FORTY-FOUR : scream until your heart stops

[wristsniper]

[HELLO, MAYFIELD! Here is your standard multiple-choice post. It will cover the duration of my slowatus--roughly one week

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SHOPPING

[hop_toit_udonge]

I always thought blue was the color best suited to you.

-The voice comes from not far off. A quick glance to the side would put the good doctor into view.-

Re: SHOPPING

[wristsniper]

[She quickly glances back, turning on a wry smile. She'll play the part of the perfect middle-aged housewife as she holds up two reasonably-priced evening dresses.]

Mrs. Kiske! How are you? The blue, you think?

[hop_toit_udonge]

-... Well well.-

Definitely. It brings out your eyes.

[wristsniper]

[Back to the mirror for a moment, scrutinizing the dress.]

I suppose I'll try it on, then. It's almost my anniversary, you know, so I thought I'd see if Saphir would take me out for a nice dinner.

Street

[miss_sniper]

[A Wild Hawkeye appears on the street]

Olivier!

Re: Street

[wristsniper]

[She pauses for a moment, looking up from her scrutiny of the sidewalk. She doesn't seem very... Olivier-like, does she?]

Riza?

[miss_sniper]

[She pauses for a moment and then nods. She's actually wearing a nice blue dress today. Her purse has her pistol. She's not sure if Olivier is droned or not.]

It's been a long time since I've seen you. I hope you're well.

[wristsniper]

[Lookin' pretty droned, hmm?]

Ahh, I've been busy... babysitting takes it out of you, at my age... Hahaha!

STREET

[electrowhipit]

[ He spots her from across the street and jogs over, waving ] Olivier! Thank Primus you're alive!

[wristsniper]

[Oh, god. Jolt. She doesn't want to lie to Jolt... Dammit. but the show must go on.]

Thank who?

[Polite wave.]

[electrowhipit]

Primus? Uh... God, I guess.

... Are you okay?

[wristsniper]

Oh, I didn't know you were going to church again! That's so good for you.

I'm fine! How are you?

apple tarts :|

[teh_sword]

[So a long long time ago, Olivier promised a certain someone that her house was open to him if things were bad. Admittedly, this meant if he pissed off his not-father and needed a place to lay low for a bit while things blew over. But, well. Things have been bad.

And as much as Ren knows intellectually that the Major General is not at all the sweet mothering type, being out of his own house is good and seeing all the faces he finds familiar is comforting.

Tap tap on the window frame, then.]

Major Gen...?

Re: apple tarts :|

[wristsniper]

[Pyro's kid. She'll act like she didn't hear the title, and will start humming to herself idly as she--rather stiffly--sprinkles cinnamon on top of the tarts she's just removed from the oven.]

[teh_sword]

[Admittedly? Ren doesn't know her very well. Then again, the few meetings (and likely numerous brushing pasts) indicate that something is... off in her behaviour. But she's making something the smells good and not actively attempting to threaten him into a corner. Consider him leeched on, whether she likes it or not.]

...smells real good. 's it a recipe from home...?

[wristsniper]

[Makes this all the easier.]

It's one that's been passed down for generations in my husband's family, of course! He's had to teach me how to cook~

Shopping!

[sting_like_a]

[It's been a long week, so Miakis has taken it upon herself to relax. Today, she's indulging her not-so-secret girly side with some shopping -- except there aren't many dresses in 1950s America that suit her tastes. She is beginning to look frustrated with this fact when she bumps into Olivier, at which point her annoyance disappears entirely because she is happy to see her sisbro alive. 8D]

Major General~! I knew they couldn't get rid of you that easily.

HOW DID I MISS THIS

[wristsniper]

[Olivier is comparing these white driving gloves to these nice brown ones, and she starts a bit exaggeratedly when Miakis comes up to her.]

Goodness! What are you going on about?

IDK I AM PRETTY MISSABLE?

[sting_like_a]

[Is the Major General smiling?

The Major General. Is smiling.

Holy shit dude. If Miakis knew what a camera was, she would be fervently wishing for one right about now.]

The other night, your house... [She trails off, looking a little lost. This is, oddly enough, the first time she's encountered the droning of someone she knows and likes, fake or not. As it turns out, it is very distressing! POUT.] Ah, well, it doesn't matter anymore, I guess.

...I like the brown ones~

I HAVE BEEN SO. OUT OF IT.

[wristsniper]

The brown ones? I like the white ones. They'd match my pearls, right?