Ouija board right now it will be on site. I got too much to do right now and I won't save you.

I mean it <3.

[longislandcharm]

Starting a petition to have them removed from the stores. Nobody needs those things. I'll happily contribute to ridding the town of them as well.

[fox--tales]

Okay I have to know why Eggo is here filming a waffle commercial. Like I think they're taking the "leg" part of "Leggo my Eggo" a little too literally.

On another note, how hard do you think it would be to get a featured part? Or a sponsorship for the podcast?

[longislandcharm]

Don't question it, just enjoy. [user is so excited about a stupid commercial]

I think any extra role is going to be filled soon enough. It's all about the connections. The connections that I specifically have. Maybe I can talk to them about your sponsorship.

[dxrkheartedoxe]

Let me get this straight you pay to have your decorations put up? And you trust these people not to break any of them? I had never even thought about anything like that.

[longislandcharm]

I wasn't aware how revolutionary that idea was. So happy to be a trailblazer for the handyman community.

If they break my things then they buy my things. They don't want to buy my things as they're expensive. I find that makes them more trustworthy.

[recoveringdreamer]

Yeah, they were climbing up a tree. They were kind of cute? I think I'll go back and look at them some more later, if you want to come.

[longislandcharm]

Tiny legs climbing up a tree are cute? Somehow I'm picturing them looking like deformed insects and I don't find that cute at all.

Tell me you came back from looking at them a second time. I've been busy getting things together for Spirit Speak to make it's comeback so I didn't see your message until now but I would like to know you're alive.

[longislandcharm]

notstinky from here [pm] What? I'm talking about the guy we killed, Winter. I'm so comfy over here though! I'm all tucked in. I finally got my toes to be warm. Y'know when your toes are all cold? [...] Oh. Did you not want me to talk about it on the internet 'cause it's evidence?

[pm] I'm going to put you in the death pit next Thea, why? We are definitely going to jail I'm so glad that finally clicked for you. What did we talk about? Deny deny deny!

What evidence? You're really starting to freak me out with this. I most certainly didn't kill anybody and as far as I'm aware you never did either. Did you have a bad dream?

[technowarden]

Does anyone else just have the weirdest customer interactions sometimes? I spent two hours on the phone with this guy today, because every few minutes he'd ask me to wait while he talked to someone in the same room as him. When I eventually drove out to figure out what was wrong, his computer was just full of apples. Not Apple technology, just apples.

So I guess this is also a PSA. Please don't put apples in your computers! I know it's so confusing that there's a major computer company called Apple, but that is a brand, not technical advice!

[longislandcharm]

I'm not even sure how someone could fit apples inside a computer. Was it a desktop? Because I will be seriously impressed if it was a laptop. Unless they just closed them in between the screen and the keyboard.

I'm not even surprised though.