MONDAY NIGHT - girls night

[hatslinger]

[ Around 3PM on Monday, everyone will be receiving a slip of paper under their door.



At 8PM, Fiona can be found in the parlor with some nail polish and makeup. ]

Comments

[muties]

Don't worry, you can be a girl too, dude. We can call you Pretty Jack, find you a nice dress, give you a makeover. You'll fit right in.

[ she's kidding but that would actually be a great idea. ]

[refactor]

[ Jack rolls his eyes and shakes his head ]

What? No. No? Just no.

[ He makes an exasperated noise, then waves his hand from side to side lightly. ]

Listen, as fantastic as my legs would look in a dress, no, thanks. I'm here to complain because this Pandoran is calling me out for no goddamn reason.

[muties]

Aww, funkiller.

[ she's disappointed in you, jack. ]

"Pandoran", huh? Sounds space racist, are you a space racist. Why did she call you out, huh? Relationship gone bad? Oooh, are you two a couple?

[refactor]

I mean, pro—

[ Jack is about to straight up admit that he's space racist, because fuck bandits, but, no. Rose continues, and it's easy to see how the revulsion comes to Jack's face immediately at that last part. ]

Oh, do you seriously- Jesus, no. Never. She's not even anything close to my type, oh my god.