multifarious ⟷ in character

Hey, we're out of milk.

[Recalibrating]
Stiles. I love you. I'll always love you. It's always been you. I'm sorry that the other version of me left, I never would have, but if she's anything like me, she's regretting that day with every passing breath. I need you, Stiles.

You don't have to respond, just-- I couldn't pretend anymore.

FAIL!FILTER TO RAE; REDIRECTED TO ALL GIRLS:

OMG OMG OMG. Okay so two things. First, do you think your Dad would do a dubsmash? Two, I went on a date last night. With Stiles.

[The past few days have been more tense than ever in their home, mostly because she's still trying to decipher how much James said over the tablet was true and how much was the tablet speaking for itself. She knows that her own tablet malfunctioned a great deal during their conversation and said some things she would've out of anger, but weren't one hundred percent true. She doesn't hate everything about James. Only his personality and many of his behaviors.

She leaves a note on his car windshield asking if they can sit down and have a talk after he gets back from work.]

[ The video switches on and Cleo is clear across the room, back turned to her laptop. There is a clear view of her living and kitchen table. The table is loaded with text books and papers, a messy setting in an otherwise spotless apartment. She's dressed in short cotton shorts, a UC Davis T-Shirt, her hair pulled up in a messy bun with her glasses on her face. In her hand is a coffee mug.

Dreams can be heard playing. Cleo is dancing around her living room, clearly unaware of the camera. Her free hand is held out in front of her, wrist twisting back and forth, fingers bent. There is a small herb garden set up beside her patio door, beside the plants is a cup half full of water. The glass shakes slightly, and then the water begins to rise. The volume of water increases as it does, more water coming out of the glass than what had been in there to start. The stream of water rises up and out of the glass, it twists through the air and breaks apart into several smaller streams of water. Each stream them gently descends down onto one of her plants, watering them all in one fluid motion. Cleo turns her back on the cloud and keeps dancing around her living room, eventually spinning into her kitchen and out of sight.

The video ends. ]

I've killed over 30 people in my lifetime and I'm not done yet.

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Oh my God, this is a nightmare. Last night I took Caroline out and that was awesome and then I woke up today and got on the network to message Lydia because...we should talk about that, you know? And Malia left me a message that she's like in love with me and now she thinks we're going to Vegas, what the fuck is going on? Help, what do I do? Like, I can't just let her stand around in the lobby waiting for me to come through the portal but I'm not going to Vegas with Malia.

Fuck my life. Just, seriously. Fuck my life. You wanna just play some Mario Kart with me and hope the drama just goes away? Or, you know, that a black hole will open up and swallow me whole right now? Because that would be amazing.

Are you busy?

FILTERED TO TO TONY & NATASHA:

Please be words -

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What the - you know what, close enough, you two should be able to figure it out -

[STREAM OF CONSCIOUS TRANSCRIPTION ACTIVATED AND SENT ON YOUR BEHALF.]
Come on, you stupid piece of junk, just...oh. Okay, cute. That's cute, I miss a semi-colon and you have a goddamned breakdown. You're so smart, JARVIS, just fix it so I don't have to go through three thousand lines of code to look for—I swear to God if Stuart opens his mouth one more time I'm going to scream. Just shut up and code.

[humming this melody]

Ohhh, I should start Christmas shopping. Should I put Caitlin and Cisco on my list? I feel like I should but I also feel like they don't like me, so I don't know if that would be perceived as trying to buy them into liking me...hmmm—ow...ugh, I'm too young for carpal tunnel— maybe I just need to try harder. I hate trying harder, I hate putting forth effort. Back home, people just like me and I don't even have to do anything.

...I wonder if I should make dinner tonight or whether Barry works late.

Did I take Prada out this morning? Shit, I don't think I took Prada— no, okay, no, I didn't. Barry did. Okay. Crisis averted.

How are you guys doing in spite of the filter madness?
[Message not sent. Recalibrated for honesty.]

I can't stand this dry spell. I need someone in my bed tonight.
[Message Sent]

What?? NO. I didn't SAY that!
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That's it, besticle, I give up. Take me to a porn store and go get me one of those stupid things to keep me busy until I can get home. I give up on guys, this is too hard.

[The video begins and Mel is standing in front of the counter with ingredients placed on the counter...messily. She is holding a mixing bowl with her left hand against the left side of her body while she stirs the batter in the bowl with her right, soft music playing in the background from the phone.

She moves over to the fridge to get the milk out, one-handed, getting the cap off and then pouring some and then leaving it out on the counter as she continues to stir and move....which is exactly what causes her to stumble. The bowl goes flying out of her hands and she spits out a, "Fuck!" As she throws her hands out. the intention is to freeze the bowl, but instead....she blows the damn thing up.

Bits of batter, bowl, and even milk (along with milk jug) go flying every where. Most notably batter splatters on her face. She stands there pouting.

The video ends.]

This is my favorite thing. Just all of you are incredibly entertaining.

I'm sick of this. It needs to stop, how can we have so many computer geniuses here and no one can make this stop?