Mae & Love discuss an upcoming party & a match is struck. Hopefully Dylan gets home before there's a wealth of flame.
IC Date: 2019-10-07
OOC Date: 2019-07-10
Location: SMS %R%RThe evening air is pleasantly warm on this autumn night. A thunderstorm flashes and booms angrily, chased by fast winds.
Related Scenes: 2019-10-06 - Platinum Recovery 2019-10-07 - Enchiladas and Other Messes 2019-10-09 - Popcorn Balls & Party Prep
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1989
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : How is party planning going, what can I do to help? I'm banging around Dylan's house like a mad woman. Love. I am cleaning over here. CLEANING.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : popcorn balls are a go, just gotta make a list. haven't asked Vik yet – working on it. Dyl down? wait....
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : you're cleaning Dylan's house
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Yes. I'm cleaning Dylan's house. I got.. cleaning supplies? I mopped a floor. It's very wet still. Not sure if I did it right.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I am dusting right now. I mean, we're not even having movie night here, I should be cleaning at home. I hate cleaning. Why am I cleaning?
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : you bought cleaning supplies
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : you are using the cleaning supplies
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : wait, is this hardwood? abort abort shit get a fan
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : are you pregnant?
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : It's like.. tile or some shit.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Am I WHAT?! Are you insane?
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : one time i thought i was pregnant and i cleaned everything
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : There is a black mark on the floor and I can't figure out how to get it up.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : it's probably sharpie. try rubbing alcohol.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I don't know what I do when I think I'm pregnant because I've never been. My parts don't work.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Rubbing alcohol, got it. Where do people put that?
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : i mean Dylan keeps his "art supplies" under his bed. but most people put it in the bathroom under the sink with the pot or in the meds cabinet
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I looked under the bed. It was pretty amazing. I'll check the bathroom.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : i'm sort of scared to look under the bed now
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : or... i want to go take everything out, photograph it, and paint a 6 foot still life of it all to hang over his bed when he's out one day
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : i take my pranks too far.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Well, he said he was going to clean under there, but it must have been ..a fib? Love, there really is a tentacle under here.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Kinda curious how it feels.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : not bad, but it definitely helps if you're drunk
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Stone cold sober right now. I can't find rubbing alcohol. I'm gonna give up on this mark.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I really want to make enchiladas. Give me advice on how not to set a fire doing it?
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : i dated a prop master in Vancouver once. they do a lot of sci fi in Vancouver.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : ummm well first look up a Rick Bayless recipe and don't turn the flames up too high on the stove. though he's probably got an electric range. college kids never have gas stoves.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : youtube! videos with handy advice and realtime. you can rewind as many times as you need
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : If I burn down his house, will you save me from his wrath?
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : if he's your bf, he has to forgive you. i'm sure they have insurance.
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : That's not good.
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : ... uh what's not good?
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : I hear movement. What if he's.. gah. Text you soon!
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : ...
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : omg
(TXT to Zoiya) Love : after what happened the other day, you better now be wrasslin goblins
(TXT to Love) Zoiya : Busted. If I text you SOS, come save me from the pink riding crop!
(TXT to Love) Dylan: Mae said you were super interested in the tentacle. You'll have to ask. But anyway, I've grounded her for trying to make enchiladas on her own. Once we are done (and I'm not around, probably, cause she seems embarassed about tentacle talk in front of me), she'll get back to you.
(TXT to Dylan) Love: i don't know what you mean.
(TXT to Dylan) Love: you must be mistaken.
(TXT to Love) Dylan: [tentacle emoji][one of those 😐 emoji faces][tentacle emoji]
(TXT to Dylan) Love: mm-mm rings no bells.
(TXT to Love) Dylan: Uh huh. This is my 'I don't believe you face'.
(TXT to Dylan) Love: nobody keeps art supplies under their bed.
(TXT to Love) Dylan: However, I might be more than willing to forget all about it for a floaty thing of moscow mule.
(TXT to Love) Dylan: It wasn't a supply, it was.. wait. No. You don't know what I'm talking about, so I'm not telling you!
(TXT to Dylan) Love: oh, i already know.
(TXT to Love) Dylan: ...
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