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*is still in her outfit from the masquerade, drops down into a chair in her room*
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Masquerade tonight. Little Sanders bitch brought my headaches back, but I will be fine.
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Deidre and Willow are waiting on the terrace, with one of the minions awaiting Jason's arrival at the mansion's main entrance.
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Well, Deedee's...breathing properly, at least. It'll scar, but she should be all right. I need to deal with whoever it was that thought they could attack my clone.
Now the question is, do I keep her around or do I send her home?
Hm.
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Deidre, delighted to have a guest, has made sure her lab is tidied up from the last experiment. Each subject (two men, four women) is locked up neatly in their cages. She double-checks the locks, and makes sure they're all alive and physically well -- the ones that have already been experimented on actually flinch as she passes, the two that have ( Read more... ) -
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Deidre sits on one of the benches along the side of what she's set up as her 'laboratory', watching the minions escort her prisoners in ( Read more... ) -
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Fear gas. What an interesting little idea.
Why, I think I'm inspired.
But I've got my own projects to work on before I can start looking into anybody else's progress.
*snaps her fingers* You, and...you. *points at two minions* Go. Sunnydale morgue. I want those cheerleaders.
I have a little surprise to start working on...