[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]

[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.

[devoutish]

You're supposed to look serious in photographs.

[plundering]

Pfft. Why?

[devoutish]

They're meant to be passed down to future generations, yeah? They're meant to mark special occasions. They're serious things.

[plundering]

[This is the technology gap rearing its ugly head, Fiona figures.]

You don't want your descendants to know what you were really like?

[devoutish]

You want your descendants' only image of you to be with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and your eyes crossed?

[plundering]

Hey, those aren't the only pictures I've taken.

[devoutish]

For us, pictures at home aren't as easy as pictures here.

What others have you taken, then?

[plundering]

[She shrugs.]

A lot. I can't remember all of them.

[devoutish]

I've got four of myself.

[Then he clarifies:]

At home. More, here.

[plundering]

[Fiona shakes her head. It's strange to think about.]

This place must seem nuts.

[devoutish]

It doesn't to you?

[plundering]

Yeah, it does, but at least I'm used to radiation and AIs and—[She gestures vaguely with her free hand.]—whatever.

[devoutish]

And instant photographs.

[plundering]

That too. One of the perks.

[devoutish]

I'm getting used to it. One does adapt, eh?