three 🔧 it's been how long?! (slightly backdated to the beginning of the month, i hate covid)

[midifications]

[Whew. Has she ever felt so rested? She certainly doesn't remember the last time she slept so well! Her little shellphone tells her what time it is, so Mid grabs it to check it and... what is... that date....?! WHAT THE FU—]

Okay. I can't be going crazy and the date today on this shellphone isn't really the date, right?! And if it is, what the hell happened while I was asleep?!

[:') being in a sleep bubble really fucks with you.]

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[midifications]

No! No baby pictures of me, ever!!! [BETRAYAL, not you too, Jill!!!]

The usual is different here though! What if I missed some swashbuckling or stealing? That's better than boring usual.

[tilfrosset]

Now I'm wondering if Cid has ever commissioned an artist to paint a baby you. Something for me to ask about next time I see him.

[She's only teasing you... right?]

Mid, you're a Corsair. Swashbuckling and stealing is the usual. If you missed any last month, there's sure to be more today.

[midifications]

NO!!!!!

[JILL!!!!! Can you feel Mid's despair from here?!]

Yes, but I missed it all last month! I have to make up for it now!

[tilfrosset]

Too late. I've already sent him a note asking about it.

[She can and knowing there's no note that exists at all is making her laugh. Mid is always good for a bout of dramatics.]

Don't make up for it too much now. We wouldn't want the authorities to give you a new home in a cell.

[midifications]

BETRAYED.

[Where's her fainting couch!!!

She knows Jill is probably having a laugh at her expense, but she loves Jill so it's okay. Probably.]

They couldn't catch me if they tried. I'd outsmart 'em.

[tilfrosset]

What's a little betrayal between friends?

[Well, Jill loves Mid just as much. It's why she feels so comfortable with the banter.]

Oh, you would? You must tell me how. I think I am a poor Corsair, so I'll need some advice.

[midifications]

I'm gonna write up something terrible and send it to Clive with your name on it. Something... like... out of one of them romance novels the book club reads.

[BETRAYAL BETWEEN FRIENDS, huh? ...this is probably a bluff though, Mid really can't imagine writing something that lewd.]

You make a fine corsair, Jill! You're perfect at it! Just like being part of Cid's Hideaway the Second, eh? But you can't just leave a trail, if that's what you mean. I wouldn't leave an easy trail to follow.