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maskormenacelogs2016-11-02 12:29 am
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-02 12:29 am
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( closed ) London calling to the zombies of death
WHO: Sarissa & Sarah.
WHERE: Casa de Chaos, Heropa.
WHEN: Halloween
WHAT: super amazing and awesome costume preparations
WARNINGS: default language warning, anything else to be added.
( Sarissa's only just made it out of the shower when she hears the door opening - cause for a alarm, potentially, except that she'd fully anticipate the sound of the door swinging open to be accompanied by Sarah's voice about eighty percent of the time even if she didn't have a key. Call it chaos twin intuition.
She's wrapped up in a towel and ruffling her hair - falling in heavy, wet waves instead of its normal tamed straightness - with another towel as she pads across the wooden floors and in Sarah's direction. )
Hey hey.
( Mendel is sitting in his aviary, one claw grasping the perch as he holds onto some apple with the other, and Sarissa pauses to make clicky sounds at him before resuming her wander towards Sarah. He may or may not be wearing a pirate hat, and Sarissa may think it's simultaneously adorable and terrible. )
Ready for the most pointless holiday of them all? ( Ah, yes. The Scrooge of Halloween is afoot. Just as well Cosima is the one organising things - or any clone, for that matter - otherwise she'd probably refuse to comply at all. )
WHERE: Casa de Chaos, Heropa.
WHEN: Halloween
WHAT: super amazing and awesome costume preparations
WARNINGS: default language warning, anything else to be added.
( Sarissa's only just made it out of the shower when she hears the door opening - cause for a alarm, potentially, except that she'd fully anticipate the sound of the door swinging open to be accompanied by Sarah's voice about eighty percent of the time even if she didn't have a key. Call it chaos twin intuition.
She's wrapped up in a towel and ruffling her hair - falling in heavy, wet waves instead of its normal tamed straightness - with another towel as she pads across the wooden floors and in Sarah's direction. )
Hey hey.
( Mendel is sitting in his aviary, one claw grasping the perch as he holds onto some apple with the other, and Sarissa pauses to make clicky sounds at him before resuming her wander towards Sarah. He may or may not be wearing a pirate hat, and Sarissa may think it's simultaneously adorable and terrible. )
Ready for the most pointless holiday of them all? ( Ah, yes. The Scrooge of Halloween is afoot. Just as well Cosima is the one organising things - or any clone, for that matter - otherwise she'd probably refuse to comply at all. )