[video] hey zee hey

[cakewitch]

[ Currently, Zenaide Haywood is a blue gorgon. Scaly blue all over, with scaly blue snakes for hair. She and the snakes all have the same slit blue eyes and forked pink tongues. She smiles, showing off fangs. Her smile is also a bit self-deprecating as she continues. Her voice is irritatingly cheerful, chirpy and friendly, ]

Hello!

I do... hate how high maintenance this sounds, but! I have quite tragically broken a nail opening one of those mysterious doors. Has anyone found a first aid kit? I will at the very least need a bandage, but I could also use some small clippers and some glue?

Actually, I'm not certain small will do. I think I need... veterinarian grade clippers?

[ She laughs uncomfortably, wiggling her claws for the camera. ]

What a stupid little injury, but please let me know! I'm not entirely sure what will happen if I transformed back right now, so I don't want to risk it until I've cleaned it up. Thank you!

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( video )

[wraithes]

[ the message sounds so ridiculously familiar of nina that inej almost laughs, until she sees that the person creating the message is a big . . . blue . . . person.

the circle certainly is a wild place. ]

I think I have some glue.

[ finally. a bit uncertainly. ]

Is it just the nail, or did you break your finger?

[cakewitch]

Well...

[ She laughs at herself again. ]

It's just rather deep.

[ She holds up her blue hand. One could easily mistake her claws for just a rather extravagant manicure. The one on her index finger, has a deep tear that has started to bleed. The nail itself not fully detached. ]

I wasn't thinking.

[wraithes]

[ she winces, at the sight of the nail, and quickly seems to realize that she is ......... not an expert on manicures.

where is nina when you need her. ]

I'm not sure if I can help in making it look nice, but I did find bandages in a room, earlier. And something that might be glue; it's a thick paste, so I'm not sure I would put it on any open skin.

[ welp. ]

But they're yours, if you want them.

[cakewitch]

Oh, I'm not worried about how it looks. I'm worried about how much it hurts when I ding on it on something.

[ Her laughter here is less self-deprecating. ]

The supplies would be much appreciated.

[wraithes]

[ well, in that case! ]

Then they are yours.

Do you have any idea where you are? I am . . . [ give her a moment, as she glances around to get her bearings . . . ] -- somewhere near the eating area. I can make my way to you, if you want.

[cakewitch]

Not the foggiest!

[ She states this cheerfully. ]

But I think it will be easier for me to find the mess hall than for you to find my hallway. I'll figure it out.

[ PROBABLY??? ]

[wraithes]

[ U N S U R E ]

I will wait for you here, then, if you're sure.

[ are you sure you're okay zee ]

Take care; the hallways feel like a labyrinth.

[cakewitch]

Don't worry about me! I can handle anything.

[ .......Zee.............. ]

( video )

[mollymocked]

[Blue gorgon, meet purple devil.]

...I have so many questions, but I'm gonna start with the most important one. Did you try to pick a lock with your fingernails?

[cakewitch]

How fun! Look at you!

[ She has been exclaiming this every time she meets another fun creature. It's all making her feel much less self-conscious about the gorgon thing. ]

No, nothin like that. I was just testing how much strength this form has and prying the doors open that way.

[mollymocked]

Look at you, gorgeous! [He sounds just as enthusiastic. This is going to be a fun start to a relationship.] I am glad to hear you didn't succumb to the rookie mistake of assuming the sharp nails are good for everything. It does tend to happen to the best of us. [He brandishes his own fingers which taper into sharp points, and then he just smolders a bit.] Gods, I'm so into the hair. Are they real snakes? I'm utterly entranced by the notion that you might have to feed your hair.

[None of this is the point. Molly has just never met a gorgon and he's a child.]

[cakewitch]

[ No one has ever been quite that enthusiastic about what had previously been an uncontrollable curse. The vampires and werewolves were always friendly to her, but never quite so effusive. ]

Oh! Well! Sometimes. Mostly they just take bites of whatever I'm eating. Little thieves, every one.

[mollymocked]

[He giggles like that is the best thing he's ever heard.].] Beautiful. [He kisses his fingertips.] I think that covers my questions, actually.

[Yeah, surprise. None of them were "what are you??" because he's been getting that question a lot and it's rude to put it to another person.] I'm Mollymauk, by the by. Molly, if you like.

[cakewitch]

Hello there Molly. My name is Zenaide Haywood, or Zee-- if you like.

[ She smiles like she can't help herself. ]

We do have such a colorful bestiary in the Circle, don't we. Perhaps we should start a club.

[mollymocked]

A club of colorful people who are gonna get gawked at and questioned every place we go? I could be into that.

[cakewitch]

Well, I would assume that if we had such a club we could educate the other Circle members not to gawk.

[ You didn't realize you were talking to a goody-two-shoes class president type did you. ]

We can educate them on tolerance and the rights of non-humans. Which might be quite important on all these little missions, you know!

[mollymocked]

[Oh gods, she's one of those types. Molly prefers giving people precisely what's coming to them for that kind of attitude, you know, he doesn't have to say that. He'll just do it when the time comes.]

Do people listen to that, then? In my experience, tolerance was fairly hard to come by in the Empire.

[cakewitch]

Well, you just have to make them listen. Most people mean well anyway.

[ If she says it, it's true, right?! ]

[mollymocked]

You are absolutely right, darling.

[They have extremely different ideas on how to make people listen, but this is fiiiine.]

