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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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Yes, that sure did take care of that!
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919 Bilko
Hello? Is something wrong? Hello!
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Maybe we can fast forward to the evening? :o
Sure!
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I'm so sorry I'm late. D:
we are both guilty
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because let's make this awkward :D
Natalie...?
Oh right, and there was an intro I forgot to tag D:
We can always backtag or think up something D:
...yes! We can! I shall!
yay~! :D
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[ around town ]
Okay, that drone was annoying, but he didn't expect someone to just up and try to take a bite out of it. Nathaniel actually recoils a few steps, reaching for weapons that aren't there on instinct. ]
What are you doing?
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Around Town
and it's not like he's out for the same reason.]Getting a little hungry, are we?
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/sorry this is late ^^;
Quite alright!
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Around Town
because hitting them makes them work right again, doesn't it?takes Hajime by surprise......and oh, it's getting eaten. The covered figure's about the right size and shape for the only person he knows who might be going around doing that to drones.]
Natalie?
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[ Ilsa gets a good look at her when Natalie finishes with the drone. ]
Oh, gods! What happened, hon?
[ She moves in closer to evaluate the burns. ]
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evening
...That happens to be my wife.
[Objectively, he knows he shouldn't care about what happens to the malfunctioning drone. But he's gotten to know Oichi while here, enough to start considering her his property. Therefore, even if she's just a drone, he still feels a need to protect her.]
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Seven hells.
I feel that I should perhaps apologize for being horrible...
Don't! Horrible is fun. :)
It is! How horrible d'you want this to get?
Anything goes!
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MISS WATERS!
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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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