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‘ something strange happened here. ’ @nghtnvrsc

mj blinked at the scene before her for a few moments before snapping a picture then letting the camera hang around her neck. “something strange has been happening a lot these days wouldn’t you say?” mary jane took a step back too look at claire. “any ideas, or should i just go investigate?”

‘ hold up there, what do you mean just go investigate? ’ claire stood up from the scorched ground to raise a finger at the young woman. ‘ you better not be thinking of doing something reckless. i’ve got enough friends who get shot at or cut regularly when they do their investigating. ’

           ❝     that  happens  sometimes.     ❞      deadpan  delivery  is  only  reinforced  by  features  that  do  not  twitch,  despite  how  much   they  ACHE  to.     ❝     it’s  a  fantastic  party  trick.     ❞ 

Blinking several times, Zinda shook her head. As if that was going to clear away her thoughts, or her embarrassment. She was scared alright: her hands trembled, her whole body felt numb, her mind was a reel of flashing images. Daydreams, except scary. There were real words for this, she knew. Shell Shock, Battle Fatigue, Post Traumatic Stress. But she always found herself thinking of them as daydreams. She just needed a drink, was all. 

“...No, I didn’t see anythin’.” she muttered, honest and shamed both. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” 

“Just say you should get a gun if your going to be playing Nancy drew”Clint looked at the young woman fierceness was in her eyes which didn't lead to anything but bad things at her age”Pepper spray is real easy to make”

☁: Our muses go sledding. 

“No. I’m not doing that. Hell no.” Jessica is wildly protesting as Mary Jane is dragging her along to central park, she’s clearly got no say once the determined redhead takes the lead. She’s going on and on about how she’s the grinch and she’d be damned if she ruined Christmas and Jessica is actually asking strangers to help her, they’re giving her the strangest looks and soon enough they’re in front of a massive snow hill and Jessica is just about ready to lift the redhead over her head and walk away.

“How many times do I have tell you no?” Her protests are fruitless because soon enough she’s holding on to Mary Jane and they’re sliding down this hill with Jessica actually screaming at the top of her lungs, she didn’t realize just how much fun this could be, innocent and sober fun is not something she’s used to.

“Let’s go again?” She asks her half excitedly, half trying to hide it as she making her way back up the hill.

ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together.

“Two cups of this shit.” Jessica voices as she’s scooping up the sugar into the measuring cup, she’s incredibly sloppy about it and before handing it to Mary Jane she takes a gulp of her booze. Jessica is seated on MJ’s small counter and it’s almost impossible for the redhead to cook with her there but she never asks her to move. They’re talking about something random and Jessica is waiting for Trish to get off of work before she comes by here to get her drunk Best Friend.

“I’ve never baked anything in my life, hell I don’t do much that isn’t strictly microwave.” She isn’t ashamed of it, what she is ashamed is that most of her actual home cooked meals come from Trish and they both lack in the cooking department so if they don’t order in it’s usually salad and macaroni and cheese. “It’s not really a useful skill when you live in this shitty city.”

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“Okay even I can admit those were fucking good.” Jessica can’t help the words that escape her as she’s finished the last of the cookies MJ set aside for her, the redhead had several perfectly wrapped piles around them something about handing them to people at work and her neighbors, Jessica clearly didn’t understand what being nice was.

Regardless of her misgivings, she exited the convenient store she’d been shopping in, her soul-wrenching curiosity drawing her to the bedlam. It wasn’t all that unusual, especially as of recent, for commotion to occur in the busy streets of New York, but this noise had an underlying rage that made it all the more volatile, all the more intriguing. Malina intended to find out what it was, why it was, and how she could possibly get involved.

A small, though dense, crowd had gathered around several towering robots, similar to the ones that had been previously roaming the streets. These, however, were threatening - and it wasn’t just because they seemed threatening. Screeching protesters spat scorn at the large figures, something that made her pulse try to reverberate its way out of her skin. If she was subject to anything, it was mob mentality.