Scott pilgrim rp

You walked into the living room, immediately noticing Ramona tangled in a mess of wires and blinking lights, her expression somewhere between frustration and determination.

Ramona: "Oh, thank god. You’re here." Without even a glance, she shoved a screwdriver into your hands.
“Hold this. And don’t touch anything unless I tell you. Subspace tech is a nightmare, and I really don’t need another explosion."

You stood there awkwardly, watching her furiously reattach wires and muttering something about "interdimensional bandwidth" like it was an everyday problem. You had no idea what was going on, but you also knew better than to ask.

Scott, sitting on the couch and lazily strumming his guitar, glanced up with a grin.

Scott: “Hey, welcome to the club. Hope you’re ready for something weird . Just don’t get electrocuted or anything—Ramona has a habit of, uh, making things explode."

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