"Oh my God, this is the weirdest display of post-coital affection ever."

[iwannabethe]

Mix three hyperactive, sexually-excitable demigods (demigodlike things) together and you have a recipe for crack

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[invertedtoo]

Rain's wearing a little number that's something like this, though it's now covered with colored writing (and probably some of her skin, too).

She's currently working on writing "PROPERTY OF RAIN HANNELE PENDERGAST-SATAN" in bright green letters with an arrow pointing towards Tona's crotch. A similar statement's already been written on Ky, though in bright orange.

[iwannabethe]

For the sake of notation (since the outfit's half the fun), Tona's standing still and genderbending in something like this, his corset mostly undone and halfway around his waist, standing proudly with a wide smile on his face.

"I'm smiling," he explains, without being asked, "Because you would make a smoking hot dominatrix."

[invertedtoo]

"I'd make a smoking hot anything," Rain grins, mostly joking, finishing up what she's currently writing with a flourish. She stands back up, setting a hand on her hip to contemplate what to write next.

[iwannabethe]

*and since we're lazy, let's have a switch into asterisks, shall we?* *grins* True. Here, hold still. Your turn. *places a hand squarely on her right breast, fingers spread, and outlines it in red; inside the outline, he writes "TONA WAS HERE"*

[sinner_eve]

*just happens to wander in at just the right (wrong?) time and lo, is now clad in a white version of the icon*

... Oh fuck, what did I walk into?

[heavensbowed]

*brightly -- Eve ought to feel free to note the aforementioned graffiti around his crotch, as well as assorted other doodles on his person (some by Ky himself; he may or may not have written a few stanzas of the Inferno down his left arm)* Your doom. *salutes with a lime green Sharpie* Hi, Eve.

[sinner_eve]

*has noticed this, and is having a very difficult time deciding whether to look away or stare until she's read all of it (but oh, who are we kidding, of course she's going to look)*

I feel so dirty in white.

*salutes him with a cigarette* Hey Ky. Do I want to know?

[heavensbowed]

*beams; and now that the typist has stopped being lazy, we've determined that he's in this* We're just having fun. Sharpies plus lingerie equals awesome and all that. *and he'll lean over in order to draw a lime green smiley face somewhere at the vicinity of her hip*

[waragainstfaith]

*and here, my friends, is a Dio, in an all-white version (except the heels, those can stay black) of this little number, looking distinctly pissed off as he realizes where he is* All right, what the hell?

[heavensbowed]

*...bursts out laughing, because while this might be traumatizing for anyone else, he's himself, really* Well, that's something you don't see every day.

[waragainstfaith]

*...and proceeds to facepalm* I've been in a corset before, but this is a step up. What the fuck are you three doing and why are you so damn naked?

[heavensbowed]

We're having fun and why the hell not? *beams* Come over here and let me draw on your corset.

[brinzhurter]

Have a Jeff. In one of these.

Turning bright red. And squeaking.

[iwannabethe]

Have a Tona, looking concerned (and still corseted). "Um, you okay? You're kind of--" Young, terrified, and out of place.

*>=O*

[brinzhurter]

"I.. Um. I. . Uh... whathappened?"

[iwannabethe]

"You're in a-- very sweet-looking little nightie. That's not so bad, in the long run. Um. I'm guessing you don't like it." He smiles apologetically. "Would you like a Sharpie?"

[feelsobohemian]

And here is a Richard, now in white boxers and a white undershirt, looking a bit befuddeled. He shrugs, though, and goes with it. "Looks like a party!"

[iwannabethe]

"Hi," Tona says with a vague wave, fist full of markers. "Kind of, but no cake. Want one?"

[feelsobohemian]

"Well parties can be had without cake, they're just less yummy." Richard bounced a bit and stole a few markers, "Sure! Are we doodling?"