For lastvoyages: Tenth Hex [video+spam]
[Wanda is in a disconcerting lack of tight patent leather clothing--thigh high boots, corset, boy shorts under a miniscule ruffly skirt and opera gloves--almost entirely in black save for red collar, piping and laces. Her lipstick is black and she smirks at the camera.]
So, it seems we've got a major shitstorm brewing. How interesting. Anybody feel like popping popcorn and taking bets on who kicks it?
[Private for Tony]
So. Somebody messed with my head. You know what? I'm fucking leaving it. I like who I am.
So...howsabout that power upgrade?
[Private for Luke]
Mmmn. You're the best, babe. I'm still sore.
[Private for Franklin]
That goddamn veintease Rayne. I'm comin' over. I need the bite and a few swallows from you.
[Spam for Post Franklin]
[Damn it! She had hoped to spend her evening with a nice buzz on from both V and being bitten. Instead she had been fangblocked by Franklin's stupid morals. Bored and unsatisfied, she stalked the hallways on the long way up to the Deck, seeing what sort of interesting trouble she could get herself into.]
So, it seems we've got a major shitstorm brewing. How interesting. Anybody feel like popping popcorn and taking bets on who kicks it?
[Private for Tony]
So. Somebody messed with my head. You know what? I'm fucking leaving it. I like who I am.
So...howsabout that power upgrade?
[Private for Luke]
Mmmn. You're the best, babe. I'm still sore.
[Private for Franklin]
That goddamn veintease Rayne. I'm comin' over. I need the bite and a few swallows from you.
[Spam for Post Franklin]
[Damn it! She had hoped to spend her evening with a nice buzz on from both V and being bitten. Instead she had been fangblocked by Franklin's stupid morals. Bored and unsatisfied, she stalked the hallways on the long way up to the Deck, seeing what sort of interesting trouble she could get herself into.]