[ ...Mary definitely stood creepily right outside Chatterbox to listen to Pickles sing. Not because she enjoyed it, but because there was a sense of familiarity bubbling up in her as she heard the singing. Oh, she's heard someone sing those songs before... during her time on the ship.
And she has to confirm who it is. She's pretty sure she's correct. It took her some willpower to not just march in there and shove the man off stage. Somehow, in this even tinier, annoyingly weaker body of hers. What if she was wrong? ...She wouldn't care. It doesn't matter. This place has plenty of bodies! Mary, stop wanting to attack people that are already possessed, please... ]
hey
pikk
pick
[ Whatever. The text sends and she doesn't bother deleting anything.
Mary does not have the patience to fight with her phone and type this all nice and correct like the little model student that Fio tries to be. It's not that hard to type Pickles..... her spelling's worse than Fio's though. ]
[1/2] text - after... whenever pickles' chatterbox prompt takes place...
And she has to confirm who it is. She's pretty sure she's correct. It took her some willpower to not just march in there and shove the man off stage. Somehow, in this even tinier, annoyingly weaker body of hers. What if she was wrong? ...She wouldn't care. It doesn't matter. This place has plenty of bodies!
Mary, stop wanting to attack people that are already possessed, please...]hey
pikk
pick
[ Whatever. The text sends and she doesn't bother deleting anything.
Mary does not have the patience to fight with her phone and type this all nice and correct like the little model student that Fio tries to be. It's not that hard to type Pickles..... her spelling's worse than Fio's though. ]