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[callhousekeeping]

WHO: Countess and JPM
WHERE: The Castile
WHEN: Earlier this month
WHAT: contagions make affection a not-just-one-way thing?
WARNINGS: assholes, murders, vampires, etc

She blames the quiet. It's unusually quiet this morning.

That's the reason she goes off looking for him, eventually winding up in the wine cellar, where she is unsurprised to find him occupied with a victim. What else would he be doing? Hotel owning business??? Don't be ridiculous.

"Having fun?" she asks, looking half interested as she runs her fingers along the bottles before she picks one out. "You must be the only one not feeling sluggish today. Not a peep throughout the rest of the whole hotel."

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Not sluggish at all. March is in full gear! He's made a damn good copy of his old outfit, and that familiar mask is what greets her when he looks up from what he's currently doing.

"Hello, darling!" Ever chipper in her presence, he moves to take up a canister of acid from a shelf. His current project is in a tub for a reason and only groans faintly as March begins to pour it all over a now useless body. "I am indeed, I am indeed! No jewels or money on this one, I'm afraid. Nothing but lies and debt."

Glug glug glug, groan becoming more of a whine, March's compassion soaring deeper into the negatives.