video; day 40; 002

[facilitated]

Hey guys.

[ She's still getting over the after effects of her own personal heightened state of panic, so forgive her if Laura looks more tired than usual. She totally has a reason for addressing literally everyone though, so she presses on with a quick smile. ]

Listen, I've ransacked the place I'm staying at and there's literally no clothes I can feasibly wear. [ Which is in part because the clothes indicate this house had last been inhabited by people in their fifties, and part because she looks like she hasn't had so much as a meal - let alone a hot one - in weeks. She laughs briefly, shrugging and glancing down for a moment. ] Does anyone have like, spare female clothes floating around? I can't keep walking around in shorts, my legs are going to be permanently icicles soon I swear.

So yeah. [ Welp, awkward request is awkward. ] I can like, try to find stuff to trade or whatever, so let me know? Thanks.

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[reluctantsword]

I'll trade you for any men's clothes that falls into the "big and tall" category.

[He grins.]

I've got some around here. You're welcome to it.

[facilitated]

I don't know about big and tall, but we've got some bitching jackets around here?

[ Wait, pause. ]

Except the trench coat, you can't have that.

[reluctantsword]

[He laughs.]

I'll let you keep the trenchcoat, if you really want.

[facilitated]

I think my roommate would kill me if I gave that away. I'll see if I can salvage anything wearable for you though, how big and tall are we talking?

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[charring]

I have jeans. And shirts. One long-sleeve shirt but I don't really need it.

[facilitated]

Oh...man, I can't like. Take your clothes. It's freezing, you do need it. I just mean like, spares from the houses and stuff, you know? None of this stuff fits me and it's retro in the bad way.

[charring]

I have other pairs. And, anyway, cold doesn't bother me at all.

[facilitated]

Seriously? I'm freezing here. Where are you from, like Iceland or something?

[audio]

[retrograding]

I don't have spare female clothes. But I do have spare male clothes, if you don't mind the difference. Anything is better than icicle legs, right? I can look for the former in the mean time.

[facilitated]

Hey, two big brothers, I can deal with whatever. [ Have a nice big grin just for Jet, even if it is a little careful at first. ] Don't go out of your way or anything, please. I just mean like, if there's stuff lying around.

[retrograding]

[ He's smiling as well, and it comes out in his tone. ] I have things lying around. [ Which is true enough, but he'll look anyway. ] Do you want me to come to you, or would you like to come here?

[facilitated]

Well if you don't mind a little space invasion, I can totally come over there? [ Which she really hopes he doesn't mind, since she's already hunting around for her dorky Christmas sweater to brave the cold. It's lame, sure, but at least it's warm. ] It's like a treasure hunt without the 'X' to mark te spot.

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[thelittlestbub]

Depends on what size you wear. I've got a spare set of clothes if you can wear them.

[facilitated]

Aw man, I can't take your clothes, they're yours! There's stuff lying around the houses, I was just wondering if anyone's got stuff lying around there.

[thelittlestbub]

dude, don't worry about it. I've got a bag of clothes that a girl name Laura left? You can go through those and see if any fit.

[facilitated]

Hey, that's my name. [ Definitely amused. ] Won't she want them?

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[magnets]

[ And Jesse raps his knuckles sharply against her door - See? Knocking? And how nice a concept that is? - and leans up against it, calling through. ]

Yo, you oughta have asked for some decent non-old-man clothes while you're at it. I'm sick'a lookin' like I stepped outta Pleasantville.

[facilitated]

[ Whatever, that's clearly so much more effort. Now she has to actually get up and stuff. She doesn't reply until she's actually at the door, and opens it quickly as she raised an eyebrow at him. ]

Hey, if you want clothes you make your own PSA, mister. Don't try and get in on mine.

[ Except despite the eye roll, she gives an open gesture for him to follow if he wishes, and turns to flop back onto the bed. ] I might know someone who can hook you up.

[magnets]

[ Cry him a river, Laura, it's like two feet away!! ]

Why not? Roomie? Huh? It's all like convenient to do one at a time, 'stead'a cloggin' up the airwaves.

[ His hands shove deep into his pockets as he strolls his way in, watches her flop down on the bed and raises his eyebrows. ] No shit. You know someone?

[preytosociety]

[To those that don't know her, Lydia looks bored. Possibly even personally affronted at having to respond to this random person in distress. How dare they take up her precious time like this!

... But in reality, she's mildly interested. Possibly more than mildly, actually. She sighs, sounding exasperated already.]

Move the camera from your head to your toes so I can see what I'm working with, here. Go on.

[facilitated]

[ Woah. That's so not the response she's expecting, and she has half a mind to tell this random girl where to go.

There's this tone to her voice that almost commands compliance though, and even though she lets out a huffy sound of protest she still does it. She holds a hand out to the side awkwardly, giving Lydia a slow top to toe view of the short, bordering on scrawny body that belongs to the one and only Laura.

When the video returns to show her face, she's got an eyebrow raised in the most unimpressed look ever. ]

Uh, going to explain what that was for?

[preytosociety]

[Lydia smiles slowly. Perfect size. Good hair. Just needs polishing... a lot of polishing.]

Unless you want to look like an unholy combination of grandmother and vagrant, I suggest you come over to house number seven. It's across from the fountain. Our complexions are different enough for me to part with some of my wardrobe.

... If you're interested. [You better be interested.]

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[villainized]

[ Lucifer may have roommates in this house in which he's taken residence, but he isn't overly concerned about their opinions of him. There's nothing they can do to get rid of him, except ward the house against archangels, and since they're not humans like the Winchesters, he suspects that that kind of behavior is unlikely.

Presently, he's down in the kitchen, fresh out of the shower - it's a novelty he felt inclined to engage in - and completely naked. Well, he's still wearing Nick's body, but that's currently without a garment of any kind. And he's rummaging idly through the cabinets, mildly curious to see what it is that passes for food humans consume these days.

And Laura thought her clothing situation was awkward. ]

[facilitated]

[ Fresh off of her clothing hunt, Laura's in pretty good spirits. She actually has pants now, which is a massive plus in her opinion, not to mention some sweaters that aren't garish Christmas knits.

...Not that that means she's stopped rocking said knitwear, she just doesn't have to wear it now.

Ditching the stuff gathered in her arms in the doorway near her room, she keeps moving at the sound of someone in the kitchen. Maybe Jesse is cooking something? Hopefully. She's used to tight rations, but humans have to eat some time. With the full intentions of persuading him to part with some food, she bangs into the kitchen all bright smiles and wide eyes.

And that expression promptly changes to utter shock as she stares as the utterly naked form of the person who she has to assume is the 'Lou' that Pinkman mentioned. She's going to kill him. In more pressing matters though- ]

Where the hell are your freaking clothes, dude?!

[villainized]

[ Although he isn’t expecting company, Lucifer can’t say that he’s startled by her arrival. Or concerned by it. Shame and embarrassment are human characteristics. They don’t belong to angels. Certainly not to angels who’ve spent centuries in Hell.

Turning away from the cabinet, he looks at her, head cocked slightly to the side, making no motion to cover himself. It isn’t his body. Even if it was, he wouldn’t care. ]

Unless someone’s moved them, my guess is that they’re where I left them. Why?

[ One eyebrow rises as a smile, nearly a smirk, plays at the corners of his mouth. ]