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[impavidness]

[ frisk wishes they could reply with a flurry of emojis to this post, but they think that it would be rude to use text when this monster lady has hurt her finger. they look at their own finger for a second and image how it would feel to type after hurting it, and thw wince they give the camera is minuscule, but perhaps betrays their thought pattern. ]

I'm sorry about your finger, Ms. Blue Lady.

[ that seems... polite and correct? toriel would maybe be proud of them for that. ] Do they break easy? Also your hair is very cool.

[ that uh, is mainly what they wanted to say. very cool and monster-y. they like that. ]

[cakewitch]

[ Ms. Blue Lady... how precious. Zee can't really help but smile, which when in gorgon form is not the friendliest of expressions. ]

Hello there! My name is Zenaide, or Zee if you like. They don't usually break so easily, but I was being a bit rough with them.

[ Her self-effacing laugh. She knows she did this to herself... ]

And I'm sure the snakes appreciate it.

[ One blue snake sticks on its tongue. ]

[impavidness]

Hi, Ms. Zee.

[ ... they do not supply their name and it completely escapes them why this might not be unusual. in truth, frisk is kind of just used to answering when asked those things - offering it up before... is a little beyond them at the moment.

a less than friendly expression it may be, but they're no stranger to monsters. frisk clues into this being a smile readily from how she speaks. they offer up their own smile, even if it's small. ] How come you were rough with them?? Do you need help.

[cakewitch]

[ She would like to know the name, but the child also seems a little shy? So maybe she can get it later, better to chit-chat comfortably now. ]

Oh no! Don't worry about me. I just saw everyone else breaking in to those mysterious locked doors and wanted to do a few on my own.

[impavidness]

[ frisk is picturing this... it's very cool. a blue gorgon lady with super strength just laying waste to doors.

except she broke a nail so that does shatter the illusion a bit. hm. ]

They're very hard to open, if you use all your might it be too hard to open them so you have to be careful and ask other people I think. But I can't find it, all I can do is kiss booboos better. But that's little kid stuff.

[cakewitch]

I wouldn't be a very good witch if I didn't believe in the magic of a kiss, now would I?

[impavidness]

[ they think about this ... they think about this for a good moment. to a kid, this is probably a century.

a witch and a monster... it occurs to them that maybe they should ask if she's a good witch or a bad witch but - instead... ]

What kind of witch are you, Ms. Zee?

[ there's witches that do bad things and witches that do good things and witches that have familiars and witches that don't and... well, the options are endless. they can ask this and get an easier reply, probably? or maybe they're just a little too shy to ask out right. (it's that one.) ]

[cakewitch]

I graduated in potions. But I am also a good witch.

[ Everyone always wants to know. ]

Most of us are, these days. We send the troublemakers off to their own little troublesome dimensions to make trouble amongst themselves.

[fairysong]

Seriously? I'm the last person to judge someone for being upset about breaking a nail, but I've never needed a bandage for that before.

[cakewitch]

Oh yes, it is quite inconvenient.

[fairysong]

You can't just get a press-on?

[cakewitch]

Oh-- oh! No, it's not cosmetic. It's pulled into the nail bed.

[fairysong]

[Sheryl audibly gasps.] Hang on, are you saying that your fingernail was pulled out? The whole thing? All the way?!

[Ouch.

The sympathy pains.]

[cakewitch]

It's not quite severed yet, hanging on there. Which is more painful, really.

[ But she's putting on a brave face about it ok. ]

[fairysong]

I think you might be wanting to look for a doctor, not some nail clippers.

[cakewitch]

Well! A healer would be nice, you're right.

[fairysong]

Any of them respond yet?

I'd offer, but I don't think you'd really appreciate me just singing songs at you while you try to wrap your fingernail back on.

[cakewitch]

[ She laughs . ]

Perhaps not the most medically sound approach, but a bit of karaoke sounds fun.

[fairysong]

I honestly can't tell if you're joking or not right now.

I've done shows while I was hurt before, but this feels a little different, don't you think? Being stubborn is a little different from needing immediate medical attention.

[What would she have done if she'd gotten that badly hurt before a show? Would she have insisted on performing or canceled?

Maybe she'd have been stubborn enough to go through with it.]

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[romancekiller]

[it was mostly from the mention of needing medical aid that clarke responds and though she is a bit surprised by seeing the appearance of the person broadcasting the message, she tries to just roll with it]

I can help— if we can't find a first aid kit, I have the ability to heal an injury like that.

[cakewitch]

Oh! That would be very helpful. Even if we found one, I'm not certain it would really solve my problem.

[ She lifts her scaly hand to show the claws. ]

[romancekiller]

Ah— yeah, that probably would make it a bit more complicated. I think my powers should be able to do the trick though with making it good as new.

[cakewitch]

Lovely, you're a life saver. I would normally do it myself, but all my magic's been scrambled for these missions.

[ It's a hard life being a witch with no magic. ]

I am a bit lost at the moment, but I am supposed to meet another girl in the mess hall, perhaps wait for me to figure myself out there?

[romancekiller]

Ah— you mean your magic before all this?

And yeah, that's no problem at all. I can definitely meet you at the mess hall when you do get there.

[cakewitch]

Yes! I am a witch, this normally wouldn't be anything to fret over. But now I'm a bit helpless.

[romancekiller]

Powers like that don't exist much at all for me before coming here so it's still lot for me to adjust to.

I can definitely help you though whenever you are ready.