momquest: a quest for moms

[farfromgrace]

[ It's another day in Tokyo-D, and the relentless cycle of content generation for the masses goes on; how long have you been filming this drama, exactly? And it's not that it's a bad show, per se, but the fact that it's really dedicated to showing the gritty realities of combat and using practical effects for it is... kind of a lot.

Also it can't decide if it wants to be a show about frenemies or about enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies. Cowards.

And besides, it's not home, is it?

It occurs to you on break at the really honestly lackluster buffet table set up for the actors and any surviving extras that... there's really not that much security on this show, all things considered, unless there's something you're not seeing... ]

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[heavenlyvisitor]

[ .....he gives her a nod of thanks, but is not going to say anything further about his sugartastes, beginning to dress his coffee. ]

Mm ... Well enough. I'm not yet used to ... becoming physically tired, again, but -- Mm.

[ looks ... away ... into the distance, at the general direction of The Ghost(?) Mom Feeling. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ she considers him for a moment, sipping again at her own drink. ]






You feel it?

[heavenlyvisitor]

[ ...

Nods. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ well. Ok.

Punches something in on her phone heads to her room. ]

I'll be right back.

[heavenlyvisitor]

...

Alright--?

[vitainmorte]

[ returns with her rifle in hand--

heads out to the mailbox, real quick--

and comes back to the table to load it. ]

Right, so-- I don't know what's happening, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared-- if you need a weapon, I have extra knives.