[ch. 2] monday, w/ magnus

[asswipe]

[Now that imminent death has passed and they've avoided keeling over in their sleep, Veronica will pull Magnus aside at some point during the morning or early afternoon. Everything from the investigation to the end of last night was kind of crazy, so...]

I don't know if you're busy, or— whatever. But if you have a minute, we should sit down and talk.

Comments

[wearys]

Sorry? It's fine, I'm sure your life sucks too.

[asswipe]

I'm not dead, though. Or homeless. Or the son of a god?

[wearys]

Yeah, but it's all about perspective, right?

[asswipe]

Do we really need perspective to know that dying is a shitty luck trump card?

[wearys]

[ opens mouth.

closes mouth. ] Okay, fair. I made a lot of friends by dying, though?

[asswipe]

... Friendship is important, I guess.

[wearys]

Yeah, see, it's fine. Not great, but could be way worse. Like this place, this place is way worse.

[asswipe]

[she huffs out a laugh, humorless.]

No kidding. This has to be a circle of hell.

[wearys]

I hope not literally, because that'd lessen our chances of getting out of here. But figuratively, yeah, this is some kind of lower level torment circle of hell.

[asswipe]

I definitely thinking figuratively. I don't want to be stuck forever as a character in someone's horror novel.

[wearys]

It already feels like we're in someone's shitty mashup of fantasy, sci-fi, and horror.

[asswipe]

Would that someone accept a formal complaint? Because I want out of this mess.

[wearys]

Maybe we can request a complaint box, with complaint forms that have star ratings. I'd give this place... hm, three stars for amenities, negative five for enjoyment.

[asswipe]

You're too kind. I'd give them zero for amenities and use the comment section to cuss them out.