[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 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.

[devoutish]

For fashion, or is there meaning behind it?

[Definitely going to reach up and lightly run his fingers along that streak.]

[plundering]

[Her eyebrows go up a little, but she doesn't pull away or protest.]

I like red.

[Very deep.]

[devoutish]

[It's quick; he doesn't linger. His hand returns to rest on his leg (and his other one, of course, is still holding hers). ]

And the varnish? You like blue?

[plundering]

Yeah, sure.

[It's true, but also:]

It's easier to trick people into thinking you're legitimate when you look the part.

[devoutish]

Do most bandits have bare nails?

[plundering]

Most bandits on Pandora look like they haven't taken a shower in their lives.

[devoutish]

As do most people in Norfinbury.

[plundering]

[She grins.]

Hey, we have running water on Pandora. Mostly. At least we have an excuse here.

[devoutish]

I have heard rumors, right, of the legendary houses with hot water.

[Tell him those rumors are true, Fiona. He wants to believe.]

[plundering]

Yeah, they're great. You haven't been to one yet?

[devoutish]

I was near one without knowing it, a few days after the repairs finished. I didn't stop in.

[plundering]

Ouch. Heartbreaking. Maybe I shouldn't be letting you touch me.

[devoutish]

[He holds up his free hand, fingers splayed, palm facing towards her.]

Clean hands.

[plundering]

Hmm.

[She leans forward a little, inspecting his hand.]

Alright. You pass for now.

[devoutish]

[He flexes his fingers, turning his hand around to show her the back.]

That's a relief. Sponge baths pay off then, eh?

[plundering]

Yep. I'm not touching your hair, though.

[devoutish]

Yours wasn't that bad.

[plundering]

That bad.

[She wrinkles her nose.]

You're making me feel gross.

[devoutish]

Wouldn't want to sound like too much of a flatterer, would I.

[plundering]

I might get a big head.

[devoutish]

You'd rather I toss in some insults?

[plundering]

Can you insult me? Let's see what you've got.

[devoutish]

Can I, she asks. As if I might be fucking incapable.

[But he doesn't actually want to, is the thing. Oops.]

You're bad at being photographed. Fucking awful. All those ridiculous faces.

[plundering]

[She's laughing, which is a bonus.]

Like you aren't. Way too serious. You look like you hate everyone.