[introduction] Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife!

[muchapoptosis]

 'Alright.'

A shiver goes through the length of her body. 'But I don't want to wake up just yeeet--'. She doesn't like her own whiny voice; perhaps they should have adjusted her vocal cords just a touch differently? Huh. She definitely must talk to her father.

Another shiver, and her head convulses on the rubber pillow. Thud. Wait. That should be a

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[muchapoptosis]

"Yeah." She's still angry, though not as confused. Most of the Zydrate effect is gone by now so she can think clearly again. So if Richard has his pack of cigarettes on display, she'll say, "Asking you for a smoke."

Sure ^^. Anything that works for you, really. It should be later for Amber as well, so--.

[muchapoptosis]

"Whatever." She waves a hand in dismissal. Anything works. So she grabs a cigarette and waits for the fire, perhaps leaning on the porch in her usual cheaply provocative way.

[skewedeyes]

Felix turns from the kitchen with a bit of a jump, but by the time he is looking at the...rather scantily clad woman on the floor of the main room, his expression is back under control, and he is eying her with a kind of...academic curiosity. And perhaps just a little amusement.

"Interesting practitioners you appear to have been going to, madame."

With eyebrows. Of course.

[muchapoptosis]

She hears the voice and stops hitting. After all, she has a brand to represent; what the hell, etc.

So Amber leans on her elbow, just slightly so.

"Who exactly do you think you're talking to-- huh." Fiiine neck line. She wonders. Maybe switch? "No idea what you're talking about. I was supposed to be somewhere else."

[skewedeyes]

"I mean, darling," Felix says, still seeming faintly amused, "That I have never seen anyone visit a ...normal...practitioner with what amounts to-" Delicate cough. "A frame."

[muchapoptosis]

By this time she already made it on her feet, albeit wobbly.

"You mean this?" she gestures at her outfit. "This is designer's stuff, baby. Customized. Works out wonders for your boobs."

[mostcraftiest]

Curufin's face is, if you'll pardon the cliche, like a brooding storm. He's wandered back inside, and we doubt it was voluntary (Caranthir probably had something to do with it) and stalks over the threshold and stops because there is an approximately half naked woman on the floor.

What the fuck, first of all, and secondly, I did not need this in my life. His lip curls in obvious disdain. "For - can no woman go about this place without feeling the need to present herself as a whore? --Get out of my sight!"

Diplomatic? Ohhh yes. Still pretty, though.

[muchapoptosis]

She's still laying on her back and looking confused, albeit enraged, so--.

"Well if you want me gone send me back, you moron," she mutters, her new vocal cords still too weak to utter a new scream so quickly after the first one.

The whore doesn't even touch her; she's probably used to it.

[mostcraftiest]

List of things not to do around Curufin: insult his father, compare him to Morgoth andcetera, and call him a moron. This his I will crush you face. Also known as his no expression face. "If I want you gone I will kill you," he says, smoothly. "Now move, or you'll move in pieces."

Ahhh, how good it feels to release some pent up aggression at someone who doesn't deserve it at all. Or only a little.

[muchapoptosis]

"Pieces." Amber actually scrambles on her legs, and looks amused. There's a vacant look in her eyes. "I think I've been there before."

[notuptomygenes]

Shilo's not feeling well, her dreams last night were disturbing and she woke up with the worst headache she'd ever had with her life, but now she's ventured out in search of something light to eat. She's stopped short though when she hears the familiar voice and she stares when she sees that it's really Amber Sweet standing there. She's not sure how the woman would react to her, she doesn't know that Amber doesn't remember what occured at the Genetic Opera.

[muchapoptosis]

Can we assume that this happens later, and the confusion is already gone, hence Amber can be her real self? ^^

She's restless now-- there's a crave within her to do something, anything. She'll sit down, then get up, walk a few steps, then sit down again. Frown, lighten up, and frown again. Tap her foot.

And then, she notices Shilo. Up goes a perfectly groomed eyebrow. The slip of a girl looks familiar, somehow. Ugh. Graverobber, her bodyguards were there, she was on to get her usual dose and--.

"I know you." She points.

[notuptomygenes]

Yeah, sounds good to me.

"...Yeah. Um, I'm Shilo. I don't think we were ever...actually introduced." And the closest they'd come to actually speaking was when Amber handed her that magazine while gloating about Blind Mag's fate...not really the best of times.

[muchapoptosis]

"Shilo." A wistful nod. "Odd-- but it fits, somehow." She's studying her carefully now, head to toe, and probably creeping her out. "Maybe you'll know a way out of here? I was actually supposed to be somewhere else."

[hero0fjustice]

As busy as I am, I CANNOT resist interacting with Amber Sweet, omg.

He'd thought the excitement was over.
As usual, he was wrong.

As he turns abruptly from the staircase to head down another hall, Miles nearly trips over a woman just lying on the floor! As if that weren't strange enough, the moment she opens her eyes, she starts screaming.

Stunned by this turn of events (and this woman's attire), all he can manage with his hands over his ears is to ask, "What is the meaning of this?" Instinctive glare included, of course.

[muchapoptosis]

*grins* Well. It is doable. Basically we'll ignore everything that happened so far and if something really important occurs I can always alter the timeline so that it fits.

"I said I need a fucking NURSE! Don't you understand English?!"

[hero0fjustice]

Sorry. ^^;; and thanks. I just love this movie. ^^

Miles cringes. I'll bet you need a nurse... he thinks to himself.

"Yes, yes, I hear you... Just wondering why you are lying in the middle of the hallway and how you got here, though undoubtedly that is part of why you would need a nurse. Do you think you can stand?" He offers a hand to help her up.

[muchapoptosis]

Ohhh no worries, all is fine and typist is easy ♥

She leans on his hand but will pull away from him as soon as she's on her own feet again. "How the fuck am I supposed to know how I got here?!" she snaps, while checking her clothes to see if they've been damaged. "I was in surgery. I woke up hear. End of story. Boo-hoo."