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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[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."