THREE.

Jan 31, 2010 00:35

[Night. That secret time known only villains and those who fight them for the sake of justice. And internet addicts. High above the sleeping village, a new heroine waits, ever vigilant. Soon, the first tendrils of darkness deeper than night will wrap around the unsuspecting citizens. Metaphorically. Probably. Anyway, she would be ready.

Except that Fenimore goes to bed too early for it to be a particularly "secret" hour. This secret hour is more "immediately after sunset." She is above the village, though, sort of, in that she is on the grocery store's roof, with a ladder (probably stolen from Walter) propped up against one side. Well, she's above the village that lives on the first floor of their buildings.

She's dressed in a coat based on that picture largely because it will never stop being adorable, ahem I mean, but sticking out underneath from the knees down are solid white stockings rather than the long dresses she normally wears. She's also holding a strange rod, though at the moment it's thrust under and arm as she rubs herself. This outfit is cold, even with a coat over top.

Nevertheless, be prepared, evildoers. Terrorize the village on her watch, and she will swing into action! ...Really, misdemeanors would be fine, too. It's really boring up here. She must have been up here for hours. Or twenty minutes, if you trust things like clocks rather than a bored girl's sense of time.]

[Note: replies will be slow to this, as I've gotten busier than I expected but don't want to miss making a post for the event. I'll get to them as best I can, but expect backdating.]

pratfalls are imminent, please drown in the ocean and vanish :), blame the drama cds, magical fenimore

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