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LIAR HELL OR BUST

Who: More Idols
Where: Liar Hell
When: Tuesday Morning

[ What's everyone up to this morning? Still stuck in Hell? Busy doing crimes? Maybe, like some people, you hopped on a train from Vengeance Hell to get over here! Hope you didn't have to give up anything too precious for that.

In any case, however you've ended up here there's still plenty to do. Shopping, restaurants, movie theaters, maybe you can even find a tour bus to make the rounds of some of the other shows being filmed here! ]

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[ this is so much

just kind of. floats over to sit on the edge of the bed, gently prodding at one of the tie rings on the edge... ]

Did what? ... how was I s'posed to know they'd gimme something like this...

[Continues through, passing the sex swing to peek into the bathroom ("chains on the tub, that seems safe," and to a dressing room area ("oh man, this thing's full of costumes") before coming back to the bed and just standing there]

...Didn't you say, uh. You weren't against trying stuff like this...right?

[ goes... very, very deeply red ]

Nn. No, I wouldn't... be against it... do you want to?

[Coughs lightly and fails not to flush further]

...I mean, we're here and all. Seems like a waste not to at least try some of it out.

I mean. You're totally right.

... yeah, okay, let's. Yeah. Let's do some of it.

Okay.

[Looks at it all, then just turns to the minifridge. It is filled with batteries, of all things, and some other stuff, which she leaves for now in favor of pulling out a couple cans of something that looks boozy. She lightly presses the one that seems to be some sort of cranberry vodka concoction to Req's cheek, wondering if it will steam (as if she's blushing any less, but shh)]

-- mm!

[ seems a little surprised by the cold, but smiles, and takes it from her to pop it open. she does not steam, sorry.

inspects it a moment-- to make sure it's red-- before taking a sip. ]

Thanks.

[shrugs, opening a can of her own and clinking them]

I mean, the night is young, right? We can take our time.

[takes a drink]

Or, uh. Talk about stuff, I guess.

... yeah. No harm in just relaxing a bit, even if the surroundings are a bit weird for it.

[ taps her can to nem's, and pats the space next to her. ]

What kinda stuff you wanna talk about?

[sinks down beside her so their hips and shoulders touch, and enjoys the contact]

Uh, I dunno. I guess...

[plays with her can a bit]

What do you think? Uh, about being out here, I mean. How're you doing?

[ curls that side's pair of wings around her back, warm and soft, it's so convenient having an extra couple of limbs when your hands are occupied ]

In Hell? ... sucks less than I thought it would, honestly. You're here, and so are other people I care about, so... I'm doing pretty good right now, I think.

What about you?

[looks down into her drink]

...I thought it'd be a lot worse, I guess. But instead it's better. Even if we can't get out yet...

[purses her lips]

Even if it didn't do anything, I'm glad we could break their stupid show. And--it's--nice, not to feel like somebody's watching you every second...

... yeah, that part's good too. Guess we better get all our deepest secrets out now while there's nobody scrutinizing us, haha.

[Sips her drink again]

... if it really came down to it... I wouldn't hate staying here, I think. If I had to. So long's I got friends around too anyway.

[Hums contemplatively, eventually taking a longer drink]

...Guess there'd be plenty to do.

Yeah. But... that's all a bit of a downer to think about right now, though.

[ leans over, nuzzling her lips to nem's hair. ]

Tell me 'bout the stuff that makes you happy instead.

[leans in herself, sighing a little]

...The sound of people out there doing stuff...like...having real lives, instead of stuck some weird, empty set. Not constantly being watched. Being able to do stuff like this... It's nice.

I mean... Compared to everything else, anyways.

...Like your hair, too.

Yeah? Think the pink suits me?

Mm, matches your face, half the time.

[leans up, impish, for a kiss]

...But yeah, it's pretty without being too girly.

If that's the requisite we're going for, you shoulda kept your head ginger.

[ kisses back, soft. ]

Glad you like it. Thinkin' of keeping it for a while...

[shoves her a little, even as she proves Req's point]

May as well enjoy it. You said you used to change it up a lot, right?

[ leans back a bit, sipping her drink again. ]

Yeah. Feels good to change it again. Wish I could do it more often, but...

[a beat, then she leans over to flop her head into Req's lap, the rest of her sprawled half on and half off the round bed]

Could just get a bunch of wigs. Switch up every day.

[ looks a little surprised-- then softens, smoothing nem's hair back and out of her face. ]

Nah, too sweaty. Where's the fun in that?

[relaxes a little, expression going a little less forced]

Sometimes sweaty is fun. So sometimes wigs can be fun.

Sweaty, sure... in other ways maybe.

[ idly strokes over the curve of her cheek, settling her palm against her skin. ]

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