IC Voicemail

[everysecond]

...Wait so I'm supposed to do what with this?

I guess I leave a message.

Hey, this is Rileyable Riley. Leave a message.

So does that work?




[ooc: Leave a message for her!]

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[everysecond]

[Hello Ellie. Your girlfriend is now opening the front door. This better be really good or really stupid.]

[tonsofpun]

[Can it be both? Ellie holds out a cardboard box, the kind they're using to distribute rations. She pops the top, showing her the inside.

Two small bags of...]

I brought you flours.

[everysecond]

[This is so bad that Riley has just one reaction suitable.

She shuts the door in Ellie's face.

Best. Girlfriend. Ever.]

[tonsofpun]

OH, COME ON.

THAT WAS FUNNY.

[everysecond]

DENIED!

[tonsofpun]

Rileeeeeeey.

[Don't make her start mock-whining. She leans against the door dramatically, banging weakly with a fist.]

Let me in.

[everysecond]

Well since you sound so pathetic...

[She opens the door for her.]

Come on, girl.

[tonsofpun]

For a second I thought I was gonna have to make you real flowers.

[everysecond]

Oh please. You know the only way to get me to forgive things is with food.

[tonsofpun]

Thus. Flours.

[Ellie hefts the box, dropping it into Riley's arms. It's heavy, be careful.]

[everysecond]

[Not so heavy when you use your powers to float them through the air and into the kitchen. Ah yeah.]

Way more impressive if you can do shit with it.

[tonsofpun]

Yyyyyeah, that's gonna be the tricky part.

You can cook, right?

[everysecond]

Maybe.

[Yeah. She actually can. She's just that one bitch that doesn't because she likes her girlfriend's cooking a lot.]

[tonsofpun]

So the plan is, you show me.

[No possible way this can go wrong.]

[everysecond]

Show you that I can cook? You're the one that does the cooking, remember?

[tonsofpun]

No, you show me how to bake, genius.

Also, fuck you, I do not do the cooking.

[everysecond]

You totally do.

And who says I can bake shit?

[tonsofpun]

Because otherwise I'm gonna fuck it up, and there still won't be any cupcakes in the city.

A City Without Cupcakes, Riley.

[everysecond]

Soooooo...we're going to fuck up cupcakes just to get them?

[Because this is going to go bad. She can totally see it.]

[everysecond]

[Though she knows Ellie lived through this, she still sits forward in the hopes of learning more. How'd she live? How'd she get out?

Fuck, she's glad Ellie butchered this guy.]

[tonsofpun]

[This is where it gets difficult. Ellie lays a hand over her side, gliding her fingers over the places that still ache when it gets cold. The breaks that showed up on her x-rays with John.]

I started... crawling. I think some ribs were broken by then. I don't remember. But I spotted his machete.

And he just... came out of nowhere, started kicking me.

He told me I could try begging.

I didn't. I told him fuck you.

[tonsofpun]

I thought you knew how to bake!

[Don't tell her they're going without cupcakes, now.]

[everysecond]

Good.

[He deserved it. Ellie begging? Fuck that shit.]

[everysecond]

Giiiirl, I can do some foods but I cannot bake cupcakes. I've never made those things in my life.

[tonsofpun]

[Ellie throws her head back with an overdramatic groan.]

Well, there goes that idea. Who'd know?