[thirty five] TRIUMPHANT RETURN. Kind of.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Video flicks on to show... a much changed Molly Carpenter.  Her hair is purple, and it looks like it's been a while since she had a decent meal or a hot shower.  Maybe a long while.]

Is everything still fucked up around here?  No?  Good.  I'm going to go grab a shower.

[Friends filter]
If you want to talk, give me a half an hour, or you're going to get an eyeful.

[OOC: Yeah, I was so sorry to change her PB, but Mika Boorem doesn't have any look but wholesome and happy, and Molly's just... not there these days.]

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Private.

[goodgrasshopper]

Really? He cooks?

Much needed, I'm sure. That flood was... pretty rough. Where are you going?

Private.

[toldastory]

Occasionally. Sometimes, really.

It was... and I needed a break before then even. We're just going home. We're only going to be gone for three days here, but longer there.

Private.

[goodgrasshopper]

Well, I suppose one of you should be able to?

[Dry laugh] I hope your trip home us much less eventful than mine was.

Private.

[toldastory]

Apparently he always could, but he didn't cause he's a wanker.

Can I ask what happened at home? You don't look very good, love.

Private.

[goodgrasshopper]

The supernatural community of Chicago has been at war for almost six months. It's been a really long six months.