>>6069762Odetta’s body begins twitching and flinching after a green light that comes out of the phone wraps around her, then she goes back limp…
“It’s a success.” Fiora acts like she’s an occult nurse of sorts.
“Good. Why isn’t she moving then?” Matilda is concerned.
“I’m fine, Bowl cut. Good as ever.” Odetta wakes up and… she looks off. Her eyes aren’t looking at the same place, her mouth is perpetually open, and her movement stops and resumes erratically. “Maybe not.” She looks at herself in a conveniently placed mirror in the room. “Fuck, I move like one of those freaks at the wedding. The unlikable weirdos. What are they called? Oh yeah, Kobashis or something stupid.” She shows her tongue to Fiora.
“I admire your brave demeanor.” Fiora chuckles at the spectacle.
“Are you sure she’s okay? Should I check on her?” Wilma wants to put her expertise to use.
“Feel free, but it’ll have little effect. She’s readjusting. We have gone through the worst part.” Fiora isn’t worried.
“Don’t you dare put your dirty paws on me. My nervous system is all kinds of fucked and I’ll end up kicking you in the gut.” Odetta warns. “On second thought, come here, dear, I’ll make your honeymoon feel like an MMA Special.”
Wilma scowls.
Everyone is here, so…
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“I know exactly how to fix Odetta.” Throw a Bucket of Water on Odetta.>“So, Fiora, did you enjoy the wedding you didn’t help to stop?” Tease this UnKobashi woman.>“What’s next, Wilma? What are we doing now?” You’re here at the Summit on her request.>“Mat… What are you wearing?” You need to know why she’s using Fiora’s wardrobe.>Write In. 