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[cametolife]

As far as curses go, this isn't so bad. Sure beats some of the ones that happened earlier this month, and at least it's raining pictures instead of, like, cats and dogs. [ because she wouldn't put it past the city to rain actual cats and dogs.

liz can be seen shuffling through some of the pictures she's collected. she recognizes the people in some, but not others. if anything, the worst damage these photos seem to be causing is a case of supreme embarrassment - or so she believes until she comes upon a certain photograph, and instantly finds herself regretting her "this isn't so bad" proclamation minutes before. she holds it up, eyes wide, forgetting that the device is still on. ] ...oh. This is-- [ she doesn't know what, even if that pink hair seems familiar, but staring at it feels wrong and she quickly places it at the bottom of the stack, face down. ]

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[rehashing]

Can the deities even read?

[ That's a vaguely planned inevitability she'll agree to in a very meta way. ] Now, we know about it. We can avoid the danger. I avoided picking most pictures up. [ As curious as she is... it seems to be the smartest option? Not that Liz is less smart in any way, shape or form. ]

[cametolife]

Maybe we should send them some, just to test that out.

[ she's honestly not sure if they can or not. all the deity interactions she's heard about were voice or video conversations, not text. ]

Your resolve's better than mine. [ her curiosity probably wouldn't have gotten the best of her, had she not spotted the picture of dr. wilson. she'd aimed to grab one and ended up with a handful of others. ]

[rehashing]

It would give me something to do on my days [ or nights ] off.

[ Elena's never heard of interactions at all except for scraps of people making deals with them. But, even that, she doesn't completely understand. ]

Maybe. [ At least, then. ] If you find any of me...? [ Keep them. Or burn them. That kind of thing she's implying. ]

[cametolife]

Oh, you got a job?

[ liz knows how that goes, though. sometimes her hours at the hotel are so crazy... but it beats waitressing again. as much as she hates to admit it, doing something different for a change is actually kind of nice, situation aside. ]

I'll make sure prying eyes never see them.

[rehashing]

Two.

[ exactly. it's a change. and it distracts her. also, she earns money and sharing an apartment makes her think she should also bring money in. ]

I'm a receptionist and a waitress.

[ She smiles. ]

Thanks, Liz.

[cametolife]

If you ever need any waitressing tips, I'm your girl. I used to waitress and set up all the shifts at my parents' café back in Roswell.

[rehashing]

My brother worked at a restaurant in town. Mystic Grille.