003 ❖ I'm dreaming of a quiet Christmas (Backdated to the evening of the 20th)

[noluckduck]

[Action: On your doorstep - first-come, first-serve?]

[Look at this lovely caroller, singing with wild abandon with an unshakable smile on her face! How long has she been at it?

Well, actually, it has been precisely 24 hours since she started.

Her singing suddenly stops, her smile twitches and stops, and she collapses, exhausted.]


[Phone, after a few hours of troubled sleep:]

I don't wanna hear another Christmas carol ever in my life.

... I... got droned, I guess.

[A deep breath. She is tired.] Fuck this town. Fuck. [On several levels. And it's barely been two weeks...]

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[eveningcalm]

[phone/erased]

Is that what the town does for punishment, then?

[Coming from an irritable, tired girl who was also droned. :|]

[noluckduck]

... Looks like it. Though all the fakes runnin' around are a great punishment too!

[eveningcalm]

[Oh, god, not Clover too.]

How many times do we have to say we're not fakes before the rest of this town gets it through its thick skull??

[noluckduck]

Yeah, ya might as well shut up, since you ain't convincin' anyone.

[eveningcalm]

Where "anyone" constitutes absolute morons, apparently.

[noluckduck]

Geez, I don't even know what's better, the ones who cry and cry about bein' the real deal, or you.

[eveningcalm]

What's that supposed to mean