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[clocksandroses]

Who: Drama, anybody.
When: Day 1, Night
Where: Drama
What: PILLOWFORT

[ What happens when you allow a former Teal access to blankets, pillows, and mattresses?

FORTS. FORTS HAPPEN.

Which is to say: Coco has transformed her room into a den of cosiness, and if you're team, a friend of the team, or a friend of a friend of the team, you're (probably) welcome to crawl in and make yourself at home. ]

Comments

[carptricks]

[His reply is a complete and utter deadpan, muffled by his face in the mattress]

Dead as a doornail.

[anoblecaws]

Oh, sweet!

[Henry picks up one of his arms, and then lets it drop on the ground again.]

Man, look at all this blood.

[carptricks]

[stilllll not moving]

How ever are you going to clean it up?

[anoblecaws]

Well, firstly, I'm thinking of using it for finger-painting.

[carptricks]

How good of a masterpiece do you think you can make with only the color red?

[anoblecaws]

Well, I mean, all art is more artsy when you do it with blood. It's rule one of finger-painting school.

[carptricks]

[Flops onto his side and gives Henry a vaguely amused look]

Who founded this finger-painting school? You?

[anoblecaws]

Excuse you. Henry the artisan finger-painter and Henry the demented dark mage are two completely different people.

[Hee hee!]

[carptricks]

S'that so? You didn't tell me you had a split personality thing going on.

[Lightly teasing]

[anoblecaws]

I might! I'm not really sure. It's hard to keep your memory straight when you black out every so often and wake up in a completely different situation.

But as a master finger-painter and also a mature adult, I'll be ju~st fine.

[carptricks]

[. . . amused snort]

And we're bound to believe the words of a mature adult, right?

[anoblecaws]

Absolutely.

[Quiet snickering.]

[carptricks]

Just make sure you clean up when you're finished, all right?

[anoblecaws]

Of course I will! Wouldn't want anyone to slip and land face-first in a puddle of blood~