Mary Grace takes a moment to fluff her boobs before casually making her way up to the others. There's a dead bug in her hair still and a rope wound around her torso like a sash, and she's pretty sure this is going to be an iconic Halloween look once this gets turned into the movie it deserves to be.
"We only gotta find the ones we like," she says with that deadpan arrogance that's hard to read. "Let the guys getting paid for this handle the rest."
“Oh, you look pretty.” This is said with at least three parts scorn, but she’s not lying. Apocalypse hot is a whole genre, and this is it. “Thanks for taking the time out of your day, then.” She assumes they all had found her, Mary Grace included. She can’t help but look a little smug about that.
Chanel slips out of her dress to reveal an elaborate undergarment setup that isn’t so far away from what she’d actually wear at parties for the fun of it. She takes pains to fold her dress carefully, and drape it over an auditorium chair, out of sight.
Only when satisfied that it’s going to be carefully preserved does she collect the record and examine it, with a little shadow of a smile. “...God, you were in my brain.” Ugh.
"Mary Grace ate your demonic brain bugs," he tells her very sweetly, in a way that is definitely mocking her suitor.
"But, here-- before we go, you should have this. Ours are pretty similar so it might work for you?" He holds out his wand, handle end toward her like passing a knife. So brave, so self-sacrificing, so stupid. "I also found a hockey stick if you want that."
MEMORY: Haunted House-COMPLETE!
"We only gotta find the ones we like," she says with that deadpan arrogance that's hard to read. "Let the guys getting paid for this handle the rest."
MEMORY: Haunted House-COMPLETE!
MEMORY: Haunted House-COMPLETE!
"Oh, this is yours," he says, nodding toward the record. "We pulled this out of your brain."
MEMORY: Haunted House-COMPLETE!
Only when satisfied that it’s going to be carefully preserved does she collect the record and examine it, with a little shadow of a smile. “...God, you were in my brain.” Ugh.
MEMORY: Haunted House-COMPLETE!
"But, here-- before we go, you should have this. Ours are pretty similar so it might work for you?" He holds out his wand, handle end toward her like passing a knife. So brave, so self-sacrificing, so stupid. "I also found a hockey stick if you want that."