[See Faye.

See Faye pissed off.

See Faye pissed off because there is PAINT SPILLED DOWN HER FRONT. Because someone left it lying around where they shouldn't have. Despite being told at least a hundred times to keep it out of the damn kitchen.]

Alex!

[Do you hear the dangerousness in that tone? ... Someone has some 'splaining to do.]

[Faye isn't stupid. She's been here long enough to know that, when the Animus get up to their stupid shenanigans, these things tend to appear on Sunday and disappear the following Sunday. Like clockwork. Since it's Saturday, this damn flashing heart bubble is most likely going to go away tomorrow, and so all she should do is wait patiently ( Read more... )

[As what tends to happen bimonthly in this place, Faye hates her life. But this particular little stunt by the Animus might top them all.

Why? As of this morning, Faye's normal wardrobe, that ridiculous yellow get-up she insists on wearing all the time, has disappeared and is nowhere to be found. (But not for a lack of trying... in fact, she's ( Read more... )

[The second apocalypse is upon us, Adstringendum.

When Faye Valentine woke up this morning, she decided to stop smoking. And drinking. And gambling. And cheating. And partaking in general dishonesty. Why? Because these are not the sorts of behaviors that any upstanding young woman such as herself should engage in. The Animus have really ( Read more... )