13 We are not amused [Location: Madelyne's House] [Visual]

[genequeen]

"All right. What the fuck is going on around here?"

Madelyne is angry and there are pools of tears gathering at the corners of her eyes but it doesn't appear as though she's given into them. She's wearing a leather jacket that is too large for her, having it zipped up, even though she's still inside her house.

"There are cl ... duplicates of people wandering about and someone is taunting me with details from home... from my past." She pulls in a long breath through her nose, trying not to sniffle, "Why would the Hamsters be doing this? It isn't ... usually... like this, is it..."

Yeah. Someone is grasping at straws a little bit right now but she doesn't want to be the target of the newest round of hijinks.

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[aintnoconvict]

Glitch purses his lips and nods, then steps over to open the screen door to the small deck. There's a table and chairs, steps leading up to a small balcony and others leading down into the back garden. The plum tree is blossoming, the elm is leafing out, and the vegetable patch is half weeded. A wind chime made of seashells jangles softly in the breeze.

Here have a big ol' dollop of nerve-calmnig serenity, Mads. He settles at the table with his tea and gestures for her to join him.

"It's not at all beyond their whole...thing they do," he says with a sigh. "Their pranks can get really cruel, not that I need to tell you that."

[genequeen]

Pulling a breath in through her nose, she lets it out again slowly, leaning back in the chair, "I.... If I..." She pauses again, "We should, at some point, talk about what to do in a worst case scenario. Or maybe you should talk to Logan without me."

No one should seem that calm when talking about turning into an evil demon summoning sorceress queen.

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch tilts his head at her and sips his tea, nodding slowly.

"I could do both," he replies, and offers a little smile. "Whatever's best for you, if you want to talk about it, I'm open. If you'd rather he tell it, that's all right."

[genequeen]

"I never know if it is better for me to know about the plans or to have to find out about the plans. I mean, most people here don't have the ability to keep me out..." Madelyne's hands around the mug have tightened a bit as she's been speaking.

"It isn't what is best for me, Glitch. It is what is best for everyone else."

[aintnoconvict]

"I had to figure out what to do in case my girlfriend ever got possessed by an ancient and unspeakable evil. Again." This is a gentle reminder. "And even all my planning for that didn't quite work, but having a head start helped."

It's been a annual since then, since he and DG split, since so much happened. He suddenly wants something stronger than tea.

"I will talk to Logan either way, if that assures you at all."

[genequeen]

"Right. Well. This would be similar."

Madelyne looks over toward Glitch, "Except I could probably reach into your thoughts and steal all of the plans. Not to mention bend you all to my whims because it would be funny."

There is a pained smile on her lips, causing crinkles at the corners of her eyes. "Really, sometimes I ... Well." She tugs at the sides of the too large leather jacket. Involving Logan would be cruel but the options are too limited to leave him out of it.

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch gives a tight little smile right back because what else can you do? And what is it with the kindest people having the darkest demons?

(Jason Blood quite thoroughly excluded from that, of course.)

He rests a hand on the table halfway between them and taps a finger in query. Go on. "Sometimes...?"

[genequeen]

"I think I'll let go of what I was going to say. It gets too dark sometimes," Madelyne says with a small smile. It isn't like she can do any of the things that she'd propose at any rate.

[aintnoconvict]

"...all right," Glitch says and sits back. "Well-- all right. D'you want me to at least take the crown off your hands? I could use it as a planter." Pause. "Or maybe for scrap."

[genequeen]

"Sorry, Glitch. Sometimes I end up cursing the man who made me," Madelyne smiles tightly. It is as close as she'll get to saying what she was thinking.

"Oh, please. If you can come up with a use for it... that would be better than having it sitting around."

[aintnoconvict]

His eyebrows go up a fraction again, but in the end all Glitch does is nod. Now is not the time to press, he's fairly certain.

"I'll see what I can do, I've got a couple projects going." The change of topic may well do her good. "Now that the weather's better I wanna get back to the lighthouse. I'm working on a gizmo, a flying thing you can operate remotely, to get my other gadget up there to look at the beacon."

[genequeen]

"I'd love to help. Let me know? It would be good to have something to focus on. I'm good with machines... Or well, engines." Madelyne smiles a little at hime.

[aintnoconvict]

"Ditto. And I wil, defintiely. Thank you."

Yeah they'll get right on that once the rest of this nonsense is done with.

[genequeen]

"We need friends, especially here. Thank /you/, Glitch."

Madelyne reaches out and grasps one of his hands briefly with a squeeze. She doesn't stay in contact with him for long, though.

[aintnoconvict]

He squeezes in return, smiles, and settles back with a sigh.

"You're welcome. And feel free to hang out here as long as you like."