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Who: Freddie, her anxiety, and YOU
What: runaway corpse bride
Where: outside vista way/joffrey's
When: night/day after election

A. Vista Way

[it’s late at night-- or early in the morning, depending on how you see it. the window to the apartment Freddie shares with Ariel and Basil opens, and… a rope made from bedsheets is tossed from the window, and a figure starts to descend.

it’s been quite a while since she’s done this, which is why she underestimates the amount of length needed to safely reach the ground, and how to position it properly so her weight doesn’t snap the rope. which it does, while she is still quite a ways away from the ground, which she hits with an undignified thump.

at least it wasn’t too high of a fall, so all Freddie has is a bruised hip and a bruised dignity.]

B. Joffrey's Coffee Shop

[Freddie is sitting at a table in the coffee shop, sitting crossed legged on a chair as she shuffles the deck of cards she’s holding. a small purple gem sits on the other end of the table, and an iced latte with a visible layer of sugar on the bottom sits at her side. slowly and with great purpose, she places three cards in front of her.

ace of swords, reversed. four of pentacles, upright. two of swords.

she grimaces and shuffles again, placing another three cards.

nine of swords. the world, reversed. two of swords.

shuffling, harder. three more cards.

temperance, reversed. the hanged man. two of swords.

she makes a loud, frustrated noise and grabs the two of swords, violently tearing it up into a pile of confetti. struggling to control herself, she shuffles the deck again and again before taking another card…

two of swords.

she throws the entire deck in front of her and puts her head into her hands. She glares… at the gem.] I don’t need this right now! [she wanted answers. but she doesn’t like what she’s been given.]

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Gotta do something around here. Like drink yourself till your liver explodes.

Unless there's wi fi. Is there wi fi?

... I don't know. Never thought to ask. [she's not even super used to TV reception yet] Rod's such an old fogie, though. He probably didn't even think to add Internet when he created this world.

You mean that creaky guy with the weird Pleasantville look? [Oh no...He doesn't want to have to romance Tobey McGuire.]

If there's no wi fi...then that means...how else can I deliver my fresh hot takes to the world where my friends and family have no choice but to interact with them?!

God...why have you forsaken me?

[Yelling.]

[...]

You're in another universe. You don't have friends and family.

[so. there's that.]

[Chuckles smugly.]

To be fair, I have no real friends or family to begin with.

[Sliding whistle sound effect.]

[if this is another toon she's fucking outtie]

Just going right out there and admitting that, huh. Bold move.

[~~Remember me Freddie...when I cut off your dad at the checkout lane?!~~]

Ehhh I'm trapped in Disney hell, I might as well do everything without thinking.

"Disney hell" is a small black box on a death god's mantle. This is just a really kitschy theme park.

You never worked customer service.

I have! Well, technically. For certain definitions of "service." And "customer." And "worked."

[Chuckles.]

I been there. I'm currently "fixing" some old hack's "VCR" and by "fixing" I mean "currently putting my coworker into a sham marriage so we can have the old fuck's money".

[...]

Wait, he's marrying the VCR?

[...slaps his forehead.]

Shit! Why didn't I think of that? I could've married that old codger to his VCR or some Night Court tapes!

New to the whole evil scheme business?

I just want a lot of money without getting off my ass.

Impossible. You always gotta put some work in-- in fact, getting it the "easy" way is usually a heck of a lot harder. [and also you usually die]

No way! Listen, I've been stringing along Mr. Plinkett pretending to fix his VCR while drinking booze for...when was 2011? That many years!

Sure, I climbed Mount Everest for some reason, but that's not important!

... I can't decide if that's dedication, or just inefficiency.

Pure drunkenness.

[Chef fingers.]

[... god why has talking to this complete loser made her feel better about her situation than literally anything else she's tried.]

Y'know, at the end of the day, at least I'm not you. That's something. [she stills says the meanest part of that thought out loud tho]

[Watching the complete bottom of the barrel does that. Mike doesn't seem hurt at all, rather he has a look of defeated acceptance.]

You're telling me. That's why I drink. Well no, I just drink because I crave danger.

[god. mood boost.]

I'm Freddie, by the way. Freddie Facilier.

Freddie? Well if you say so...

[Said like he's just gonna have to accept that.]

The name's Mike...

[Oh shit this is his chance to make up a cool, hip pop culture name that's taken from his myriad fave movies...]

Mike Waynesworld.

[SHIT.]

... You want a second shot at the fake name thing?

No it's my bed. I should lie in it. Or sleep.

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