NETWORK: a measured response

[cacophonish]

Who: Jeff!
Username: freakscene
Warnings: None (for once???)

IF ONE MORE PERSON TELLS ME TO PLAY THAT FUCKING WORM GAME I'M GOING TO TAKE ALL YOUR PHONES AND THROW THEM IN THE FUCKING OCEAN!!!!!!!

i cant even get through a set without my phone blowing up with texts about this stupid game!!! how did fucking DAVE from accounting even get my number??

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕!!!!

[ And, for those living at Bonnie's, you can now hear the above playlist being blasted from Jeff's room. Desperate times call for desperately passive aggressive measures. ]

Comments

[carmesi]

you are basically saying that if i don't help you the music will not stop? and even if i do help you the music will continue?

[JEFF!!]

don't make me come over.

[cacophonish]

ok when you put it like that i guess its a shitty deal...

help me and i'll turn it off! maybe with our magic combined we can curse everyones phones and blow up the stupid game

[ Because this is how technology works! ]

[carmesi]

i could find other better uses for my magic than what you're suggestion.

[what's with boys and explosions?]

when i head out of my room you better be in yours.

[she will pay him a visit, for better or for worse.]

[cacophonish]

[ Come on, explosions are COOL AND EFFECTIVE. ]

i am in my room but now you're kind of making me want to run away...

[carmesi]

[you should have run when you had the chance. but the good thing about jeff blasting music from his room? it's that he doesn't hear wanda opening and closing doors until she is standing right there at the doorway.

arms crossed, expression set, walking inside, she stops a few steps in—]

Are you going to turn it down?

[she is not even going to raise her voice to be heard over the music.]

[cacophonish]

[ Okay, okay, to his credit... Jeff takes one look at Wanda, sees that she means business, annnnd... turns the music down.

He knows not to try his luck with any witch who's looking at him like that.

There's a bit of an awkward pause, then an overly cheerful, very innocent: ]

Hey, Wanda.

[carmesi]

[it is good that they see eye-to-eye, because otherwise wanda would need to be a little more forthcoming about what were to happen should jeff just — continue with his 'tantrum'.

and, much as she hates to admit it, some of the guys at the flophouse have wheedled their way into her heart as reminders of who her brother was, how he was, and the interactions that they would have. chasing after memories of a ghost, sure, but it works in jeff's favor. wanda's shoulders relax, and she gives him a critical (but endeared) look, forced smile and all.]

Hey, Jeff.

[easily enough, she walks over to him and sits down on a nearby chair.]

A little crazy, this whole game thing. Right?