multifarious ⟷ in character

[Forward-dated to 6am the next morning. They surprisingly had a nice time at dinner. Maybe it was the fact that she was so clearly looking to pick a fight with him, but he feels like the night he spent with his wife last night was the best one he's had with her yet. He sits up in the bed and looks over at his sleeping wife next to him. When her eyes flicker open, he smiles a little at her]

Good morning, baby. I'm not going in today. Let's do something. [His mind jumps to the carnival just out of town. He was planning on taking Henley, but this might be fun.]

FILTERED TO WS!STEVE.
We're going out.

I'm definitely fictional, huh? I guess it makes sense, since my life wasn't ever in the proximity of normal.

But I got my hooch made, but I guess y'all are too young now.

I never heard back from you, but for lack of any other current projects with pressing deadlines, I did some research on my own and I developed a prototype of goggles designed based on what I could find on how normal wolves see. I don't know if it'll work for what you wanted, but you're welcome to check it out. If nothing else, I can tweak them a little more and they'll make bangin' night vision goggles. At least it gave me something to do other than trying to invent a project to keep myself busy when we're not working with B

New York City now? And I was just getting used to Chicago...

Now I guess I'd better figure out if I know anybody here and where on earth I should be staying. What're the good place to hang out- and more importantly, get a drink?

NEW YORK CITY, I SAID YOU'D RUE THE DAY YOU AND I CROSSED PATHS AGAIN. So I'm going to pee in one of your alleys. That okay payback for being such a shit to me back in the forties? Yeah? Good, because it's done.

But hellooooo, New York! What's up? How are you doing, new people in my life?

I'm going to call out a few names and see if anything sticks. Steve. Bucky. That redheaded Russian I drank with once. TJ? Doug is in the hospital.

I don't know who else. There were a lot of teenagers getting sucked through where I was from. I'm guessing it's the same here.

Morbid curiosity + a slow evening at work + an internet connection on my laptop = trauma. So much trauma. Not a big fan of watching my face die at the hands of my girlfriend's older self's face, as it turns out. That's a lot more uncomfortable than I expected it to be and I expected it to be motherfucking uncomfortable.

Mental note: no matter how curious I am, never, ever watch another horror movie with my face in it. Especially when it also has other familiar faces in it as well. Bad times. So much bad times. I'd like a one-way ticket to Nopesville about an hour and a half ago to dissuade me from making terrible decisions, please and thanks.

Another amazing show! Thank you, mystical, otherworldly Los Angeles, for keeping my performance space intact even when three quarters of my act are still AWOL.

If sadness had a sound... Seriously, that woman's voice just breaks my heart.

After burning dinner for the second time this week, I've decided that I need cooking lessons. Either that or a lifetime supply of microwavable foods. Anyone know a good place that offers lessons?