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[akapeanut]

Oookay, I know I can overdo the drinks sometimes, but what the hell is this? I swear I was just going into Der Waffle Haus, you know, like usual? And then I’m in this…house? And who gave me this piece of shit? I don’t really need a blackberry, thanks, my job’s not really…like that.

Anyway, if there’s like, uh, some way to send out a distress signal on this…thing. S.O.S., random ass building showed up and I can’t seem to find my way home. Send help. Fuck.

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[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Well, excuse me, little miss insecure. Why do you even care?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I'm just keeping it real, new girl. Besides, you're the one obsessing over my calling you bland instead of all the other stuff I said. That's not my problem.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[Shit. She's got a point.]

Well...whatever, you seemed intent on picking on my personal appearance. Girl has to stand up for herself.

[Yup. That's it.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Well, at least you have...some backbone, then. I guess. [Le shrug.]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

So that's your message, then? This place sucks and you're ugly?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Aww. I never said that. I said bland, remember? [She's so helpful!]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Thanks for clarifying.

Was that all you wanted to say to me?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Ponder ponder ponder...]

Yeah, pretty much.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I'll just go back to assuming I'm dead and/or crazy.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

You might be. Plenty of people are both those things.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

"Plenty"? So not...everyone?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[...]

What? No not everyone. I'm neither of those things, thanks.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Hey, no shame in being dead.

[She hopes that doesn't come off like she's speaking form experience.]

Anyway, how can you be sure? Not as if there's much of a way to test it, right?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

...Uh, yeah there is. I mean, I guess not here since if you die, you come back.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

I was angling more at the fact that if this is heaven, how would we know, and if we're just crazy, again, how would we know?

Coming back from the dead isn't exactly making me feel any less crazy and/or dead, sister.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I meant there's totally shame in it. In the real world, anyway. Who the hell wants to be dead?

Anyway, if this was heaven, I think I'd rather go to hell. Did you miss how I said it sucks?

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

It can't be all bad, right? I mean...at least you're "alive".

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Shruggg. Why is she even still talking to this chick?]

Even the place isn't trying to kill us, it's mostly just boring, I guess. You have to find whatever to entertain yourself, because it's not like you can just escape to a mall or theater or whatever.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Hmm...]

Yeah, that totally fucking sucks.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

God, these things would be so much easier if they'd just agree with me at the start...

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Hey, this isn't exactly easy to swallow, okay? This place is fucking weird. Some guy said we can get stuff out of magic closets, and the mirrors watch us? I mean, shit, I don't even know what to believe anymore.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

You should believe all of it, because sadly, it's all true.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Great. Noted.

So, uh, I'm guessing you're not actually a Maria.

[Wince. Yeah, she's a little sheepish over that now.]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Tiny scowl.]

Santana.

[Because that's way less stereotypical a name, right?]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[She won't say how that's usually been a male name in her experience...]

I'm George. Nice to meet you.