starchilde_lost | 28 * Strange days.

[The video feed opens on it's side, the Network device having been left on it's side on the counter. On the far side of the kitchen, Rachel is pacing.]

No I will not calm down, my best friend's cursed. The entire City is on another one if it's multi-curse kicks. Teddy's gone again, so I wanna be there for Billy. And here I am standing in my kitchen, talking to a BIRD.

[She pauses, listens and rolls her eyes.]

Sorry, a dæmon phoenix.

[From off-screen, said dæmon flies across the room and perches on a chair next to Rachel. It STARES at her.]

Okay, okay, MY dæmon phoenix. Jeez, you're possessive.

[More staring, it's obvious that it's talking to Rachel somehow.]

No it's not the strangest thing that's happened to me and- how do you know about that?

[A few feathers ruffle, if birds could smirk, this would be that.]

We will not mention the demon-bride thing again, EVER. Is that clear?

[The dæmon flies to Rachel's shoulder and she visibly relaxes, reaching up and stroking the bright feathers.]

I guess you're forgiven, but can we please do something?

[Flying to the counter, the dæmon sees the network device on. With a Rachel-like sigh, it pecks at it until it's off.]

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Nothing I don't already have, except today everyone else can see it too.

The... goblins?

That'd be it. Only one, there's usually a bunch. I can still see the others but only this one is visible

[turns camera on to show one of the green goblins sitting on her shoulder]

This little guy right here best thing is he actually talks to me now.

That's... interesting. What's he say?

He wants to go flying...again. He also thinks I'm an idiot for spending my time trying to find a way out of here and that I should work on getting a job. Pushy little thing.

There's always places hiring. Finding a job should be easy.

He's offered to help at any job I could get. So what does yours say?

That I've been sulking. And I need to stop letting certain things bother me.

Don't even think about pecking me again - we're not talking about that, not this weekend.

And other things.

Maybe it has a point, sulking doesn't help much. Scott's famous for doing that. All the time. And I repeat, all the time.

Some things never change.

Um, Jean? I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to go find my roommate, like NOW. She's... really cursed. I need to stop her.

I'll cross my fingers for it not being too bad.

...thanks.

Call out if you need anything. I'm sure I'd hear.

I will.

Maybe you can see if the daemon of yours can do anything in combat.

Oh, there's a thought. God, but what if he gets hurt? He's part of my soul, right?

Maybe you should tell him to sit it out then.

Back to that whole part of my soul thing? I don't think that's possible if he's mine. I don't like being benched.

Anyone ever tell you that you sound like Scott?

Not quite as often as I'm told I sound like my mom. But I have gotten it once or twice.

Weird to jump from Scott to your mom. Are you close to the Scott in your world?

Um, you know what? I've about found Kitty, rain-check on the convo?

Good luck.

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