Hundred Eleventh Explosion

[god_is_a_dude]

[Action]

[Naturally a bit forward-dating /kicks off event

Hi Luceti? You know how it's morning right now? Maybe like... five in the morning, tops, right now? Well, unfortunately, you sleep is going to be rudely interrupted by a loud and surprisingly deep CAAAAAAWWW coming from House 10. It echoes across a pretty wide area of the village,

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s-sorry about the delete'n'repost. blame chat.

[slaying]

[This morning, Buffy stepped outside and found she was wearing something very unlike her usual taste in fashion. She ran back in, got re-dressed, only to find that ten minutes later she was back in the same light pinkish purple travesty with a skirt-length that was giving her vertigo-like recollections of her highschool wardrobe.

So she hits the paths and intends to go bang on Spike's door in C2 when the forked path near House 10 catches her eye. Was that...God down there, chilling on a porch? Breaking off from her intended course and walking with stellar fierceness in those platformesque heels, Buffy chooses to investigate.

Peering:] Oh my God, Haruki? Is that you under all...that?

[god_is_a_dude]

[It's that good of costume? Wow, it seems kinda shitty to him (sans this fake beard), plus he's sitting here chilling with his rooster, Sekai] Huh? Of course it's me- [...That outfit. He snickers a little]

[slaying]

I know. [She doesn't even bother getting indignant over the snickering. Why bother? Totally not her fault.] It's the wig, isn't it? [She tugs at the reddish, strawberry-blonde hair] Whatever I do, I can't take it off. The one time I did get it off? It came back, like, seven minutes later.

[god_is_a_dude]

I would say it suits you, but I'm not sure it does. [To make that comment worse than he intended, the rooster pops in now with a chip that, because of Luceti animal translation will sound like a (surprisingly deep-voiced) "doesn't suit!" Haruki, rather than scolding the bird, beams at it]

But really? I mean, I can take this beard off. Comes back in like two minutes though.

[slaying]

Don't worry, I'm happier blonde and I'm well aware how very far I'm past the mini-dress. Nineteen-ninety-six was a long time ago. [She has resigned herself to simply accepting this costume. It could've been worse.]

Kind of like a two minute shadow, I guess.

[god_is_a_dude]

I dunno; I bet you could still pull off something like that in Tokyo, foreigner status aside.

[At least, he thinks. Don't quote him; he's not from Tokyo]

[slaying]

I'll try to remember that on the off-chance I ever go. [Which she will, less than a year from her current canon-point. With her one-night-stand-girlfriend Satsu the Vampire Slayer.]

[god_is_a_dude]

Right then. [...Her outfit is more familiar than that though. He keeps looking it over, feeling he might be missing something]

[slaying]

[She eyes him eying her.]...What? Is it the colour combo? 'Cause, I know...purple and green kinda take a while to get used to, visually.

[god_is_a_dude]

I think you might be dressed as someone from a TV show or something, but I can't put my finger on it.

[slaying]

You haven't figured it out yet? [A slight smirk of her own, now.] Hint? Let me know if you see a talking, cowardly dog around here.

[god_is_a_dude]

[ . . . ]

Whoa you're... the stick. Whatever her name was.

[slaying]

Daphne. Her name is Daphne.

[Frowning--the stick]

[god_is_a_dude]

Right, thanks. From the Scooby Doo show.

[slaying]

It makes me think the Malnosso might have a sense of humour hid somewhere deep amidst all their creeptasticness.

[god_is_a_dude]

Of course they do. That old guy's a horny bastard. [A pause and then he sighs] They just suck with jokes.