#maymayandthehog

[annoyangle]

OOC COORDINATION THREAD!!

@maymayandthehog @saltysciencesixer

Since tumblr blew up group messages, let's just use this for coordinating this unexpectedly tangled web of RP :) reply freely!

current post order: Sixer, Mabel, Bill (IF NEEDED when the conversation hits a point. Otherwise he's gonna just lurk lurkily by the window and be distracted by his 80,000 yottabytes of World's Funniest People Crashing Their Cars Into Each Other feed)

[annoyangle]

(@maymayandthehog resuming from last post)

"WELL, I WASN'T GOING TO BE HERE. BUT YEAH, I'M HERE. KIND OF HARD NOT TO BE WHEN YOU SEE ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES."

Bill appears, sitting in the seat that Mabel just stood up from. He's not as bright and brilliant as Mabel might remember; he's a little darker, his tone a little less eye-gougingly yellow, more of an amber or marigold hue. He's not exuding his usual smug self-satisfaction. He toys with the boom mic for a second with a small black finger. Almost like he's nervous. Giving every vibe of a skittish animal ready to bolt in an instant if necessary. He's small, his legs dangling off the edge of the seat, nowhere near touching the floor.

"THERE'S FIFTY-SEVEN OTHER UNIVERSES WHERE YOU TELL ME TO BUZZ OFF. THANKS FOR BEING THE ONE THAT DIDN'T." His pupil moves, focuses on Mabel's face for a second and then he looks away again. "I'LL GET RIGHT TO THE POINT. YOU'RE PROBABLY STILL MAD AT ME AND THAT'S FINE. LOTS OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN MAD AT ME FOR LOTS OF REASONS."

He leans back against the chair, eye closing for a moment. "I WOULD SAY THAT I'M SORRY, BECAUSE I KIND OF AM, BUT ALSO I KIND OF CAN'T, BECAUSE I'M KIND OF NOT. DESPITE THAT, LET'S SAY THAT I AM, FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING A CONVERSATION THAT LASTS LONGER THAN FOUR SECONDS AND YOU BEING NUMBER FIFTY-EIGHT KICKING ME OUT THE DOOR, AND THAT THE WHOLE MESS IS… COMPLICATED. IN A WAY I KNOW YOU'D UNDERSTAND IF I WALKED YOU THROUGH IT, BUT WHICH I'M NOT SURE YOU WANT TO HEAR THE EXPLANATION FOR, EITHER."

He huffs softly through his closed eyelids, passes a hand over it. "NO, LET ME TRY THIS AGAIN. I'M TRYING. THIS IS THE WORST. FEELINGS ARE HAPPENING. I'M SHOWING MY BELLY AND I'M NOT USED TO IT AND I DON'T LIKE IT, BUT I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP WHAT'S STARTING NOW THAT IT'S STARTED. I'M BACK IN THE NARRATIVE NOW. SO… I'M SORRY. AS SINCERE AS YOU ARE WILLING TO IMAGINE I CAN BE SAYING THAT."

Pause.

"I NEED SOMEONE BETTER AT FEELINGS THAN STANFORD OR … THAT USELESS KNOW-NOTHING PLATITUDE-BLATHERING COURT-MANDATED """"THERAPIST""". TO TALK TO. THAT'S ALL I WANT. THIS ISNT A GAME. I'M DONE WITH GAMES."

Bill peers over and up at Mabel, gauging her reaction.