o16 | La Mort Didactic | open/audio

[autodidacticone]

So.

[Yknow what? Dying isn't informative. Not even a little. Vincent you owe her a new outfit so hardcore- but she'll never ever ask for it.]

Who wants to help me out with a project? I need people who can fight. And not die.

...

Like anyone needs to ask.

[[ ooc: Vincent killed Kimiko! She's lost the following items: shirt (t-shirt, w/hood

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/skirt?

[entirelybonkers]

You know, it's a rather odd thing that an article of clothing is now laying very neatly upon my coverlet that most certainly was not there previously.

[ah-HEM. B|]

yeth

[autodidacticone]

...That's. Odd.

[SHE ADMITS NOTHING.]

:D

[entirelybonkers]

Oh, quite. Especially when it looks a bit familiar to something I'm positive I've seen you wearing.

[autodidacticone]

...

[so humiliating.]

Give it back, Alice.

[entirelybonkers]

[Kimmy, Alice is a bit PUT OUT with you. First you get your arm all torn up and now this.]

Where might you happen to be?

[autodidacticone]

I'm on Deck 12. Just give a shout.

[entirelybonkers]

I'll only be a moment.

[And a moment it is! Not much later, Alice appears on the deck, and gives a hoot.]

[autodidacticone]

[There is a crashing, then a rustling, then Kim poked her head over the wall of luggage]

Here.

[entirelybonkers]

[Aha! There she is. Alice carefully picks her way over, stepping on something that gives a mighty squeak on the way.]

[autodidacticone]

[Kim is surrounded by a series of half-dismantled briefcases and suitcases, contents clearly already searched through. She finishes reclaiming a spring from a spring-loaded lock and pockets the screws before looking up at Alice.]

Hi.