[ Kennedy is not having a good morning, to put it frankly. Not only did she wake up in a strange new world where apparently everyone is having sex all the time or something, but also she has a fucking hangover. And they're expecting her to sit on a train as it winds its way through an unfamiliar city and not throw up? Unbelievable. She sinks low in her seat, shutting her eyes and pressing her forehead to the coolness of the window, which helps a little, but it's also rattling a bit in the frame, which does not help at all. In fact it's kind of making things worse. She sighs plaintively. ]
Uuuuuuuuuuuugh.
[ Someone help her. ]
♡ 2. DUBIOUS DELIVERIES
[ When a strange man approaches you and asks you to deliver a mysterious package to someone, you should probably say no. However, Kennedy is more of a yes-and kinda gal, even if she only went to an improv group one time because she lost a bet, and if she's concerned about the exact contents of the box she's carrying around the city then she's not showing it. This is kind of fun, actually. Better this than the train, since she can go at her pace and isn't being forced to share a seat with a stranger. She decides to go the long way, ambling a little aimlessly – if whoever ordered this package is content to use a shipping service that consists of a dude at a train station stopping pedestrians and asking them to walk a delivery to its destination, then clearly time is not of the essence.
Either you can stop her on the way to her destination, if you've had your own negative experience with the boxes and you want to warn her off, or maybe you're the recipient, in which case Kennedy knocks with a heavy thud on your door. Before you've even opened it, she's singing at the top of her voice. ] Hellooooo-ooooo? Let me in! Package for you! Gift! I'm the UPS guy or whatever!
♡ 3. SURPRISES FOR SALE
[ Hot chocolate notwithstanding, Kennedy's fucking freezing. It's practically visible on her face, an expression of deep misery at the current circumstances, bolstered by a flush high on her pale cheeks and the fact that she's using her cup more as a source of heat than a beverage, her hands wrapped around it tight, nose positioned right over the steam. With the money she'd been given upon arrival, she'd bought herself one of the compass necklaces, charmed a little by the spinning needle, but when she looks down at it as she's winding her way through the throngs of people, she notices the needle's gone still. Her lips twist down in disappointment, but after a few more steps she realises that it's actually pointing at someone.
She approaches a little hesitantly, holding the compass pendant in front of her, eyes narrowed with some suspicion, and then abruptly she reaches out and knocks twice on the target's forehead. ]
You don't seem like you're made of metal.
♡ 4. NETWORK
un: jfk if there were two guys in sex city and one of them killed the other with a dildo would that be fucked up or what
♡ 5. WILDCARD
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kennedy sinclair | original | dominant
[ Kennedy is not having a good morning, to put it frankly. Not only did she wake up in a strange new world where apparently everyone is having sex all the time or something, but also she has a fucking hangover. And they're expecting her to sit on a train as it winds its way through an unfamiliar city and not throw up? Unbelievable. She sinks low in her seat, shutting her eyes and pressing her forehead to the coolness of the window, which helps a little, but it's also rattling a bit in the frame, which does not help at all. In fact it's kind of making things worse. She sighs plaintively. ]
Uuuuuuuuuuuugh.
[ Someone help her. ]
♡ 2. DUBIOUS DELIVERIES
[ When a strange man approaches you and asks you to deliver a mysterious package to someone, you should probably say no. However, Kennedy is more of a yes-and kinda gal, even if she only went to an improv group one time because she lost a bet, and if she's concerned about the exact contents of the box she's carrying around the city then she's not showing it. This is kind of fun, actually. Better this than the train, since she can go at her pace and isn't being forced to share a seat with a stranger. She decides to go the long way, ambling a little aimlessly – if whoever ordered this package is content to use a shipping service that consists of a dude at a train station stopping pedestrians and asking them to walk a delivery to its destination, then clearly time is not of the essence.
Either you can stop her on the way to her destination, if you've had your own negative experience with the boxes and you want to warn her off, or maybe you're the recipient, in which case Kennedy knocks with a heavy thud on your door. Before you've even opened it, she's singing at the top of her voice. ] Hellooooo-ooooo? Let me in! Package for you! Gift! I'm the UPS guy or whatever!
♡ 3. SURPRISES FOR SALE
[ Hot chocolate notwithstanding, Kennedy's fucking freezing. It's practically visible on her face, an expression of deep misery at the current circumstances, bolstered by a flush high on her pale cheeks and the fact that she's using her cup more as a source of heat than a beverage, her hands wrapped around it tight, nose positioned right over the steam. With the money she'd been given upon arrival, she'd bought herself one of the compass necklaces, charmed a little by the spinning needle, but when she looks down at it as she's winding her way through the throngs of people, she notices the needle's gone still. Her lips twist down in disappointment, but after a few more steps she realises that it's actually pointing at someone.
She approaches a little hesitantly, holding the compass pendant in front of her, eyes narrowed with some suspicion, and then abruptly she reaches out and knocks twice on the target's forehead. ]
You don't seem like you're made of metal.
♡ 4. NETWORK
un: jfk
if there were two guys in sex city and one of them killed the other with a dildo would that be fucked up or what
♡ 5. WILDCARD
[ go crazy aaa go stupid! i'm