open | one of those nights that started off so damn good.

[saget]

[ there's a tiny, five foot tall redhead (vibrant redhead) creeping down the corridors of the ship tonight. she's not exactly sneaky, and she's armed with a stake. that's right, a wooden stake that's clasped tightly in her right hand, looking more the picture of sheer nervousness than the lethal threat she has the very real potential to be. ]

Please be vampire weirdness, please be vampire weirdness. [ one might hear her chanting under her breath in the most hopeful voice she can muster through her fear and uncertainty.

careful, though! she may scream, run, or lunge if approached suddenly... or approached in general. possibly d) all of the above. ]

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[saget]

[ ...her everything itches. only, it's not her skin, it's like the layers of muscle beneath the skin. how that's even possible, she doesn't know. but it makes her feel antsy and has her bouncing on her feet, rocking from one heel to the other. ]

You know. Vampire weirdness. Vampires did this. Kidnapped a Slayer. They do that.

[ she has no idea if vampires are gutsy enough to kidnap slayers, but hey. hollywood would totally make that into a movie. she's rolling with it. maybe if she sounds like she knows what she's talking about, this maybe vamp will leave her alone or tell her where she can find a phone so she can call her mom. ]

[lavish]

[ marissa frowns. she's a lot of things, but kidnapper isn't one of them. also, slayer??????? ]

A vampire didn't kidnap you. The red door did.

[ it's still recent enough lottie can probably still see it wherever she first came through. a towering red door surrounded by nothing fog. marissa can't see it anymore, and she doesn't know when she will again. ]

... You've got some really cute hair. [ priorities, marissa. priorities. ]

[saget]

Don't blame this on a door!

[ oh sure, lottie. believe in the vampires when you've yet to see a real one, but dismiss the door thing. one of these things is crazier than the other~♫ ]

Really, you think so? [ in spite of herself, she grins and reaches up with the hand not holding the stake to rake her fingers through her bright red locks. ] My mom's trying to get me to dye it back, but that's not happening.

[lavish]

Well. Who else am I to blame?

[ vampires are real, sure, but even this goes beyond their abilities. or does it? marissa is still new at the whole being-a-vampire thing. not too new that she hasn't managed to control the urge to eat everyone in sight, but new enough she doesn't know everything there is to learn about being one. ]

I do! It's unique. [ it sets her apart, and while marissa can never imagine doing something so bold herself, she can appreciate it in others. ] I promise I'm more interested in your hair than I am in hurting you.

[ for what it's worth. ]

[saget]

[ lottie grabs a handful of too red hair and sniffs it, taking in a great whiff as if she's trying to determine whether her hair smells different or appealing somehow now that she's a slayer. isn't she supposed to be like, extra tasty to vampires? shelley said something about that, but lottie hadn't been paying attention... she probably should've, but she got math face whenever slayer details were babbled at her, eyes glazing over like mrs. gutierrez was explaining trigonometric functions. ]

...well, it's mine and you can't have it.