011 x 110 // video/action // past midnight

[dignity_misery]

[Some time in the wee hours of the morning, Carla Morir has descended on the nearest glass diner with an unshakeable hunger. That's why she's fiddling with her device, really, and the impatience and tension shows all over her face, she keeps glancing over her shoulder at the kitchen, over and over. Honestly, the only thing keeping her in her seat is Mr. Blonde sitting across from her.]

How about Rex. [She gives him a completely uncomprehending look, so he clarifies,] For the mutt.

Really? [Scornful.] You could try a-- [Over her shoulder again. Where is the food.] little harder.

That's not making them cook any faster. You got a better suggestion?

[She sits back with a slouch, her feet kicking up to rest on the empty part of the booth across from her.]

No, just keep it out of the bed.

[He motions defensively at her with a cup of coffee in his hands,] It was making a racket.

[That line of conversation is completely derailed as the waitress finally appears, laden down with five or six different plates. She hasn't even finished setting them down before Carla is already at them. She's a bottomless pit.]

You can't eat all that.

[She motions back at him with a fork, the tip of it trembling in the air.]

Watch me. [She looks over into the camera, no she has not forgotten that she turned it on.] Pet names. We can do better than 'Rex,' right?

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[firstaid]

[Holy cow, that's a lot of food... but she's not going to make a comment on that... yet.]

What kind of pet do you have?

[Because she likes naming things and would like to help!]

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[dignity_misery]

[Her eyebrows go up lazily.]

Look who it is. [Get that slug out of your head, bunny?] A dog we picked up in the desert.

[Carla does a suspicious amount of going back and forth between it being Blonde's mutt and their pet.]

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[firstaid]

[Yep, she is now slug free! Thank goodness!]

Oh, you picked up a dog? What does it look like?

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[dignity_misery]

Scraggly, red saddle, gold eyes. It has... fins.

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[firstaid]

He kind of looks like a spirit from my world, Efreet!

[Yes, that's the first comment she makes!]

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[dignity_misery]

[Magic and spirits, oh my. Carla would maybe be more exasperated about it if she weren't busy eating.]

Spirit?

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[firstaid]

Yes. In my world, spirits were born from apatheia, a gem that a divine being known as an Entelexeia left behind when they died. Using the proper formula, we were able to convert the aer into mana and create spirits. Efreet was one of them, ruler of fire. He was actually born in a desert himself!

[She looks rather reminiscent remembering all this, not really checking to see if Carla was interested in what she had to say.]

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[dignity_misery]

[Wow. Carla actually pauses with the fork halfway to her mouth to give the camera an incredibly incredulous look.]

Sounds magical.

[It all sounds like nonsense to her, actually.]

So you met one of these things?

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[firstaid]

Yes, I actually met four of them: Efreet, as I had mentioned, Undine, the spirit of water, Gnome, the spirit of earth, and Sylph, the spirit of wind!

[Her world is a very magical place and thrives on it. It's odd to her when she hears of worlds that don't have magic.]

[synanthrope]

You got a dog.

[dignity_misery]

[Pardon her, she is still stuffing her face.]

Sort of. One of those desert wolves.

[She pauses in her consumption long enough to estimate its size with her hands. It's still a puppy.]

[synanthrope]

A wolf.

Why.

[dignity_misery]

He wanted it.

[Yep, this is all Blonde's fault.]

[synanthrope]

Don't get rabies.

[dignity_misery]

[She makes a face.]

It is a filthy animal.

[synanthrope]

Yes.

[dignity_misery]

[Siiigh.]

I'm sure there's a vet around here somewhere.

[blonderazorshiv]

Rex is a good name.

[ He's tempted to grab some of her food, but he's also fairly certain she might stab him with her fork if he does. ]

[dignity_misery]

Right up there with 'Fido' and 'Bear.'

[She would really stab him right now. She is so painfully hungry.]

[blonderazorshiv]

No, Fido is fucking stupid. Bear's not bad, but it doesn't suit him.

[ Yes, the dark-haired man called Mr. Blonde thinks 'Bear' doesn't suit his puppy. ]

[dignity_misery]

[She gives him a look, but doesn't say anything because her mouth is full of pancakes. Nom nomnom.]

It has those weird bat ears.

[blonderazorshiv]

[ He takes a sip of his coffee. ] So?

[dignity_misery]

So, you're not trying to 'suit' them with Rex either.

[blonderazorshiv]

Would you prefer Dracula?

[dignity_misery]

[Omelet omelet omelet.]

Dracula didn't come from the desert.