Room 411, Thursday Afternoon

[squidpiddge]

Molly was trying on some of the new clothes she'd bought with the gift cards her big sibling had given her. Modern fashion was a little different, so she'd stuck to what she knew and liked for the most part: dresses. But she'd found dresses with pockets, and that was the absolute best thing. She was going to require pockets in all of her dresses from now on.

[ooc: for one!]

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[intotheout]

"Hey Molly," Tip greeted. After her art class this morning, she'd spent most of her day lounging around and enjoying not having to go outside. "Whatcha got there?"

[squidpiddge]

Molly twirled a bit in this particular new dress.

"New clothes," she said, happily. "My sibling had given me some gift cards, and it turned out everything I owned was incredibly out of fashion. Not that I cared too much about that, but these do have pockets, which is aces."

[intotheout]

"Real ones?" Tip checked. "Because girls' pants tend to have pockets that are only, like, an inch deep."

[squidpiddge]

"Pretty real," Molly said with a grin. "Realer than any of the ones that don't exist in the dresses I brought with me, at least."

She reached up to adjust the dark glasses that she absolutely didn't have on.

"Oh," she said. "You can see my eyes."

She'd been meaning to bring that up. Guess it was time now.

[intotheout]

"Yeah," Tip said. "I wasn't going to say anything." It seemed impolite. "I kinda figured you had extra-sensitive eyes or something?"

[squidpiddge]

"Not quite," Molly said, her grin switch to a more tentative smile. "More sort of... clouded up a bit. Because of decomposition."

She shrugged. "Because I'm dead. Well, undead if we're being specific, which I suppose I ought to be."

[intotheout]

Tip nodded slowly, eyebrows going a little wild as she processed that. ". . . Huh. That -- um. That happens a lot, in your world?"

[squidpiddge]

"More than it should, really," Molly admitted. "I'm a bit of a special case. Normally the undead are a little more... all shambles. Unless they're spirits, but then they're usually busy haunting people."

Her tentative smile remained. "Though there's a lot of that sort of thing in Malifaux. It's definitely a magical place, in all the scary ways you can imagine."

[intotheout]

"So . . . how'd you end up not all, you know. 'Braaaains'?"

[squidpiddge]

"Well, I used to be like that, a bit," Molly said. "Not that I ever ate anyone's brain. But zombies tend to just be puppets of the will of whoever raised them. For me, that meant I spent a lot of time following around the man that actually killed me. But over time I sort of... woke up from it. I kept getting pieces of myself back, and I was able to break away from him."

[intotheout]

"That's gross," Tip said. "I mean, not the part where you got yourself back. I mean the whole -- rest of it." Being enslaved to the guy who killed her and all. Tip had kind of a lot of feelings about that sort of thing, which would be bubbling up the more she thought about it later.

[squidpiddge]

"Gross isn't the half of it," Molly said. "Seamus is... well, let's leave it at I'm very glad he's an entire world away now."

Molly fidgeted a little with her hands. "Sorry I kept it from you. Didn't mean to lie, but folks can get a little antsy around you when they know you're not alive."

[intotheout]

Tip shook her head. “I get it. I didn’t tell people back home about half the stuff I got up to, either. Do you, um. Want me to keep it on the down low here? It’s not a problem if you do.”

[squidpiddge]

"I told my entire Cryptozoology class, so I think I've let this particular cat out of the bag," Molly said. "No putting her back in at this point. With people from such different backgrounds and different places, it's hardly that out of the ordinary, looking at it from a broader point of view."

[intotheout]

"Fandom's good for that," Tip agreed. "I'm glad you feel comfortable here. At least enough to not worry about hiding being undead, anyway."