Third Selfie - Video (@lolococo416)

[threatenwithcuteness]

*Lola is sitting pretty in the Floor 2 Communal area where she's set-up to record. Clearly she's edited this before posting, as there's no footage of her setting up the camera or anything. She's decked out in her usual hair and make-up to look as cute as possible before she starts. Everything has a sorta soft ocean theme to the colors, including the pale blue hair she's sporting.*

I want to apologize to anyone that met... who I was for the past two weeks. She was kinda the worst and super mean and had terrible taste in clothes. If anyone wants some beat up second hand leather jackets she bought three of them, they're too big for me and generally ugly and horrible.

*Great sales pitch Lola.*

Right, but, that's not really why I'm talking here. I was wondering if anyone wanted to get an apartment out of the provided housing. A place with separate rooms for everyone. I kinda want my own space, especially after everything. But I also don't really want to live on my own.

*As much as Lola is trying to look professional, mature (as much as she ever does), and on top of things she's fidgeting too much. There are a lot more edits where she's cut out bits of video and her edits are a lot sloppier than usual.*

I love to cook, and while I don't love laundry I do like having nice clothes so I'm pretty good at that too... so it won't be like I'm worthless. I'm probably the best person you could ask for to share an apartment with!

Just... nobody too creepy, okay? Um... I can't think of anything else important about getting an apartment together, but if there's a concern ask me? I really want to do this soon.

*She smiles, then awkwardly waves at the camera before the video feed vanishes. All her replies will be in voice unless otherwise marked. By all means point out how little she actually brought up about apartments and sharing space.*

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[ragnarsson]

That was my opposite. I was happier than I've been in a long, long time.

[Make that practically forever. Being an angry, bitter orphan with psychopathic traits is not a fun way for anyone to be.]

Letha threw a plate at my head. But we worked things out.

[threatenwithcuteness]

You just... like looking for adventure in scuzzy bars no matter what?

*She's a little surprised, she thought everyone in there was like Dolores. Angry and looking for a screw or a fight. Or... both.*

I'm sorry she found out. I'm not good at secrets. I'm glad you worked things out. I've kinda been giving her space between the baby and, um... this.

*She means hiding, like a coward, because that's what Lola's been doing.*

[ragnarsson]

That's a given no matter what kind of person I am.

[The real difference had been in his confidence level. As he currently was, Ivar would never have had been able to approach a woman as confidently as he did Delores.]

It's alright. She was mad for a while, but she got better once we had a good long talk. She hasn't been doing so well with the baby, so getting all hyped up on emotions isn't good for her health.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Good to know.

I wouldn't have told her but she probably would have thought of something even worse happening if I hadn't. She wasn't really in a listening mood. At least she didn't want details, she just got mad and ran out.

I mean, the other me didn't remember being Letha's friend because... Letha was a small little spoiled rich white girl who didn't know how to be nice. So... you couldn't really remember being with anyone, if I couldn't remember I was betraying a friend.

[ragnarsson]

I think she should be fine now. Don't avoid her too long. She can use her friends the way she's feeling right now.

[He wasn't going to burden Lola with the thought he kept having. How he was afraid she was going to die in childbirth. That was too heavy for anyone but himself to contemplate.]

As far as I was concerned, I'd never been involved with anyone here. So it wasn't like I did it to hurt her, which exactly what she thought happened.

[threatenwithcuteness]

I'll visit her in the next day or so, I'm still sorting through how I feel about... that other me.

*It was a lot to work through, it made it hard for Lola to really be there for others just yet.*

She was on that page too, you know, before she knew what it was that the other you and the other me did. Suddenly that thought went out the window. If it helps that means she really cares about you?

*Probably doesn't help.*

[ragnarsson]

[He makes no comment to that. Ivar's an introspective sort and understands the need to sort things out in one's head before dealing with things out in the real world.]

Yeah. She cares enough about me to throw plates at my head when she's upset.

[He looks wry. He can't precisely blame her. After all, he's done far worse when he's angry with her than throwing objects. Threatening a pregnant woman with a knife is pretty low, even for Ivar, but no one ever said he was the most stable type.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

...You do seem to like it a little rougher than a cute card or flowers.

*See, if it wasn't Ivar, and Letha, 'throwing plates' would be a bad sign. Okay it was still a bad sign but it seemed to work for them. Ish. Sorta... well it was a sign she cared! That was something.*

[ragnarsson]

I don't come from a soft place.

[He leaves it ambiguous as to whether he's talking about his home back in the 800s or his own mind. At least he'd found someone who matched his rough edges, that was a little morbid and strange in her own way.]