[Vira, you okay... Sheila nearly frowns when the emotions get buried, but she disguises it with a brief laugh.]
Almost. [That is a mood. This place is truly the worst but, eh. Gotta make the best of it.] Take out the other ninety nine percent of what happens here, and you could totally market it as a resort.
Almost. [That is a mood. This place is truly the worst but, eh. Gotta make the best of it.] Take out the other ninety nine percent of what happens here, and you could totally market it as a resort.
It's not not worthwhile. I'd call it the online shopping experience. The quality is never what you want, and it's almost entirely useless, but you got exactly what you paid for.
[A beat.]
Or, in our case, exactly the level of too good to be true we agreed to...?
[A beat.]
Or, in our case, exactly the level of too good to be true we agreed to...?
[Bless you, Vira.
With a sigh, Sheila pulls out her phone. She messes around with it for a moment, before she shows her a familiar message. Except this time, her thumb isn't on the screen.]
F-Y-I, I think someone told the dead about me. [VERY UNHAPPY. SWEATY.] Besides you and, by the way, Harrow— Douman and Luca are the only ones who knew. And while I don't think Luca will say shit, as we now know, Medb has a magic mirror that lets her become the ghost whisperer. So, heads up. This might be about to become a whole thing.
[Because this week isn't chaotic enough.]
With a sigh, Sheila pulls out her phone. She messes around with it for a moment, before she shows her a familiar message. Except this time, her thumb isn't on the screen.]
F-Y-I, I think someone told the dead about me. [VERY UNHAPPY. SWEATY.] Besides you and, by the way, Harrow— Douman and Luca are the only ones who knew. And while I don't think Luca will say shit, as we now know, Medb has a magic mirror that lets her become the ghost whisperer. So, heads up. This might be about to become a whole thing.
[Because this week isn't chaotic enough.]
I don't think Aoi would call me a bitch and comically run out of letters trying to do it, so my bet's on Kaz.
[She is assuming that's what the "b" means, anyway. Like, hello?]
God, I hope you're right. This sucks! [She's so mad.] Did you know they eat people, too? And they don't even have a medical reason for it. You're throwing stones in a glass house, asshole!
[She is. Absolutely looking down and flipping the middle finger at the floor for that last part. Douman is absolutely in hell.]
[She is assuming that's what the "b" means, anyway. Like, hello?]
God, I hope you're right. This sucks! [She's so mad.] Did you know they eat people, too? And they don't even have a medical reason for it. You're throwing stones in a glass house, asshole!
[She is. Absolutely looking down and flipping the middle finger at the floor for that last part. Douman is absolutely in hell.]
[Sheila's bad taste in sketchy friends is coming back to bite her in the ass, lbr. She is cancelling her friendship with Douman as she speaks.
But she offers Vira a thin lipped smile, grateful.]
... Thanks, Vira. You're such a good friend. [Genuinely. Her life would be so much easier with more people like Vira around?] I just thought you should know ahead of time before, you know, there are any other surprises.
But she offers Vira a thin lipped smile, grateful.]
... Thanks, Vira. You're such a good friend. [Genuinely. Her life would be so much easier with more people like Vira around?] I just thought you should know ahead of time before, you know, there are any other surprises.
You can say that again. I, for one, did not expect to be here for so long to start with.
[... She won't say she didn't expect death, though. Death is a prerequisite of her existence for reasons Vira is already aware of, whew.]
I think anyone can find meaning wherever they go. It doesn't always have to be good meaning.
[... She won't say she didn't expect death, though. Death is a prerequisite of her existence for reasons Vira is already aware of, whew.]
I think anyone can find meaning wherever they go. It doesn't always have to be good meaning.
[Sheila likes her clothes too much to burn them, unfortunately.]
What? Yeah, of course I am. [She gives her a funny look, waving her off.] It could happen to anyone. Don't even worry about it. Though, sorry about the gag? I had to improvise.
[The titty stress ball...]
What? Yeah, of course I am. [She gives her a funny look, waving her off.] It could happen to anyone. Don't even worry about it. Though, sorry about the gag? I had to improvise.
[The titty stress ball...]
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