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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[fulmen]

[ oh no indeed. ]

There's a laundry below deck! If we hurry maybe we can get it out.

[ just let her get this apron off and clean up their mess quick first. ]

[saget]

[ lottie has completely forgotten about the potential vampire crisis and his stuffing her stake in the back pocket of her jeans so she can gingerly haul the blouse over her head. it's okay, she has a spaghetti strap underneath. but clearly, saving this blouse is more important than maybe getting bitten. if she gives this back to maria stained, she will be dead. no ifs, ands, or buts: dead.

rip little lottie, we knew her well. if only she hadn't ruined maria's shirt. ]

[fulmen]

[ no greater crisis than that of the potential ruin of a friend's favorite shirt! ]

Are you new? You should be more careful when exploring the ship-- there are actually many people living here. Come on.

[ when she finally stands back up, mess conquered, makoto smile warmly down at lottie to try to soften her warning a little. it took her some getting used to when she first arrived, too. then she starts to lead the redhead toward the nearest elevator. ]

[saget]

[ there's something very slayer-y about this girl. (as if charlotte's been chosen long enough to be able to label someone slayerish in any way.) that commanding, yet reassuring attitude, is what has lottie trailing after her in spite of her better stranger danger judgement. she's a vampire slayer. she can handle things if they go south, right? ]

So, you've, um, been here a while?

[fulmen]

[ right! with a helping hand of thunder and flowers, too ;) ]

A little while, yes. It's shocking at first, but you get used to it after awhile.

[ she peeks behind her after pressing the DOWN button, to make sure lottie's close enough to get on with her, and then steps inside. ]

What's your name? I'm Makoto. [ she doesn't bother reaching for a handshake -- between how jumpy the girl is, the informal manner of most of the residents of the ship, and having to balance the remaining treats? makoto figures it's for the best to keep it very casual for now. ]

[saget]

[ good call, mako-chan. probably not a good idea to shake hands with a vampire slayer who doesn't yet have a handle on her spider-sense when you're all senshi-ified. no clue how that would even go over -- but let's not ask joss. let's just make shit up, because our headcanon > whatever joss thinks he's doing these days. ]

Charlotte. Menotti. Charlotte Menotti. Your name sounds really Japanese.

[ ...which is probably a seriously rude thing to say. especially since a few hours worth of toonami on saturday nights probably doesn't constitute as having japan knowledge of any kind. ]

Mine's Italian. Very Italian. Menotti — sounds like a pasta brand, and my hair looks like tomato sauce. I'm, like, some sort of special at Olive Garden.