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[uncle-dusknoir]

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[Video: Basil is very clearly drunk; lounging on the couch in her pajamas, a glass of half-finish wine getting swished around in her hand. Sitting on the side table is the bottle of wine; seems to be something that at least LOOKS fancy. Based off the liquid's level, she's maybe on her second glass?

Sitting on her lap, appreciating getting pet like an evil villain's cat, is Deckard, who's focused on watching the TV.

Oddly enough, Skorna makes an appearance: lying tiredly on the back of the couch, looking like she has a headache. Some sort of warbley bird chatter leaves her 'mouth'; Basil responds: "I'm not theee- the one that fuckinnnn... Possessed me. Dipshit. I deal with youu, you deal with-" she hiccuped- "me."

Skorna grumbled, sinking deeper into the couch. In the moment of silence, the TV behind the camera can be heard- from the snippet of dialogue, it sounds like the Addams Family.

"Juuupe- Jupetty's the only onna yjou- ffrreeeaks that I don't- don't hate, yyouknow, bird." The bird seems to know, rolling her eye. "You're- you're. Fuckin. You. Obviously. No- no discussion further needed."

The bird warbles a bit more. Basil huffs in annoyance. She sips her wine.

"nooo, you know what I'm - you spooky fucks. Youuuknow. Y' Ghosties. Ghouls. I was s'posed to be a Dark specialist, youu- dicknips. I know you don't have nipples. Anyway."

Another sip. She seems to be talking to Deckard now, as if he's paying attention. "And Thyme- he just- he pisses me offfff." She slips into a baby voice, lifting Deckard into the air with her free hand and making a kissy face at him. "Doesn't he piss you off~? Yeaa?"

Deckard would 'reply' with a mirrored audible illusion of Basil's question: "Doesn't he piss you off~? Piss~? Piss~?"

Basil would cackle for a moment in laughter, almost dropping her drink and putting Deckard back on her lap/stomach. "He doooes! He-"

Skorna would warble something; Basil's face seemed to fall a little, and she would squint at the bird. "Yyyeeaah, and I'd- hic- I'd do it again, too. You know why?" She takes another sip of wine. "He needs to- to learn hoow to give a ssshIT other'n just... ooooh, I'm a ghoooooost, I'n do no wrong an' no consequences apply to meee. That's all he-" she took a long swig, finishing her wine and slamming the glass down on the table. "All he fuckin' cares about-- I don't even know what he get- gets UP to half the time, nor do I want to, 'cause I've ffffuckin- HATED him ever since his stupid ADVENTURING killed my fucking Liepard!"

She's properly pissed off now, rubbing at her temple as Deckard yips worridly, tilting his head. As if attracted by the sound of shouting, the Banette, Jupetta, appears on the edge of the couch in Teleport, tilting her head. "Uuugh. Fuckkk offff, Skorna. I'm s'posed to be having fun drunk, not angry drunk..."

The bird chirps. One can catch an almost smug look on her face. Basil's eyes widen a little, before she turns to see- the camera.

"Oh, you shhhiiiit," she hissed, carefully moving Deckard off of her and sliding off the couch. Jupetta looks worried, standing up and reaching a hand out as if to stop Basil, as she stumbles a little closer to the camera.

"I've fucking- I've told you to get off my ASS, you piece of shit!" She shouted at the Rotom, her fangs barely visible in her snarl. "Who the hell do you- do you tthhink you are??"

She stumbles a little, grabbing the phone somewhat violently and holding it above her, giving the viewers a top-down view. Toothy can be seen slumbering on the floor.

"Stop filming." A beat. Nothing happens. Basil's snarl somehow gets even angrier. "Stop fucking filming."

The video cuts out.]