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06 - Welcome Home, Honey
[919 Bilko, Morning - Limited to Housemates]
[Another beautiful Mayfield morning dawns, but all is not well in the Goodman household. That pleasant drone wife has been replaced with someone far stiffer, deader, and somewhat mildewed-smelling. That alone might be bad enough. But she had been quite silent while things were dark. Now that there's sun, there's screaming.
As soon as the first sufficiently brilliant rays of light come pouring into the room, Natalie bursts from her spot on the bed with an inhuman shriek. She tears the blankets off the bed and wraps them around herself, but it's not nearly enough protection against the light. She can't see, with all of the brightness and all of the fabric covering her... it's making her efforts to find some sort of cover far too slow. A hand has crept out from the covers, and it's fumbling at the doorknob for the closet... it's also sizzling.]
OhgodohgodthesunnotthesunohfatherpleasenonotthesunfatherhelpmenoNONONOnonono...
[Around Town, Evening]
[It's a warm late-summer evening. A perfect time for light blouses and short sleeves. To hell with that, tonight. Not after the kind of morning Natalie had been through. Every inch of her is covered by clothing. Long sleeves cover her arms. Gloves cover her fingers. Her usual scarf is wrapped very, very high along her face. And her hair is even pulled forward to obscure her face even further, with just a slit left to allow for vision.
Really, the malfunctioning drones are a mercy, tonight. She needs blood, and lots of it, if she's going to be presentable anytime soon. Were you being annoyed by a particularly persistent drone asking the time or wishing you a good evening?]
...oh. Here. Let me take care of that...
[And she'll just be grabbing them, exposing their neck, and sinking her fangs in. Masquerade, shmasquerade. What was there to cover up, here? She was doing everyone a favor, honestly.]
[Another beautiful Mayfield morning dawns, but all is not well in the Goodman household. That pleasant drone wife has been replaced with someone far stiffer, deader, and somewhat mildewed-smelling. That alone might be bad enough. But she had been quite silent while things were dark. Now that there's sun, there's screaming.
As soon as the first sufficiently brilliant rays of light come pouring into the room, Natalie bursts from her spot on the bed with an inhuman shriek. She tears the blankets off the bed and wraps them around herself, but it's not nearly enough protection against the light. She can't see, with all of the brightness and all of the fabric covering her... it's making her efforts to find some sort of cover far too slow. A hand has crept out from the covers, and it's fumbling at the doorknob for the closet... it's also sizzling.]
OhgodohgodthesunnotthesunohfatherpleasenonotthesunfatherhelpmenoNONONOnonono...
[Around Town, Evening]
[It's a warm late-summer evening. A perfect time for light blouses and short sleeves. To hell with that, tonight. Not after the kind of morning Natalie had been through. Every inch of her is covered by clothing. Long sleeves cover her arms. Gloves cover her fingers. Her usual scarf is wrapped very, very high along her face. And her hair is even pulled forward to obscure her face even further, with just a slit left to allow for vision.
Really, the malfunctioning drones are a mercy, tonight. She needs blood, and lots of it, if she's going to be presentable anytime soon. Were you being annoyed by a particularly persistent drone asking the time or wishing you a good evening?]
...oh. Here. Let me take care of that...
[And she'll just be grabbing them, exposing their neck, and sinking her fangs in. Masquerade, shmasquerade. What was there to cover up, here? She was doing everyone a favor, honestly.]
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Are you a zombie?! From another world?! [ it's her job to hunt zombies, and you're totally biting into someone's flesh so that means you might be a zombie! ]
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A what? No! I'm a vampire! Brains aren't located in the neck, I'll have you know!
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Oh! You're a vampire?! That's so cool! I actually didn't know there were any of you around! Do you sparkle?! [ Juliet is appraising Natalie and her sparkle value, but she drops the rake. ]
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She has to bring a hand over her mouth to stifle some laughter.]
No... no, I'm not the sparkling kind of vampire. And I wouldn't want to be. Bunch of pansies, those ones...
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But sparkling vampires look so cool. I mean, I understand they're sort of weak like the books they come from, but, I've been looking for a vampire that both sparkles and is really strong!
Can I put glitter on your face? It'd count! [ MOMENT OF TRUTH NATALIE. DO YOU WANT TO LOOK LIKE YOU WERE JUST DONE FILMING A 70s PRINCE MUSIC VIDEO?! ....What?! No? Where's your sense of adventure! ]
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[And she recoils, her tone immediately getting colder.]
No. Absolutely not.
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[ Juliet pouts at the sudden command! ]
Aw! But you'd look so good in multi-color glitter! Just imagine the possibilities!
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I am imagining the possibilities, and I do not like them. [Backing away FASTER... vampires with goth tendencies and glitter don't mix well.]
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Because it's stupid. This didn't even exist as a thing until some idiot Mormon lady decided to write a book on a subject she knew fuck-all about!