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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I'm not a demon! Who told you that?

[ sore spot, oops. ollie had failed to dodge the projectile wooden stick, and now bends to gingerly pick it up, holding it by the fat side between his thumb and forefinger. ]

...What the hell?

[saget]

Someone! [ oh no. lottie, don't lie. don't be a hero in a situation where you really don't need to be one. ] Someone with very good authority.

...and that's my stake. [ she holds a hand out, wiggling her fingers. ] Give it.

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[ he regards the stake for a moment. then looks up to lottie and makes the decision to grasp it more firmly, and hold it away from her. ]

No. You're gonna stab me with it, aren't you?

[ he's still obviously racking his brain, arm stretched behind him and away from her as he thinks. ]

[saget]

Not unless you're a vampire. Then I sort of have to stake you.

[ shrug. it's a shrug that's too casual, even for a casual shrug. (she has no idea what she's doing.) ]

Destiny and what not. Can't fight that. You know how it goes.

[ no, lottie. no they don't. ]