35 - backdated to before New Year's
[Natsuki is heading back into her room, her dog at her heels. Of course, she would never suspect that something disastrous has happened on an untold and horrible magnitude.
The door swings open and she stares in shock at the ransacked room. The oblivious dog happily trots over to his bed as she picks her way across the room and...notices that there's something amiss with the closet. The door is ajar, a lone bra visible on the floor. And her lingerie is never on the floor. Ever.
With trepidation, she slowly eases the door open. An empty closet greets her, where a massive and carefully organized lingerie collection used to reside.
...
...
...
She heads back into her room, towards the table where her journal is sitting.]
YOU BASTARD. GIVE ME BACK MY COLLECTION BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN.
[and then there's a strangled scream as she throws the journal onto the floor]
[[ooc: Her lingerie collection's gone, thanks to Spike's loss. Open over journal and in person! Somebody stop her before she gets too trigger happy.]]
The door swings open and she stares in shock at the ransacked room. The oblivious dog happily trots over to his bed as she picks her way across the room and...notices that there's something amiss with the closet. The door is ajar, a lone bra visible on the floor. And her lingerie is never on the floor. Ever.
With trepidation, she slowly eases the door open. An empty closet greets her, where a massive and carefully organized lingerie collection used to reside.
...
...
...
She heads back into her room, towards the table where her journal is sitting.]
YOU BASTARD. GIVE ME BACK MY COLLECTION BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN.
[and then there's a strangled scream as she throws the journal onto the floor]
[[ooc: Her lingerie collection's gone, thanks to Spike's loss. Open over journal and in person! Somebody stop her before she gets too trigger happy.]]