[log] IT'S A MONSTER PARTY [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Ecks, Fiona, Francel de Haillenarte, Haurchefant Greystone, John Watson, Tifa Lockhart, Royce Melborn
Location around U4/V4, and then in various houses
Date: evening of 138 through morning of 139
Summary: various merry traveling bands are set upon and scattered by a RUDE AS FUCK anomaly
Warnings: n/a; will edit if anything comes up

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - running from the anomaly, settling in various houses, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

Comments

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[It's a worry of his.]

But there's something to be said for making your mark, even if it isn't likely to make any sort of difference.

[plundering]

Point.

[She shifts, bumping her shoulder into his a little. It's getting a lot easier to breathe.]

You should start leaving motivational messages on the walls, too.

[devoutish]

Do you have a suggestion to offer, Fiona?

[plundering]

Nah. I'm not the motivational speaking type.

[She grins.]

Ask Rhys.

[devoutish]

But you're the one here in this room.

[plundering]

[She shrugs a little. It's a small motion because of her injured shoulder.]

I've got references.

[devoutish]

"Chin up. You might find a hat that'll keep your ears warm".

[plundering]

[Fiona laughs, maybe a little louder than she should.]

That sucked. I thought mine were bad.

[devoutish]

You haven't shared yet. I can't judge.

[plundering]

Uh.

[Well. There was that time with Vaughn. Not that... she really wants to think about Vaughn right now, but it's the line that immediately comes to mind.]

"Rev the engines on your life"?

[devoutish]

[Wow. He's just going to laugh at that one, because really, Fiona.]

[plundering]

[She snorts, although she's not laughing with him.]

Vaughn didn't like it, either. I told you.

[devoutish]

[Vaughn, right. The one who'd died.]

Did he ever come back?

[plundering]

[The last hint of her smile disappears, and she shakes her head.]

No. Not yet.

[devoutish]

[Alfie heaves a sigh. He hadn't known Vaughn - they'd only spoken once, when they'd ended up in the same house together one night. But Fiona knows him, and Fiona clearly cares. He opens his mouth to say something... but is distracted by the sound of the door they're leaning against clicking its locks shut behind them. Lockdown.]

[plundering]

[It's fine. It's easier not to talk about. She even struggled to talk about it with Rhys, so the lock clicking is a welcome out, and she takes it.]

Looks like we're safe, huh?

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[Which means he feels safe enough to stand, shrugging out of his coat and stepping out of his boots, setting them both out to dry. Fully changing will be out of the question tonight, unfortunately; he doesn't have another room to go into.]

[plundering]

[Fiona doesn't bother moving. She's still achy, and she's starting to feel just a little bit fuzzy. Nothing she can't handle, but she's comfortable here, anyway.]

You're gonna freeze.

[devoutish]

I've got blankets.

[He pulls the newer, thicker one out.]

Bathrobe's warmer than the shirt, but--

[plundering]

[She grins.]

But what? Afraid of making me blush?

[devoutish]

I would not mind making you blush.

[plundering]

That'll be harder than you think.

[devoutish]

I'm not gonna test it by changing in front of you.

[plundering]

[Look at that shit-eating grin.]

Suit yourself. Should I close my eyes? Are you sure you're not going to start blushing?

[devoutish]

[He bends, and leans in a little so she can get a better look at his non-blushing face.]

Yes. Close your eyes. It's the proper thing to do.