[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]

[Fiona laughs.]

I think she'd call you a "bandit".

[devoutish]

She did, yeah. I've got a "bandit gang".

[He's a little amused by it, actually.]

[plundering]

I had a "bandit vehicle".

[devoutish]

[That makes him chuckle.]

Would that be a spaceship?

[Do you guys even have cars anymore...]

[plundering]

Close. A piece of shit caravan.

nooo my html

[devoutish]

A caravan.

[It seems so... normal. They have those in his time.]

I've got a car.

laughs at you

[plundering]

A bandit car?

[devoutish]

It was legally bought, but used for banditry. Would that be a bandit car?

[plundering]

Owned by a bandit, so I think it is by default.

[devoutish]

Goodness; I've got a bandit flat, then. A bandit pen. A bandit bathtub.

[plundering]

Even a bandit bathrobe. Pretty depressing, huh?

[devoutish]

I do like this bandit bathrobe.

[Even though he's a little soured on it because of the days he'd spent with no other clothes.]

Bandit rings.

[He lifts the hand that's not holding hers.]

[plundering]

Pretty fancy rings. Definitely bandit-like.

[She strokes her thumb over the tattoo on his hand.]

Bandit tattoo?

[devoutish]

Bandit tattoo.

[He agrees.]

Got it when the business passed to me. The bandit business, naturally.

[plundering]

[She nods gravely.]

Naturally.

[She holds up her free hand to show him the ruffles sticking out from under her jacket.]

Bandit ruffles. Very depraved.

[devoutish]

Are those part of the sleeve?

[He can't tell with the jacket on.]

[plundering]

Part of the shirt underneath.

[She's wearing layers, which was good luck for getting dumped here.]

[devoutish]

Yeah. It reminds me a bit of some clothes from home. Not quite the same, but familiar enough.

[plundering]

Yeah? Which parts?

[devoutish]

The hat. The boots. The style of the jacket.

The shoulder things are a bit odd.

[He runs the fingers of his free hand along one of the shoulder ridges.]

[plundering]

[She watches the motion, then looks back up at him.]

Not a fan?

[The blue nail polish and red streak in her hair is probably weird, too, but hey. She's flashy.]

[devoutish]

It's eye-catching.

[Which isn't bad.]

Like the hair, the nails.

[plundering]

Is nail polish not popular where you're from?

[devoutish]

I don't see that color much. I don't see hair color like that at all.

[plundering]

[Fiona tugs absently on the streak in her hair. It's growing out a bit by now.]

I've been doing this to my hair since I was a kid. A lot of people dye their hair on Pandora.