[backdated to the night of the party]

[notvitiligo]

[The idea had been good: don't partake of the refreshments, don't get the almost certain psychoactive effects from them. But she'd run out of her drink, and she'd gotten stupid and careless, and now she's back in her room and feeling a Very Strong Urge to do something incredibly stupid. The Vine is not helping; every time she tries pacing to another part of the room to distract herself, it follows, rustling its leaves hopefully. She finally stops and gives it a Look.]

...you really have it in for me, don't you?

[And, with a sigh, she gives in.]

[filtered to Sephiroth]
Hey, um... Sephiroth? Are you up? (Assuming this works and I'm not calling... Tenshi or something...)