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[bestie]

- a camera? That wasn't there before!

[The lower half of someone's face filters into focus, right up against the lens. Hope you don't mind an extreme close-up of someone's chin, because that's what you're getting while Jane tries to sort this out.]

Roxy, are you even listening to me?

[Meanwhile, this other person's squealing up a storm in the background.] Janeeeeeeey! Can you fucking believe this shit? It's, like, one second, I'm scramming from the scene -- ravenous creeps all over the damn place, Jane, you wouldn't even believe -- and now!

[There's a pause.] Heh... I hope you're not mad at me still! It's not like I meant to fall on you.

[And then another excited squeal.] Janeyyyy! Come here, ya damn tightass. [Roxy suddenly pulls the other girl in for yet another forceful hug, just before noticing the object in her hands.] What the fuck are you doing with that shit, eh? Didn't I tell you to toss it?

I'm trying to figure out when- [She lets out a little yelp and drops the Tiaratop. It clatters down to the dirt, still recording the girls' feet.] -when it got a camera feature! Something's really fishy about this.

[A pause as Jane leans down to pick up the device. She looks right into the camera.]

Wait, is this thing recording?

I told you not to trust the Batterwitch's shit, Jane. When are you ever gonna learn?

[That last question catches her attention, though.] Oh, really? [She shoves her face right against Jane's cheek to fit into the camera's view.

And now she's making kissy faces at the camera and winking suggestively. Yep.]

((OOC: Jane and Roxy! Apologies for the bright colors ;_;))

Comments

[rehashes]

[ puts his hands up. ]

No legs being pulled here. It's Canada, and you're stuck here courtesy one fucked up possibly sentient evil mastermind machine thing that nobody really gives a shit about unless you're a scientist or a really bored asshole or both.

Hope you gals like monsters because that's basically all there is here. Wacky cultural shenanigans by day, hellbeasts by night.

[bestie]

Not hard enough, Jane. Don't be a fucking wimp.

[She's nodding at this kid fervently, though. LOL, she can actually believe everything you're saying, Dave, even if it's not quite what you actually meant.] Yep. You hear what he just said, Jane? Totes the Batterwitch's doing.

I think I like him. [She's nudging Jane a bit and winking at the camera, jfdlsajfaf]

[mustaches]

[Jane gapes and drops her voice to a stage whisper.]

Oh my God, Roxy! He's, like, twelve!

[rehashes]

[ ]

Okay, ladies, can we zoom out on my choice ass for a second and zoom in on whether you've been talking to John or something? Because only he and anyone on the same level as fucking weird as him could honestly even consider that Batterwitch thing funny.

[bestie]

[She's just gonna ignore Jane :|]

Hey now, no one's joking here, bro. This isn't a stupid hardy-har-har situation. The Batterwitch is serious biz, and that John kid obviously knows his shit.

[mustaches]

[Ignoring Roxy for good measure.]

I haven't talked to anyone named John.

[rehashes]

[ ... these chicks. ]

You sure? He's pretty hard to miss. Black hair, dorky buck teeth, thick glasses, a massive doofus...

[bestie]

Nah, the tightass is right. We haven't met someone like that yet, but fuck, I'd like to meet him.

[She laughs at his description, though.] Sounds like you're talking about Jake to me!

[As if Dave knows who Jake is...]

[mustaches]

Hey, Jake isn't a-

[She feels her cheeks redden a little, though, and stops herself.]

So you mean, this John guy knows about the Bar- I mean, the Batterwitch?