tessa is probably one of the coolest people i’ve met. she’s really funny and chill and even if we don’t talk nearly as much anymore im glad to know her <3 (unless we’re talking about 8thgrader!tessa on my bus who talks really loud and screams alll the time. this angry g12 is v v displeased w her generally)
susan/sue: my mom’s friend sue who trains dogs at an international level and always gets stopped in airports because there’s some like, murderer or some shit with the same name
mark is damn good company tbh. he sits with me during my spare sometimes and he’s really easy to talk to. also can appreciate a good pun which is really all that counts.
“Knock knock!” Theta calls, walking into Donna’s new flat without actually knocking.
“Theta, that is not how we human knock, and you know that.” Donna rolls her eyes, and sets another dish in the cupboard.
“Human knocking is a dumb concept. Maybe the dumbest.” Theta shrugs, setting the box in their arms on the counter and leaning against the empty space next to it. “Dumb pigsoleximas things and their dumb pigsoleximas meanings.” They mutter under their breath.
“Oi, you are literally talking to a dumb pigsoleximas right now, Space Boy!”
Donna looks up expectantly from fishing the last dinner plate out from the bottom of the box.
“Do you remember the first time I came over to your last place?” Theta opens the box, and begins shifting around heavy-sounding but ambiguous objects.
“Really early into your stay?” Donna confirms, flattening her now empty box and moving onto the one with the mugs.
“Yeah. When I was crazy homesick and still adjusting to mostly-verbal communication. Do you remember what we ate?”
“Chocolate chip pancakes.” Donna smiles, pulling the world news page of last Wednesday’s Times off a dinosaur-themed museum mug.
Theta grins, and holds up a plug-in electric griddle.
“No,” Donna gapes. “You--you’re not?”
“I thought we could break in your new place?” They offer mildly. “I brought everything we’ll need to make them, since you’re still unpacking and I wasn’t sure what’s still packed or lost to the Void or--”
“Yes, yes of course!” Donna grins, moving the box of wrapped-up mugs back to the floor.
It turns out that part of the heating element is busted on the griddle, so the first few pancakes are 50% burnt and 50% raw. Thankfully, the trash bin is one of the first things Donna unpacked, purely for the pleasure of slam dunking things into it as things got unpacked.
The next few are pretty and more or less golden on both sides, but a little raw in the middle. That certainly doesn’t stop Theta from eating as many as they possibly can.
A WRITING PROMPT. write me something about dolls, preferably Anabelle related OR write me something about the radio hour, preferably Constance related. (more prompts to come xxoo)
oh my god can u believe i had completely forgotten about the dolls of new albion?????
Annabelle MacAlistair has had an... interesting night.
First: the power in her entire block of the city cut out around 20:30, so she’s been working off sixteen candles and a prototype steam generator that also pops popcorn if you’re careful.
Not a half hour later: she burned the popcorn she was making in the generator for supper, which sucked massively, since that was her last popcorn ration for the month.
Nine of the wires that were supposed to go live tonight have turned out to be duds, so Annabelle had to waste two hours replacing them with ones she was sure would work.
It’s now about 2:30. The power still hasn’t been switched back on. So far, six of her candles have drowned themselves out, and she hasn’t bothered to relight them.
“Just a bit longer, Jas,” you grin, patting the mannequin’s cheek affectionately.
Let’s see them call you a failure now! Sure, they kicked you out because you have some... unconventional views on the use of cadavers in scientific endeavors and some behaviours that are probably unhealthy, but you know what? This is going to be your biggest success, possibly ever. Reanimation through basic soul-transfer? How did nobody think of this before? It’s so simple, yet so elegant!
Now it’s just a waiting game until the power comes back on so you can fire the contraption up.
apollo: i cant pick one but i adore see you tomorrow from httyd (well actually the whole of the httyd score but that one in particular), gustav holst’s planets (and his christmas day which my sister sang) and john barnes chance’s variations on a korean folk song
athena: from every airplane ever: put on your own oxygen mask before helping others with theirs
