MINGLING POST

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]


[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

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[ladiesss]

[wheezed:] Oh, you know.

[she kind of half-heartedly shoves the unsorted half of her stuff back into an old little cardboard box. it does look like some human bones in here again, mostly small things, but there are also equal parts buttons and coins and even a long-dead pocketwatch.]

Just sorting dead people.

[tabbytastic]

[leaning to peek at the collection, ignoring that whole personal space ting. And kind of making a face]

...What about stamp-collecting? Or like... knitting...

[ladiesss]

[scrunching up as small as she can near the corner of her desk to gain back some of said personal space.]

I tried knitting once. It was too hard.

[tabbytastic]

[reaching to maybe... try pulling the box closer...]

What about crocheting? ...Isn't that the one with the little hooks--?

[ladiesss]

[no way, she takes the box and pulls it back towards herself. B(]

It's not a hobby. It's my job, okay?

[tabbytastic]

[fine whatever, she'll just lean on the desk and creep from here]

Maybe that's the problem. [because, apparently, there is a problem] You need a hobby.

[ladiesss]

Oh. [...] I have a hobby.

But it's not gonna... distract from, you know...

[...after a moment of thought, she just shoves the box towards Tabby to see if it'll get her to back off any. :/]

[tabbytastic]

[...yep. despite her having just tried to pull the box closer to look into it... she totally startles and jumps back, like a spooked cat.]

--Hey!

[ladiesss]

[HEH, victory.]

Why are you so spooked by this stuff, huh?

[tabbytastic]

Because, you little bitch-- [eegh, words getting snarled with a lot more venom than she usually uses. it's getting away from her a little bit, there] --you don't fucking mess around with with dead shit!

[just give her a second to (unnecessarily) breathe]

[ladiesss]

...I don't mess around with dead things.

[oh. she looks... really kind of angry at that. and not like typical teenage Krista angry, but like some deeper, more mature kind of angry. she takes her box back, setting it to the side.]

I perform the last wishes of the dead.

[tabbytastic]

[funny how that real anger kind of comes out of nowhere, huh?]

Whatever. [growling] You dig them up and keep them in a creepy little box, and who knows what else.

[ladiesss]

Actually, these just haven't been sorted into my museum yet.

[...slinks down in her chair. a little smug again.]

And most of them were never buried, F Y I.

[tabbytastic]

[whoops... something about that was apparently the wrong thing to say.

a hand goes up to the side of her own head, fingers digging into a fist with a sudden snarl. She's also stepping forward again, into too-close territory again]

Museum... a fucking collector...

[ladiesss]

...Whoa that got creepy.

[just rolls the fuck away in her rolly chair. :|]

[tabbytastic]

[that is probably an excellent idea. Space is a good thing right now.

She's just... going to stand there and growl at her for a minute, slowly pulling herself back together. Gotta give the Beast a moment to calm the fuck back down.]

[ladiesss]

[she is absolutely ready to rip her apart or set her on fire at any second... but aside from that, is just going to wait patiently several feet away with her hands in her lap.

...because wow, she'd just been trying to creep her out, not send her into a manic rage.]

...So yeah, not talking about that sounds good.

[tabbytastic]

[vampires are nothing but piles of fun when it comes to rage triggers. And this kind is particularly funny about having those buttons pushed.

There's obviously something ugly spinning around in her head, making it out in the way one hand clenches a couple of times... but she ends up wrestling it back and pushing it toward the door.]

--Fuck this.

[she shakes it off, tosses her previously wound-up hand in the air, and turns toward the door. She needs to go find something fun to do. Unwind before something bad happens. She needs to go walk it off.]

[ladiesss]

[welp. she will just slowly... roll back to her table, then.

this'll probably be trouble later, but at least... she's gone for now, she guesses.

ugh, what a weirdo.]