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[Bryn, Taako]
[The feed opens on Bryn standing in an apron in Taako’s kitchen, holding the selfie stick that supports the camera. Thanks to Taako there’s a smear of frosting on her cheek, and thanks to the open bottle of vodka in the background there’s a slightly unfocused look in her eyes. But she’s happy and smiling so clearly all is well.
Taako is a little more focused and a little less tipsy, because unlike some people he’s actually working here, on the monstrosity in front of him. There’s a cake in the center, the crumb layer already done, and around it are smaller cupcakes that he’s assembling into a castle, with tall spires and ramparts. It’s about halfway done, but still clearly a castle.]
Surprise, surprise, I’m back! [She grins as she pours a fresh shot of vodka into a glass and then puts it to Taako’s lips to help him drink while his hands are full.] Wanted to say hi, but we’re also broadcasting for a very important--well first, say hi, Taako!
What’s up, thugs?
We’ve taken on a very, very important project. An artistic masterpiece of...of--well, it’s a cupcake castle! With phallic spires! [She looks and sounds utterly delighted by this.] But we’re looking for a volunteer for the finishing touches.
As much as I like, hate to admit that I can’t do every-fucking-thing perfectly, I am not a master painter or whatever, and this dope as shit cake is gonna need a mural.
A mural of lots of different people fucking. Lots of people. [Said with a decisive nod, despite Taako giggling in the background.] Seriously. Like, someone who can paint people of all races, genders, and orientations totally banging on the fondant walls. It’ll be fun! And we’re paying in cupcakes and vodka!
We’re uh, we’re also looking for any dipshits who wanna get in on this bad boy once it’s done cause if she tries to eat all this herself she’s gonna fucking die and that’d be some kinda tragedy, so-- [He gestures with the icing spatula in his hand.] -- sign up here if you’re into cupcakes. Or spun-sugar dicks!
[Bryn blows a noisy kiss to the camera and cuts the feed.]
[The feed opens on Bryn standing in an apron in Taako’s kitchen, holding the selfie stick that supports the camera. Thanks to Taako there’s a smear of frosting on her cheek, and thanks to the open bottle of vodka in the background there’s a slightly unfocused look in her eyes. But she’s happy and smiling so clearly all is well.
Taako is a little more focused and a little less tipsy, because unlike some people he’s actually working here, on the monstrosity in front of him. There’s a cake in the center, the crumb layer already done, and around it are smaller cupcakes that he’s assembling into a castle, with tall spires and ramparts. It’s about halfway done, but still clearly a castle.]
Surprise, surprise, I’m back! [She grins as she pours a fresh shot of vodka into a glass and then puts it to Taako’s lips to help him drink while his hands are full.] Wanted to say hi, but we’re also broadcasting for a very important--well first, say hi, Taako!
What’s up, thugs?
We’ve taken on a very, very important project. An artistic masterpiece of...of--well, it’s a cupcake castle! With phallic spires! [She looks and sounds utterly delighted by this.] But we’re looking for a volunteer for the finishing touches.
As much as I like, hate to admit that I can’t do every-fucking-thing perfectly, I am not a master painter or whatever, and this dope as shit cake is gonna need a mural.
A mural of lots of different people fucking. Lots of people. [Said with a decisive nod, despite Taako giggling in the background.] Seriously. Like, someone who can paint people of all races, genders, and orientations totally banging on the fondant walls. It’ll be fun! And we’re paying in cupcakes and vodka!
We’re uh, we’re also looking for any dipshits who wanna get in on this bad boy once it’s done cause if she tries to eat all this herself she’s gonna fucking die and that’d be some kinda tragedy, so-- [He gestures with the icing spatula in his hand.] -- sign up here if you’re into cupcakes. Or spun-sugar dicks!
[Bryn blows a noisy kiss to the camera and cuts the feed.]
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Well enough. I'm sure you remember that sometimes living here can be a touch come and go at times, but aside from that things have been fine.
How was your time home?
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[She hadn't told Lucretia why she went home, but Taako might have told her about the memory canister, the portal opening, and Bryn returning to try and save her father before he passed.]
It's been eight months for me, however, so I've missed you all much longer than you've all missed me. [Said with a grin.] Are you going to come paint our castle for us? I'll pour your first shot and mop your brow while you're hard at work!
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Good. I'm so glad to hear that, Bryn.
(It can't have been an easy trip, after all. She's back now and she's safe, though, and just as lively as ever if her and Taako's cake is any indication. She's about to comment on it when Bryn offhandedly throws out a comment that knocks everything else out of her mind immediately; she seizes upon it in her panic.)
Did you say eight months? I thought time moved slower back at home while we were here.
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It's possible the deities back home were messing with things once they were aware of the situation. They might have thought I'd be better off if I waited more back home than having too much time pass here.
[It's easy to rationalize it now. Back home she'd found each slow month a near agony to get through, but better she deal with the length of time than Thor. Who knows what might have happened if she'd been gone longer. Would he have moved on without her?]
In any case, I'm glad to be back and I'm really looking forward to seeing what you can do with our castle!
[Sorry, Lucretia. You didn't deny it earlier so Bryn is taking it as a given now that you're painting on their fondant walls.]
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All of this has culminated in a rather large silence on her end. The moment she realises she's doing it, she quickly chimes in with a hasty agreement.)
Yes– well, I've allowed Taako to twist my arm halfway, so it only makes sense to let you cinch the deal. Thank you for trusting me with the job.
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[And if not, well, then there's vodka.]
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You'll come and keep me company while I commit this atrocity, right?