Plank Sinatra

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Aaaaaand last but not least, we have the Dame of Diversity herself making an appearance! Still on the road, but posting schedule should be totally normal after this.

(aaaaand if you're dying to know what this cutie thinks of your characters, relations sheet is coming tonight as well!)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

It seemed that this Slayer had been weighing heavily on the minds of the others since their encounter last night. To Dana Griese, it was a boring rehash of details half of them couldn't understand or had been too banged up to properly note, mixed with scraps of arcane lore that could be interpreted in a dozen different ways, none of which were immediately helpful. This Slayer was like receiving one puzzle piece and being asked to use it to track down another 249. Until it became an immediate threat, who gave a crap?

Besides, there had been bloodstains on her clothes last night. Bloodstains.

She had been so furious that she'd plunged a shin guntō right through the top of the dryer she and Victoria had gotten on the cheap from a few college students hocking their apartment furnishings at the end of last summer. She had no idea when they would run into undergrads with good dryers again, and she was constantly chided by Victoria for losing her temper at the appliance...but she hated when bloodstains wouldn't come out.

Kisama...

Damn Slayer. Or whatever the depraved creature who got her rocks off on saving them last night had been. One thing was certain, though.

Dana's head jolted up at the mention of Sailor Moon, and she couldn't hold back a scoff.

"Sailor Moon? Hmmph."

The American nerd was a far less pathetic genus than the otaku of her homeland. But sometimes it was still jarring.

"Maybe. Devil Hunter Yohko. With more eyeliner. Who cares."

Something out there that could kill vampires wasn't the most special thing in the world; lots of people could kill vampires, and they hadn't all been girls on the cusp of applying for college. Yet nonetheless...the prowess on display last night had been damn cool.

"I want to...box," the Japanese hunter slowly sounded out, "...this Slayer. Someday, when no vampires...I hope we can street fight her."

If she was one of those that refused to raise a fist against humans, Dana would probably bawl. If this girl was a fixture in the sleepy town that the young Japanese fixer had found herself in, there were many areas where her prodigal skills would need testing. The grand arena of the shopping mall, the hyperkinetic action movie go-times of laser tag...her closet would certainly need inspecting...

But mostly the street fighting.

"I hope I can street fight her."

Dana sighed wistfully and crossed her legs from atop the table where she perched, the buffer separating Victoria from the rest of the group - just as her role demanded.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

"Heyo, man meat. You're looking pretty criss cross applesauce. All tenderized. Harachachacha."

A Daisukegg-and-cheese McMuffin would probably totally turn her off of McGriddles. She'd have to give it a tri. She'd have to be trycurious.

Like Bowie or Prince.

Speaking of, holy crap, Prince was dead. What a killer year already. Kimiko had her bets on a Beatle next; she'd long since learned to stop bleeding away any cosmic currency she had on betting on one of those speedball-pickled chavs from the Rolling Stones to shuffle off the farm to the great Muddy Waters concert in the skies.

Prince, though, man.

Kimiko hoped there wasn't gonna be a succession crisis before she was old enough to claim his throne.

Whichever throne Prince sat on, anyway...

"Thanks, Hitomi," Kimiko said casually through a bite of McGriddle, before she pulled the food away from her mouth and waved the breakfast sandwich at the guy ogling them. "Heyo guy. You some kinda Warhol or something? Cause ya sure are eying me and Hitomi's cans."

There was no accusation in the tone at all. It just sounded like she was waiting for a chance to use the line all her life and had finally found the perfect opportunity.

@Krayzikk @Kafka Komedy @Write

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I'd be for that!

Starting to draft up my first post now since I couldn't get a lot of sleep. Should still be done from the road - some time in the next twelve hours.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Right now my plan is a post after @Krayzikk. Not sure on @Plank Sinatra, so they can catch up later.

@Ruby

I get home tomorrow afternoon, but if you can hold off and let me post after @Krayzikk, I can definitely get an intro done from my iPhone by tomorrow morning. My relations sheet will have to wait until I get back, though.

