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[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Poor Loni[@Fernstone]
 [code]Thursday November 24th, The Hollow Tap[/code][/right][hr]

[color=00fa9a]“Ohmigosh, you’re so absolutely right,”[/color] said Paloma in regards to Vin being inspired by Stripes the Beanie Baby. She happily punched in her number into Loni’s phone, incredibly thankful that she had been able to score a pair of touchscreen gloves the last time she had gone thrifting. It’d be impossible trying to peel one off while also juggling a toddler.  [color=00fa9a]“And here I was thinking that their source of inspiration had been the Frosted Flakes mascot.”[/color]

One corner of Paloma’s lip curled up when Loni pointed out the sailor outfit. Oh, did she have the juiciest little revelation for Loni regarding the man who had caught her eye. Paloma winced as she bit down on her tongue. No no no, if she was Vin she would’ve immediately told her sister that some hot guy she worked with transformed people into Sailor Scouts. Like, immediately. She’d offer up video evidence, too. This was probably one of those keep hush-hush things done as a professional courtesy to not piss off the Hollow’s house doctor. 

Still, it was just so juicy—opp! Paloma immediately forgot her internal debate as Luci latched on to Loni’s hair. Without even thinking about it, the child was discreetly hit with a bit of that Good Influence as Paloma cooed in an almost unintelligible babytalk, [color=00fa9a]“Oh, no, sweetie. Don’t pull on mommy’s hair. It looks so nice, we wouldn’t want to mess it up would we? No we wouldn’t. No we wouldn’t.”[/color] 

Miraculously, and without protest, Luci let go as Paloma kept bopping up and down with her. See, she was fucking great with kids!  Until this time tomorrow Loni wouldn’t have to worry about her little terror messing up her hairdo. A huge relief, surely, if it didn’t mean that Luci would now just grab for other things now that the hair was a no go—a finger up the nose, a thumb in the eye, a sticky hand in the mouth. Ick! If Paloma had given it any consideration whatsoever, she would’ve instead just told the kid to stop being such a dick. 

But of course she was considering none of that, because she had just been hit with the best news ever: she had made a friend. Like, an actual, real friend. Vin didn’t count, because Vin was a minion, and Marco didn’t count, because no way in hell was she about to lock herself in the friendzone, and all the others were dead, so in a way Loni was her one and only friend. That was so…sad, actually. No. No! It wasn’t sad, it was just difficult to make new friends as an adult, especially when it was impossible to tell with a normal person if they would’ve liked her anyway or if it was just the Samaritan doing its thing. 

Paloma would not fuck this up. Her and Loni would be friends. They’d be best friends. And to be best friends, the first rule was to stop using magic on their kid without Loni’s consent, and honestly, if Loni asked her Paloma would totally freeze that little bitch so they could have some kid free time and Luci could stop distracting mommy from her besties and, okay, time for a second rule. Rule number two was to NOT be jealous of Loni’s kid because being jealous of a two-year-old was a really bad look. She’d just have to accept that Luci’s needs very (slightly) outranked Paloma’s needs. Finally, rule three was that besties do not clam jam, but rule four also said that they don’t keep secrets so…

[color=00fa9a]“I work at GSN. Good Samaritan North. It’s extremely posh. Even the visitors have to pass a credit check to enter. Just kidding,”[/color] said Paloma. It wasn’t really that posh, the real rich folk went to Cloverfield Campus Main to get cutting edge treatment, but it was still fancy enough to not take accept the insurance given out to its non-medical employees like her.

[color=00fa9a]“Oh, I just clean the wards,”[/color] added Paloma quickly with a harmless little laugh, assuming Loni, like her, got intimidated by people with “real” jobs. Her grin turned impish.  [color=00fa9a]“I’m not a nurse or a doctor or anything…like Marco. He’s a doctor over at the Children’s Hospital. Oh, but I’m sure he already told you that.”[/color] Doctors, like pilots, always found a way to mention their career as soon as possible. [color=00fa9a]“But did you know that…”[/color]

Paloma handed Luciana back to Loni so that she could retrieve her phone. She tried to hide her glee at seeing that Loni had actually texted her and that this was so happening.  Paloma pulled up the contact photo for Vin, tapped her finger at the pleated skirt that was largely obscured by Vin’s palm, and held a hand up to her mouth so that she could whisper the revelation to Loni without being outed as a snitch. 

[color=00fa9a]“...cute sailor outfit is being worn by none other than Dr. Marco? I know! I was shocked too when I saw him dressed up like a japanese schoolgirl but honestly with those legs? Yowza. He pulled it off. Wait, do you think that Marco chose to transform into that outfit like Vin chose to be a tiger? I mean he does LARP so I guess he already likes to wear costumes. Oh!”[/color] Paloma let out a tea-kettle squeal. [color=00fa9a]“You should’ve seen Vin in it! They looked so cute, especially with how mad they were! Ohmigosh, it was ridiculous.”[/color]

Paloma’s voice lowered into a conspiratorial hush, [color=00fa9a]“Y’know, if one of us pretends to be hurt, I betcha we could get an eyeful of Marco in that sailor outfit. Just saying.”[/color]