Day 56: Bath and Beauty Shop (Early Afternoon)

[autophoenix]

Chatting with Peter had been reassuring and a sure way of grounding herself and shaking off the previous night. It was a reminder that she had to make what she could of the last part of this day before they got stuffed back inside. Which wasn't exactly admitting defeat or coming to terms with the low likelihood that they'd actually escape. It

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[mirthfulness]

[grabbing one cheerleader]Well now he was on his own again. That was a bit of a bummer, since he'd found Ax to be a friendly enough person to talk to. He'd been able to make good use of his Tasty Burger coupon at least, and was currently walking down the street licking a brightly colored cone of sherbet despite the chill air. Rainbow cream was rainbow cream, and who was he to pass up a miracle like that

[autophoenix]

At first, Claire wasn't positive he was talking to her. She turned her head slowly to look him over, and then awkwardly back at the lotion stand. When he didn't budge and no one else answered, she looked back towards him and hunched her shoulders a little in an awkward way, trying to decipher what any of that meant. Painted

[mirthfulness]

"Prongs." He held up one hand, wiggling his fingers. His prongs. It was obvious, right? Humans always had silly words for things. "What you all be grippin' shit with."

At her confession, he looked only mildly disappointed. There were others around to ask, so it wasn't as if he couldn't redirect his question. Why he'd want to go to a hardware store for face paint, however, he wasn't sure. Maybe humans sold things in different locations than he was used to? That was just going to make everything more confusing. Why would they want to do something like that?

"Face paint, sis. I need to get my motherfuckin' clown on." He traces around his eyes with a finger, then a larger mouth shape around his own. "You know what I mean? Whiteface and shit. I'm all up and naked faced and blasphemous to my religion."

[blood_and_pocky]

The field trip was moving at a crawl. Other than checking the town over, there was not much for him to do unless people of specific interest happened to shed some blood, enabling him to track them down. The girl remained his major priority, but he hadn’t spotted her or picked up on her blood scent; as to the latter, it was a bit harder a thing to do when there were hundreds of people in the area, a number of them with injuries of their own. However, even if at worst the girl had gotten a good look at him, there wasn’t much opportunity to announce it to a large number of people without shouting through the streets. No Institute meant no widely-read bulletin board. Well… there was one in the grocery store--Aidou had thought of that, though, and there’d been nothing when he’d checked. Which still left blabbing to individuals she met, but there wasn’t much to do about that, either. His abilities were mostly gone, as if having to find unwilling food in the first place wasn’t testament enough to that reality