IC CONTACT - MASK OR MENACE

[batstard]

[The default voicemail is still set up here. No name is attached to it, just the number.]

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[batstard]

Whatever. You don't wanna talk about it, don't talk about it. Doesn't help with shit anyway, so why am I asking?

[ d r i n k s ]

[pummelgranite]

That's the spirit. I'm a goddess of misery, and I love company. That's as complicated as it gets.

[batstard]

Persephone isn't a goddess of misery. Read a fucking book for once, huh?

[pummelgranite]

You read a book. All greek gods are gods of misery.

[batstard]

Mortal misery. Persephone eats pomegranate seeds and robitussin in hell while we freeze our asses off on the surface, right?

[pummelgranite]

I mean, kinda. If you're going with that there's the whole "hauled off pedo fuckhead uncle" thing, and that whole hell seems kind of like a shitehole anyway? But he hasn't been around since, like, Here Lies One Whos Name Was Writ In Water and all that.

[ She waves a hand ]

I'm more . . . She Who Destroys, Most Awful, Half of the Mystery, blah blah blah.

[batstard]

Uh-huh. Destroys what?

[pummelgranite]

[ d r a n k ]

What've ya got?

[batstard]

[ also dranks ]

What, you offering a service? What's your hourly rate?

[pummelgranite]

Fuck that. I'm saying I'm suuuuper fucked up and dangerous.

[ Suddenly she drops to the grimy floor like a puppet with severed strings and then lurches back up into a sitting possition near him. It would like maybe be alarming if it were not easily identifiable as voguing. ]

I'm prolly gonna end the world.

[batstard]

[ okay honey well you getting drunk and voguing in a subway tunnel is still alarming so jot that down ]

Yeah? How come?

[pummelgranite]

Prophecy.

[batstard]

Yeah, no. I meant what is your motivation for destroying the world. Do you have one, or is this just a thing that's happening to you?

[pummelgranite]

Oh yeah, no idea. Wasn't like a statement of intent.

[batstard]

Yeah.

So you believe in it? Or are you just fucking with me.

[pummelgranite]

Por que no los dios?

[batstard]

Yeah, yeah, this whole pop-star-slash-harbinger-of-the-apocalypse gig doesn't work out, you should try comedy. So what are you gonna do about it?

[pummelgranite]

Drinking, hanging out with serial killers, horse tranquilizers I guess.

Lot of clubbing too.

[batstard]

You don't give a shit about the world.

[pummelgranite]

Maybe. Dunno. Is it really worth giving a shite about?

[ she takes another long chug ]

Give a shite about people though. Some of em.

[batstard]

[ shrugs. and also drinks. this tequila is not going down easy but he is in fact ready to be drunk. ]

If you give a shit about people you give a shit about what happens to them when you do your -- whatever, fucking prophecy garbage.

[pummelgranite]

Right?

[Rumnages through her pockets ]

Forget it. I'm fucking with you. Smoke?