[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

[plundering]

You'll give it back to me. I don't think you're as "cruel" as I am.

[devoutish]

I might take that as something of a challenge.

[plundering]

Let's see what you've got.

[devoutish]

Well - you aren't getting this off my head, for one thing.

[Never mind that she could easily snatch it.]

[plundering]

Ouch. Picking on a woman with broken ribs. That is cruel.

[devoutish]

I'm a criminal. You've got to expect these things.

[plundering]

Just seeing if I was an exception.

[devoutish]

You are in things not hat-related.

[plundering]

[God, Alfie.]

The feeling's mutual.

[devoutish]

I don't need to guard my things from you, then? You haven't done what Watson did, and pickpocketed me already?

[He still thinks that was hilarious; sorry, Fiona.]

[plundering]

[Wow, rude! She's rolling her eyes.]

Don't tempt me.

[devoutish]

No, wouldn't want to do that.

[If she can jump straight back into jokeflirting, then he figures he can too.]

[plundering]

[Hey, if he's not going to pursue anything, it feels safe. And it's fun. Whatever.]

Nah, too much of a prude.

[devoutish]

Not planning to let me forget that one, are you.

[plundering]

Did you really think I would?

[devoutish]

I didn't know how much of all that you remembered. You were a bit out of your head.

[plundering]

Not that out of my head. I remember it.

[devoutish]

Cutting those pills even smaller might turn them into powder. You could mix them into water.

[plundering]

I'm a big girl. I'll be fine, it's just the running that sucks.

[devoutish]

Might have to do more of that, in this town.

[plundering]

Aww, Alfie. You're worried about me.

[devoutish]

Only about as much as you worry about me, I would guess.

[plundering]

Is that your way of probing to figure out how much I do worry about you?

[devoutish]

Nah. I've got no plans to probe at that.

[plundering]

[She smiles at him.]

I worry. Maybe. But you're tough.