Annie Hargreeves (
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2021-09-23 07:39 am
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MHA #2 | Thursday Evening
Given that there were guests coming this weekend -- not to mention, like, the sheer stress of the last few, between woo girl transformations and boyfriends being imperiled and such -- it seemed like an ideal time for a night of dumb girly shit.
Nail polish had been dragged out, bottles boasting claims of collagen density appeared, and there were even a few little gold-and-white tubes scattered about from Annie's Wish line.
But, of course, the pièce de résistance was these sheet masks Annie had produced. They definitely didn't look weird, okay? They absolutely didn't look like a human face that you put over your own face. At all.
"These better be awesome for our skin," Annie decided, gently poking at the paper (?) to make it adhere a little more securely to her face.
Because it looked like she was wearing someone else's skin.
[for the space bestie!]
Nail polish had been dragged out, bottles boasting claims of collagen density appeared, and there were even a few little gold-and-white tubes scattered about from Annie's Wish line.
But, of course, the pièce de résistance was these sheet masks Annie had produced. They definitely didn't look weird, okay? They absolutely didn't look like a human face that you put over your own face. At all.
"These better be awesome for our skin," Annie decided, gently poking at the paper (?) to make it adhere a little more securely to her face.
Because it looked like she was wearing someone else's skin.
[for the space bestie!]

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This one gave her pause.
"Is this a Halloween thing?" Rey checked, eyeing her own mask still in her hands.
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Annie, you were just making this seem more appealing by the second.
"We also have to take pictures once yours is on." And then send them to their boyfriends and laugh, probably.
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She could see your face right now, Annie. It was scary.
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They damn well better be glowy and beautiful.
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Or at least of why a scrub might be a better choice.
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"We look like papier-mâché," Annie decided, peering at herself in the mirror. "Which is a thing where people take wet paper covered in glue and make sculptures out of it."
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This is how you knew you were friends, Annie. Because she stuck a wet thing on her face for you.
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She wasn't wearing this if she couldn't drink and talk through it, okay? Even if it kept slipping because it was wet.
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Probably not possible.
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Also: maybe effective at clarifying, actually, but that was very much a secondary-or-tertiary concern for Vought.
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One thing that Vought had really helped with was teaching Annie about capitalism.
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It would never not be weird.
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Of course she went there.
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Annie, for her part, was sort of sad that Luther hadn't actually found anyone on the moon, both because she would have thought that was neat and also because poor Luther, of all people, probably hadn't benefitted from going four years without exercising those social skills.
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Like how Annie had to drive forty-five minutes to Target back home! Totally the same.
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It was a little macabre, sure.
"Do you have anyone coming this weekend?" she added, totally just touching her forehead for normal reasons and not because this stupid mask was going to fall off.
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Hang on. Pressing issues afoot.
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Annie would be getting a Thor hug; she'd be okay if she didn't get a Wookiee one, this time.
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Just for you, Annie!
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Important robot stuff. He probably had so many important jobs!
(Annie kind of thought of BB-8 the way she thought of guide dogs: adorable, but check whether they were working before offering affection.)
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Maeve was not Annie's oldest friend on her team, since she'd met someone else before her, but she was the only one who was a halfway decent person and that was...something.
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(Though her Christian powers could show up any day now, if that was the case.)
"Okay, picture time before these things fall off us," she decided, fishing around for her phone.
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