Persona - Academic Akrasia

"Go by the name of the King Adrock, rock, super educated, I'm smarter than Spock, Spock..."

Kimiko was in the process of doing the morning shift bro's job for him - again. She had taken her customary breakfast order of three bacon, egg and cheese McGriddles, a large cup for Coke, and all the necessary ingredients for improvised fry production - or, as the menu so callously advertised them, 'hash browns.' Kimiko found no purpose in hashing them, and didn't care much for their color. What mattered is that they were ambiguously spudlike, and could be shredded up into thin strips that vaguely resembled her favorite food. So, while her McGriddles were still being prepared, Kimiko had taken the false tubers and begun her process, tearing the hash browns into five or six jagged strips, and then breaking each strip in half, until she could properly simulate an order of fries.

It was soothing work. Pretty boring, but the end result would be worth it.

Plus she didn't have any other plans for the day.

Should she get a job at McDonald's?

A little extra money never hurt...

But if Kimiko got a job, and was suddenly beholden to a schedule, how would she be--

"Commander-sama?"

"Every time you hear me you will agree, ain't nobody like the K.I.D., D..." she mumbled nonchalantly, too absorbed to look up at the approaching ethereal goofball. "Heya, Hitomi-chan. Take a seat and tell me when they call for my McGriddles. Do you want some fries?"

She waved a greasy piece of hash brown at the girl in clinical, characteristically detached greeting.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

I'm gonna be traveling for the next couple week, and I don't want to unpack my laptop when I'm with family unless it's necessary, so my relations writeup - and responses to most of the PMs people have sent me about Dana - will probably be on hold until Saturday or Sunday night. After that my posting should be somewhat regular again in time for the start of the IC.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

<Snipped quote by NarayanK>

I half expected to find out you'd drawn her grabbing Ben's ass after reading Plank's post.

@Guess Who

Nara, I think you know what to do

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

"Huh?"

Lauren turned to her left to catch a glimpse of the ivory-on-ivory figure of Amy Desire drifting up beside her. She was clearly still confused - probably adjusting to being called Lorena without the succeeding words being some variation of "did you steal that car" or "why is this girl out cold" - but it quickly cleared up, along with her surly demeanor, at Amy's question.

"Oh, you'll love Pops!" she exclaimed. "He's pretty chill, always an open-minded type-a guy, taught me everything I know about everything! He also taught me never to get trapped by a stripper, come to think of it...but if I say you're cool, he'll know you're cool!"

She nudged Amy's side, underneath her right arm, with an elbow with a roguish grin.

"Trust me, Desire, the only person you need to worry about flaying your clothes off ain't no threat to you today. Not with Pope Benjamin telling me I have to do forty Hail Marys and carry a crucifix from here to Redwood before I get to be a real girl again." She made a half-hearted kick at the back of Ben's knee before her Scroll buzzed. Reaching down into her shirt and withdrawing the device, she read the text with eyebrows that arched together faintly as she went along:

Sender: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1]
Recipient: Roarin' Lauren Negasi
Message: Hey. Uh, this is Stella. By any chance do you have my credit card?

I need it back.

Gulp.

It wasn't between her boobs.

Lauren patted down the pockets of Ben's stolen jeans, trying to make sure that she hadn't slipped her best friend the Survival professor's stolen credit card in her drunken stupor Friday night. But no dice.

Just to be sure, she reached over and squeezed Ben's ass, two handed, to check for a card. No card.

Her jacket, maybe?

Lauren leaned over and peeked down the front of her favorite piece of clothing, peering between her teammate's boobs in hopes of finding a limitless credit card tucked safely in the hawk Faunus' chest.

But no dice.

G u l p.

Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi
Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1]
Message:

I'll keep an eye out!

"Check the pockets, will ya, babe?" she asked casually. "Did I leave a candy bar in there or something? I'm feeling peckish."

Persona - Academic Akrasia

Yeah, just let me know what your character would think of Kimiko or if you care what she'd think of them, just hit me up.