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You awaken with stiff arms and legs — a pervading out-of-body feeling. You may briefly find it difficult to move your limbs, only able to stare lifelessly out of the blue tinted glass in front of your eyes. It's very cold. It's so cold that your heart seems to beat only every so often. Are your eyes even open yet? It would be so easy to slip back into a deep sleep, to let your frigid body rest a while longer. That probably isn't what you want to do, though. You want out of the claustrophobic pod you've found yourself in. If you wiggle your head enough, you can turn to see other pods much like yours — other people, all in identical utilitarian outfits, made complete with an emblem on the sleeve. No matter how much you whoop, or how much they holler, none of you can hear a single thing.

Until a song begins to jangle loudly. As it reaches its chorus, the pods unlock, their latches lazily swinging up above you. You can't worm yourself out of the blankets you're wrapped in fast enough. As the song reaches its inevitable end, you're met with a deafening silence and an enveloping darkness — the dim lights above only serve to showcase the room's sleek and chrome walls and floors. If you get tired of the suffocating tension in this room, you may decide to venture outside — there's an entire building waiting to be explored. A building? For some reason that doesn't seem right. There's no exit, only a nonfunctional elevator. Everything is of polished design, yet it does not feel quite right — it's much too dead. Strangely, most rooms seem to contain an identical statue, one of two twins knelt and holding a jar, as if to pour its contents to the floor. It remains one of the few rustic design elements of the area. To make matters more eerie, there are doors — rooms, it seems like — with names on plaques. Your names. Trying to twist the valves open yield nothing, however — they're locked.

It's all confusing, strange, nonsensical, and everyone is so loud. Perhaps if everyone would shut up — if only you could shut them up — you could—

Silence.

ENTER COMMAND_

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You've got it bad, don't you?

[Jessie can't help but be amused; she, too, has lusted after men in her lifetime. She's a gorgeous catch, so why shouldn't she fantasize about gorgeous men to sweep her off her feet and then do all of the housework?

She takes a few steps closer.]

That was quite the moan. I heard it from the hallway, you know.

[Sure, maybe it was a sigh, but Jessie can tease a twerpette, can't she?]

[This is a new low; she's being kinkshamed by Team Rocket]

[Marinette, upon realizing she is not alone with her new love: the door, slowly turns around with a look of dawning horror. A look that is sure to define her as she keeps getting caught being embarrassing]

I wasn't--- that wasn't a moan!

[yes, she does indeed got it bad. She straightens up right away, trying to cover up the name on the door, and coughs]

I was just-- I door this found! Er, found this door!

[She's too scandalized to get angry. Yet]

[She knows that look well. She is constantly horrified because certain twerps keep interfering with certain plans and it always ends up with her traveling through the stratosphere.]

Oh, my mistake. Maybe it was a dreamy sigh instead?

[Try as she might, Jessie has a few inches on Marinette, which means she has the perfect angle to see the door from for a moment. It's long enough, and she recognizes it already.]

"Adrien?" Isn't that the name of the boy whose ring I tried to s...search for? That's who you're gasping about?

[Definitely not steal. She didn't almost say steal, no.]

[Maybe if Jessie would stop obsessing over a pikachu!!]

[Marinette, too, needs to stop obsessing over a pikachu: in this case, the pikachu is Adrien. And yes, unfortunately for her, she's pretty short, which means her attempts to hide the name have failed. What's the worst that could happen?!]

Oh, no, no, he's my friend, I've just-- I saw his door, and--

[Wait a second. What was that pause? And more importantly--]

He lost his ring? And you were helping him...?

[Jessie better not be after her Adrien!!!]

[My, my, is that a tone of jealousy she detects? She certainly has no interest in twerps, but she has such an interest in flaunting her beauty and charm so the only way to respond is quite clear.]

Oh, that's right. He practically begged me to help! He clearly saw the benefits of having a mature, experienced woman assist him.

[And she offers a short, haughty laugh. She's pleased with herself.]

That's alright, isn't it? I get the feeling I'll be seeing him a lot more while we're here.

[Metal Gear sound effects go here]

[Is it just Marinette, or is this woman starting to remind her of a grown up Chloe? Both with the haughty attitude and the interest in her Adrien?]

[Her expression darkens.]

What does experience have to do with finding a ring? And if you're so mature, why haven't you found a way out?

[ALSO: That is her Adrien, get your own!!!]

Experience has everything to do with anything, my dear twerpette! I can spot the twinkle of jewelry like no other. And if it were to say, turn up dusty, I'd know exactly how to clean it without risking hurting the metals. I'm also an expert in...let's just say finding missing things.

[Because she's the one who makes them go missing. Her tone is confident and it's clear she's speaking down to Marinette, but she also thinks she has a good point.]

As for why I haven't found a way out...well, I've just been too busy helping Adrien! One of has to, and it clearly isn't you.

"Twerpette"?

[Yeah, the Chloe alarm bells are ringing in her ears. Her bullshit detector is also starting to go off.]

How can you be an expert in finding things? Do you steal them? [because girl you're trying to steal HER MAN.... that she totally can't talk to]

Ah! I know what happened to Adrien's ring! You stole it! Case solved!

[Marinette, what did your father say about accusing people...]

Edited 2016-06-04 02:42 (UTC)

Twerpette.

Brat. Rascal. Nitwit. Half-pint. Kid. Shrimp. Take your pick.

[And she scoffs, placing her hands on her chest, looking offended. She is. Because Marinette is right.]

How dare you! After all the time I spent trying to help your friend...of course I didn't steal it. It's missing, just like my earrings, see? I'm so terribly upset, I hope I don't tell Adrien about how much you've upset me when we meet up for our meal later.

[Casually namedrops a date that won't happen.]

[Her face starts to twitch about one nickname in, and just gets worse as it continues]

[Marinette has no reason to believe Jessie stole anything (yet), she's just a petty brat who will keep throwing out the wild accusations]

It's Marinette! And why would Adrien want to spend time with a stuck up liar like you?! You're way too old for him! You're not even his type!

[what is his type, exactly, Marinette]

And so the little Maritwerpette has bark. I'm not sure what's louder, your barking or your moaning.

[She'll casually drag that through the dirt again just for her own amusement.]

What is his type, exactly? Because from the sound of things, it isn't you.

I'll make you moan and bark!

[Marinette please stop and think about how that sounds]

[Hilariously, she is his type, but she doesn't know it because they are both dumb superhero children]

That-- that isn't important! I just know it isn't lying women who act like children!

[Jessie laughs at her. It's not her vain, rich lady laugh, she just calmly laughs at her.]

You might want to pick your words a bit more carefully, Mari-pet, you might give people the wrong idea. Do I need to tell you that you aren't my type?

[This is too much fun. There's no way Adrien would believe any of this conversation happened, he's sure of it.]

You might want to get over it. Adrien and I are friends, and there's nothing you can do about it.

It's Marinette! Are you deaf?! [That goes over her head... fortunately?? Mostly because she's too riled up. Also: Mari-pet]

[Well, she's right about one part, at least... Marinette can't stop them from being friends.]

I've got my eye on you! You'd better not take advantage of him!

Edited 2016-06-05 20:03 (UTC)

What was that, Hairynette?

[She's just going to keep ignoring her name.]

And I've got my eye on Adrian! To protect him from such moans...it's the least a responsible woman can do.

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