[catchall for molly mucking around ]

[messybench]

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weekend prezero

[messybench]

Okay, I gotta ask... are you an alien, or are you just into costume play? No judgement, I just wanna know.

[ whats up mollymauk ]

[headmt]

I do like a good costume.

[He doesn't know what an alien is.]

Do you always start asking strangers rude questions? No judgment, I just want to know.

[messybench]

Cool.

[ weirdo. ]

And yeah, actually. I'm not a big "smalltalk" person. But nice clapback.

[headmt]

Mm, well, if you want advice, I'd start with maybe the weather, or the local happenings. For example, cheese in the common room? Interesting topic.

[Weirdo.]

W0 - SUNDAY

[headmt]

[honestly i have no idea what molly is doing right now

sitting very numbly in the common room, maybe.]

[messybench]

[ eleanor is walking over with booze. she is pouring him some booze. ]

Look, I'm the last person you want to talk about feelings with..... but I am good at drinking my feelings away. Wanna try it?

[headmt]

As it so happens, I don't have any feelings left to talk about.

[That's not ominous. But sure. He can't really move off the couch? but sure.]

At least hand me something.

[messybench]

[ handing him a glass of whiskey and plopping down nearby ]

Yeah, that's my kinda coping, bud.

We could try to get back at... whatever her name is. The lady that I'm guessing is prooooobably a demon?

W1 - FRIDAY

[headmt]

[Hey Eleanor. I'm going to take a wild swing for the fences here and assume she's at the bar in the common room maybe?]

Going to deal with this the same way as usual?

[messybench]

Well, I was thinking of mixing it up a bit and getting opium instead.

[ she has various tea time snacks...... all chocolate?? ]

Why, you wanna smash more stuff?

[headmt]

I wouldn't. Stuff just made me tired. Not my favorite sort of trip, if we're comparing.

[so, he tried it,]

. . . Think Gluttony would get pissy?

W1, SUNDAY

[messybench]

[ wherever molly is, eleanor will come looking for him! ]

You okay after all that death metal screaming?

[ or just.. another language. ]

[headmt]

[He's just in the kitchen. Staring a bit blankly at the vending machine, like it might just. make something on it's own. Long fucking day!]

Still don't know how to answer the "okay" question. [sniff.] "Death metal" . . . ?

[messybench]

Yeah, fair point. I guess the question is, does it help knowing Murderboner 5000 got taken out?

[ she'll order some shrimp meals for them both then!!!! like a good friend. ]

You know, the uh, guttural screaming in what I'm gonna assume is your first language?

W3, THURSDAY

[messybench]

[ after he's all healed up eleanor will be dropping by. ]

Hey, bud. Blood back in your back where it's supposed to be?

[headmt]

[well he's sort of healed up. he doesn't like sitting in one tiny little pod for like. hours? it's so fucking boring. so his face is still a mess and the hole in his chest is gnarly still, but. he's upright! this could be out of pure stubbornness.]

Some of it. You'd think after the first impalement I'd learn to not be such a baby about them.

[he still sounds pretty wheezy too. like. one of his lungs still is pretty fucked up. BECAUSE HE GOT OUT OF THE POD.]

[messybench]

First impalement? Yeesh, is getting brutalized just a regular occurrence for you or something?

[ eleanor is just kind of hovering with worried energy, not sure what to do about ronald mcmaimedonald over here ]

W3 - SATURDAY

[headmt]

[hi eleanor. molly will just come find her at some point after trial, sitting himself down with frumpkin purring away in his lap at all the petting and attention.]

So. At least we caught someone! At least we caught someone.

[messybench]

[ she's gonnna pet the cat too ]

Yeah, and without an evil villain monologue murder confession. Didn't think I'd see the day.

W3, SUNDAY

[messybench]

[ eleanor's lounging in the common room with a stolen can of whipped cream, spraying it straight in her mouth ]

Is it just me or is every week a little more bullshit?

[headmt]

[she knows there's alcohol in here right? well. still valid. molly is going for the harder stuff though, just clinking around behind the bar.]

Well. Let's see. Monday was nice. Spent some time with a friend. Got have a threesome on Tuesday, that was pretty much the high point. Wednesday I almost drowned. So-so. Thursday, club through my chest. Not a great one. Friday, two people dead. Saturday, we solve the crime, but it's still sort of a shitty solution. So that puts us at today. I'd tally that up to be quite a lot of bullshit for one week, yes.

[messybench]

[ she's too lazy to get alcohol she's just sitting down ]

Threesome? Good for you, you kinky purple dude.

[ she's a little jealous he's getting more action than her..... ]

Get the feeling it's only gonna get worse, though. So bone down and friendship when you can, I guess.

W7 - THURSDAY

[headmt]

[part way through the drama of the dead reuniting, molly had slipped out of the festivities and posted up at the bar, but he isn't really drinking. just sitting on one of the stools and smoking - eyeballing the wall of liquor.]

[messybench]

[ eleanor plops down next to him ]

You look like you could use a drinking buddy, bud. Lucky for you, the best one just rose from her furby grave.

[headmt]

[He looks a little surprised because he was. totally zoned out! but he looks pleased by this.]

I am glad to see you back! There really is nothing to make you feel alive like crawling out of a grave. [even if none of you have heartbeats.] You'll have to cut me off after a couple, though.