028 x 820 // video // (becoming a) family day

[dignity_misery]

[Good morning, fair city. On this fine day the device has been given prime seating upon a nearby vanity table while the final dress-fitting of a long-planned wedding is underway. Carla seems a bit exasperated with the Vietnamese woman's chatter as she checks all the seams, doing last minute stitches and generally complaining that she only wishes she could be half so skinny. Carla is not a traditional bride, by far, and when she looks at the camera it's to wonder dryly,]

Do you think this skirt is large enough? Or should I add another several pounds worth of tulle underneath.

[The woman buttoning up her dress starts to answer and Carla turns to hold up her hand for silence.]

Don't answer that. [Her attention returns to the camera.] I assume Karl sent out invitations weeks ago. If he didn't, you're summarily invited. Bring gifts. That's the only reason anyone gets married anyway.

[Such a romantic at heart, this lady. Once she's been buttoned in, she steps back to get the full dress in shot. She gives it a critical eye, toying her hair up briefly before letting it fall back down around her shoulders.]

It'll do.

[If you're watching closely, you may catch only the barest hint of a smile.]



[[ooc; later will be a joint post by Karl for the wedding/party. You know you want to come o3o]]

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[dignity_misery]

I need a reason? I'll make a fucking appointment next time.

[intheblanks]

It's not my schedule I'm thinking of. Want to skip the ceremony while I buy you lunch?

[dignity_misery]

Yes.

[She sneers at him before turning her head to ask the little Vietnamese woman to unzip her and have the dress taken over to the manor.]

[intheblanks]

[Yes, it's obviously facetious. Still.]

Then lets do that.

[dignity_misery]

Didn't you just tell me you were busy?

[When she is free of the giant cupcake she pulls the rest of her clothes back on irritably.]

[intheblanks]

I didn't expect choosing between a sandwich and a marriage to give you such pause.

[dignity_misery]

Stop talking.

[She zips up her shoes, glowering.]

[intheblanks]

If i told you this was a curse, would it make a difference?

[dignity_misery]

[Snatching up the phone, she starts stalking off.]

A difference to what.

[intheblanks]

Whether you go for traditional cake toppers or something more unique. What do you think?

You're cursed. This time yesterday your plans for today probably included taking the dog out and hustling a couple of babies for their candy.

[dignity_misery]

Fine. I'm cursed.

[She pauses for a moment, jogging across an intersection quickly.]

Half the city is cursed, they'll be cursed tomorrow too.

[intheblanks]

And?

[dignity_misery]

[Cursed and seriously on the crow's path to your hospital you ridiculous blonde.]

And you don't waste your time harping over all of them.

[intheblanks]

[Just a shrug. He honestly hasn't noticed where she's headed just yet - from the angle of his monitor it's clearly propped against the side of the computer in his office.]

None of them asked me to comment on their dress.

[dignity_misery]

I always ask.

[He'll know all about it when she stomps into his office, no worries.]

[intheblanks]

[And she's always cursed.]

You do, don't you.

[As if it's a new and interesting revelation - for all of five seconds before he turns back to working on something else.]

[dignity_misery]

[She needs to stop growling at her phone long enough to make it through the hospital lobby. She's been here before and remembers the way, although she does not have the manners to knock before stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.]

So the problem is, what, exactly.

[intheblanks]

[He's actually startled to see her, although the space of seconds lets him cover up the widened eyes with an expression more confused by her question than her appearance. He does, however instinctively, note the tension she's carried in with her, and responds by getting to his feet.]

As long as I'm not the one cursed into marrying a deranged vampire this afternoon, I don't think I'm the person to ask.

[dignity_misery]

[Well that certainly saves her the trouble of yanking him up. The tension is there because she came here with full intent to punch him in the face and that really does seem to be her immediate priority in circling around the side of his desk.]

[intheblanks]

[He raises his hands, more questioning than defensive.]

I'm sure he'll think the dress is great.

[dignity_misery]

[No, really, she knocks his hands aside and swings.]

[intheblanks]

[She doesn't build up to these things lightly, then. For once he's not quick enough to avoid the crack to his jaw, one hand immediately up to guard the damage.]

Ah- fuck - what was that for?

[dignity_misery]

At least he isn't a jealous ass.

[She doesn't swing again but she does shove.]

Nothing will be different tomorrow, and you know it. It's not about Karl or the fucking dress.

[intheblanks]

[He's familiar enough with her style to be ready for that, and comes out of the exchange with the fingers of his free hand twisted with hers.]

Then what is it about, Carla? Because if nothing changes then I don't think I'm seeing the point. If it's nothing, what am I supposed to be jealous of?

[dignity_misery]

I don't know.

[That is, perhaps, why she is so frustrated by the entire conversation they have had this morning, because she doesn't understand.]

You didn't sound any different bitching about Blonde or what doctor I see, like it has any bearing on you. It doesn't. I don't know what you want from me. And if you don't, then I'm done being your pet project and you can fuck yourself.

[She's tensing up for another swing, but he's already got one of her hands, there's not much room for success.]