four { video } hypnotizability

[lurings]

[ abigail is at the bait shop, sitting behind the counter. beside her is a rack of fish themed valentine's and little pink stuffed fish. ]

I was unaware there were so many fish puns that related to Valentine's Day. So... Hook, Line and Tinker is having a sale. By sale... I mean sale. Everything must go. Please take these off my hands. This was a horrible mistake and I regret my life choices.

[ /stares at camera like jim halpert. boy, does she ever. she will probably give them away free if you buy a pack of gum. how are she and will in business still? well, she's actually a really good saleswoman when it comes down to it.

just not right now. when cutesy fish are making cutesy faces at her. ]

Unrelated to flirty flounders, someone asked me about... well, basically about this place and I realized I've been kind of willingly ignorant to anything that's going on around me. I've read the FAQ, but is there anything else I should know?

[ you'd think after three months in a basement she would want to know more, but nope. at least she does now. only took six months. shut up, she's dead. she had to deal with that for a while. ]

Also, small show of hands -- I hope it's small -- who else is dead in their worlds?

[ so casual. she gives the camera a brief, wry smile and cuts out. ]

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[lurings]

Selling these fish? Yes, it really is.

[ she shrugs, blase. knowing that isn't what kitty means doesn't stop her from answering it as if it is. ]

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[rathercommon]

[ A little tilt of her head, and a little thinning of her lips - a come on, really sort of gesture. ]

Are you completely sure of it? That you're dead.

[lurings]

[ she tugs the collar of her sweater away from her throat, baring her scar. ]

The doctors here informed me that if not for the Porter, I didn't stand a chance. [ her lips purse. ] But as I've been recently notified... apparently that doesn't count.

[ lookin at u, seth. filthy nitpicker. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty tilts her head to the side. ]

What do you mean?

[lurings]

I mean if you want to be technical, I wasn't conscious enough to know if I took my last breath or not.

[rathercommon]

But - why wouldn't that count? And according to whom?

[lurings]

I dunno, some guy.

[ men, tbh. men. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Tartly: ]

Well, some guy is a bloody imbecile.

[lurings]

Everyone is entitled to their opinions about what counts as dead.

[ It doesn't really matter anyway, since everyone back home thought she was dead to begin with. she's already had a funeral. she's hit all the death beat points. ]

'least no one has asked me if I'm the undead.

[rathercommon]

[ That's a newish term - "undead" - and so Kitty checks: ]

What - like a zombie?

[ And then, more firmly: ]

And if everyone's entitled to their own opinion, then he was an imbecile for trying to force his opinion on you.

[lurings]

[ okay, abigail snickers. turnabout is fair play, tbh. ]

I agree, and yeah, like a zombie. Or a vampire, I guess. I think they count as "the undead".

[rathercommon]

Oh - yeah, I guess they would. Well, have you got any thirst for blood, then?

[lurings]

I choked on enough of my own to be off it for life. I prefer tea, really. So vampire's scraped then.

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty shows just a little flash of dismay a moment before she forces a smile. ]

Tea's brilliant, yeah. Do you know of a good shop around here?