3rd Coffee

[mal_addict]

[Action; Around Mayfield]

[She wasn't exactly why she ate the candy in the first place. She wasn't even all that fond of the stuff. Still, she was bored and was trying to see how long she could get away with not showing up at her assigned place of work before she got in Big Trouble.

But after the candy, none of that mattered. She'd found herself a black, under-wired nightgown from somewhere, and was now wandering around Mayfield, looking for potential meals. Or perhaps just new playthings.

...Okay so it's a bit weird, not having anything vampiric about herself whatsoever, but she's sure she can improvise. Or something]

[[ooc: Open as open can be. Mal's been band!candied, enjoy]]

Comments

[commentboxtroll]

[Every day in Mayfield only makes it more and more obvious that leaving the house is more trouble than it's worth! Today is no different. Hoping to avoid the endless quarreling going on over which nation owns what going on elsewhere, Caesar's definitely in a hurry to be elsewhere. Not that it stops him from slowing down a bit to side-eye the woman running around in the mucky March weather in a nightgown.

That's an odd... well, let's call it a fashion decision.]

[mal_addict]

[A crazy fashion decision. She catches sight of him and runs over.

Oh how she misses when she could move faster than the blink of an eye. That was a lot more impressive]

Good evening.

[commentboxtroll]

[Yeah, the running towards him thing, that gives him all the time he needs to be wary.]

If you can call it good. A little cold out for that, isn't it?

[mal_addict]

I can't feel a thing.

[Such a lie, she's freezing. Still, she'll sidle up to him]

So...what brings you out this fine, fine evening?

[commentboxtroll]

Really. [He doubts that, but if she isn't going to admit it, that's her problem. He takes a step away when she sidles up alongside him. It doesn't even break his stride to do so.] Oh, just the usual. Stopping nations from conquering a street, avoiding rampant imperialism, getting some fresh air...

[mal_addict]

[She continues to follow, looking for a nice dark alley to push him into]

Sounds like you've had a busy day. Maybe I have something to relieve the...tension.

[commentboxtroll]

That's even less likely than you not being cold in that, lady.

[Just her luck that there's one coming up, and he isn't even expecting trouble from a weirdo running around in a nightgown. Any implication she made, that went waaay over his head. Though, hasn't he heard her voice before?

It's... probably a huge mistake to stop and turn to ask, but he does.]

Do I know you?

[spitefulvitae]

[...what in the heck was that, coming around the corner as she returned from shopping downtown? Some lady in a nightgown? Wasn't it awful cold for that?

Natalie stopped short and stared, leaning in closer and narrowing her eyes to better take in the oddness.]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict feels no cold now!!

Except she does and she's kind of regretting the look, but it's what all young vampires wear and she can't just buck the trend. She pauses as the glaring, turning with a smirk]

Can I help you?

[spitefulvitae]

...Maladict? [She was pretty sure she recognized the woman's voice from all their chatting on the phone. But she couldn't be sure. So she asked. Sort of.]

No. Uh... no. I'm fine. You could probably stand to... put on a sweater?

[mal_addict]

[She pauses, face frowning a little at that name] No. I'm Maladicta.

[Then, she's back to smirking again] Why? I don't feel the cold.

[spitefulvitae]

Um.

[It was hard to think of a proper answer for this situation. Natalie stood there, opened her mouth to say something else, then stopped and pressed her lips together.

Maladict-a. Alright. Alright, then.]

Would you... happen to be a vampire, Maladicta?

[mal_addict]

[She will forever regret letting that name get spread around. Maladict gives a giggle]

Oh no, my secret is out. Whatever will I do now?

[connedviakeyboard]

[Don't worry Maladict you weren't the only one to eat the candy. Benson did too, which is why he's currently whistling to himself happily why he walks the streets of Mayfield. When he was a younger man, Benson was a much more easy going guy.

He was also apparently a much more oblivious guy, considering how he somehow misses Maladict. He'd...be a pretty easy target, honestly.]

[mal_addict]

[He is the easiest target in the history of easy targets. Maladict grins, falling in step with him, an arm flopping around his shoulders]

Hello, Benson~

[connedviakeyboard]

[Well he'll stop at that. Most times, Benson would wonder what the hell was going on. But being happier, still looking forward to life Benson? He'll roll with it.

And just blithely not notice there's something wrong with Maladict. At all.]

Oh, hey Maladict! Uh. Something up?

[mal_addict]

[Everything is obviously completely normal here. Yup]

Lots of things. The sky, the stars.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson chuckles a little more.]

They are, aren't they?

[And now he's just staring up at them still.]

Pretty nice night, isn't it? But it's always nice nights here. So you headed anywhere? I was kinda just on my way home, but I wouldn't mind like talking for a bit.

[mal_addict]

Everything is pretty here.

[Her smile widens. And not in a good way] Home is always a fun place to head to.

[ineffablytartan]

[Oh dear! The poor girl seems to have left home without her clothes. Aziraphale feels a little embarrassed for her, really. He slides his jacket off and moves over to her.] Here, dear. You must be freezing.

[mal_addict]

[Maladict eyes the offered jacket as if it's a personal insult to her beauty]

You want me to cover up? Bugger off.

[ineffablytartan]

It's a cold night out. You're going to get the most awful cold if you don't.

[mal_addict]

I don't get cold, trust me on this one. Now shoo. [She makes shooing motions with her hand]

[ineffablytartan]

[Blinking at being shooed like a stray cat, Aziraphale then chuckles.]

Come on, now, I'd feel bad if I left you out here like this. I didn't used to get cold either, but I do here.

[mal_addict]

Yes, well, I'l survive. Unless, of course, you want to become a...special friend.

[And by friend she means meal]