#chat:violet

Living with Violet Parr’s dirty little secret had been quite fun for Scamp, but also wildly confusing. Every time he thought about seeing her pop out of thin air, there were more questions that came flooding in: did the rest of her family know? Did anyone know? How long had she been able to do that? (And, the more mundane: diid she need to have specific clothes to do that?) While he wanted to ask them all to Violet, he could tell that she had been avoiding him at all costs while they’d been at this house party. Scamp would never be so stupid to bring up what she’d been hiding for who knew how long in front of hoards of drunk people. Instead, Violet seemed to have something else more pressing to address as she came over with a look of concern.

With a roll of his eyes, Scamp shook his head at her quick defense. Just because she’d accidentally spilled something deeply secretive about her own life didn’t mean that he owed her the same. “I got into a fight at work, okay? It’s nothing,” he mumbled in excuse, the same lie he’d been giving everyone who he’d run into. Not that just anyone got into fights this bad at work, but Scamp certainly had before. “Have you pulled your little party trick yet? Snuck into any of the bedrooms to take anything?” he asked, quickly turning the subject back to Violet with a sarcastic smile.

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Before she was to be allowed back to her own apartment, one agreement the Parr parents had come to was that their daughter had some explaining to do. In all fairness, so did Bob, even to his children, but holding himself accountable for that would be a later discussion. For now, while he had her alone, with Helen and Dash still back at the hospital, he wanted to get ahead of the inevitable full-family discussion the Parrs were going to have in exchange for one with just his daughter.

After giving her some time to settle into her childhood bedroom, Bob knocked quietly on Violet's door, peering in before making an entrance. "Hey," he greeted, "you got a minute?" Before hearing her answer, he found himself a spot at the edge of her bed, figuring the worst she could do was kick him out. "I just thought, y'know, we should chat, I guess, after ... all of that. If you're up for it, of course. I can come back later, too."

Bob was personally walking on eggshells to keep his middle child from blowing up the entire household, knowing how vulnerable Dash currently was given his relationship status. It wasn’t ideal to have to be so cautious in his own home, with a temporary resident setting the mood, but one good thing about his son’s return home was that it also brought his daughter to visit, too. Bob would take any excuse to see his kids who had moved out already, even if it was a result of Dash’s mistake that his two eldest children were home for longer than just their usual dinner visit. It was after they’d eaten that Dash retreated to his room to sulk, and Jack to work on homework, leaving Bob with his daughter. “You don’t have to only stay the night in an emergency, you know,” he teased, giving Violet a poke on the arm as he passed her on the way to the kitchen sink. “Your brothers are probably missing in action the rest of the night—what do you say, me and you? I’m sure your mother could use some alone time. I don’t think I’ve seen her cook this much food since Christmas,” he joked, raising his brow as he waited for her answer.

The way that Violet repeated her own words was enough of an indication that she knew something was up. Not that Wendy was trying to pull anything on her friend, anyway, but she had at least hoped to get away with the grumble she’d made without too much protest. Violet hadn’t seen the mess that had come with spewing even just a fraction of what she thought about Tink out into the open. She had never let herself be so honest before, or so unruly in public. Time to explain would come later, though: for now, she needed something stronger in her system to at least keep her from breaking out into tears for a second time at the party. Luckily, Violet seemed to take the hint that the story would come after the drink was placed in her hand, with which her friend was quick to obligee.

Taking a sip of whatever Violet had handed her, she shook her head in a bit of disgust as she swallowed. “I kind of gave Tink a piece of my mind,” she said after the brief explanation, offering her friend a shrug along with it. “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know if it was the alcohol, or Slightly telling me they got into a fight, but it just all ... came out at once.” That was a stretch, given that Wendy certainly had more thoughts about the blonde than she’d admitted tonight, but it was certainly more than she ever had done before. With the way Tink kept going at her relentlessly, all Wendy could do was attempt to defend herself while under the influence, since she couldn’t seem to find the courage to do so while sober. “That’s the short of it. Tell me your night has been better than that?”

Wendy hated to see her friends in distress, but Violet, especially. She was always rock solid, someone who didn't let things sway her very much at all, and Wendy had always admired that about her. She could tell that there was something wrong, though, and she wondered if it had something to do with the blonde who Wendy had her own issues with. "You didn't talk to Tink, did you? Isn't Dash here?" She hadn't received the full story of what had happened between the two, she was sure, as there were always two sides to every story. Tink certainly hadn't given hers, nor did Wendy expect to ever hear it. "We don't have to stay here, you know. I can come back later to help clean up. We can go ... get something to eat, a drink somewhere else ... whatever you'd like. You're my date, remember?" she reminded her, giving Violet a playful nudge. "I'm here to please." @inviisibleprr

Coming out of his boss’ makeshift office for the evening, Scamp was hanging his head low. It had been one of the worst nights of his life, and he couldn’t stand the thought of having to tell Angel and Dodger about how terribly it had gone. At this point, he was ready to call it quits and text his roommate to come as soon as humanly possible, but something had told him that it wasn’t time to go home just yet. Scamp wanted to spend as much time with his date as he could, since he hadn’t seen Angel since Molt had gotten on one knee and asked Atta to marry him. Scamp looked up from his phone for a moment before a familiar figure quite literally popped up in the middle of the hallway. It was as though a ghost had appeared, and he took a step back upon seeing the brunette. “Violet fucking Parr?” he blurted, his eyes squinted to be sure it was her. Scamp’s eyes flickered from the floor to the girl he’d known for years, confused. “Where the ... how the hell did you do that? You just--did you just ...” Scamp trailed off, his eyes growing wider as he realized what she’d done. “Holy shit. You’re magical.”

Paige had a long day working for Hades, and even though she had to take a breather every now and then, she managed to push through and get the job done. So when she finished up her job for the day, she sent Hades a quick text on her burner phone—just for Hades—and told him ‘finished for the day, if you need anything else bother parker please and thank you xx’ which she figured Parker surely wouldn’t mind. She had a rough day after all, and the two of them both knew she had her limits. Now all Paige wanted to do was unwind to the best of her ability, and what better way to do that then have some quality time with her best friend? So instead of heading home right away, she swung by the local market and picked up a bottle of red wine—Violet’s favorite—before heading over to Violet’s. When she got there, she took a deep breath and put on a smile on her face before knocking, wine in hand.