Storybook Eleven; [action]

[redroseprince]

[Ah, Luceti. Just when she's starting to warm up to you again, you manage to throw another curveball at her. Her day begins normally enough, though Brown seemed particularly agitated as she went about her routine of getting dressed. She frowns as she watches her friend circle nervously around her as she ties her hair up into her habitual bun and

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[thestrongestway]

[Hello there, Prudent 1930's Woman. Find yourself suddenly face to face with a 6,9 foot tall man, currently not wearing a shirt, displaying a finely chiseled dancers body... putting on lipstick with the help of a small mirror.

Clearly this is a meeting that cannot go anywhere but in great directions.]

... Oh my good gosh a lady in the room and I'm not even half-way decent!

[redroseprince]

[...This is the best thing ever The lipstick is rather odd, but my god man, you are shirtless. Jennifer lets out a choked sort of sound before covering her face with her hands and blindly stumbling backwards in a desperate attempt to leave.]

I'm so sorry!

[...Unfortunately, walking backwards is pretty tough and Jennifer cannot even see in this state. So after a few panicked steps, she trips over herself and tumbles to the floor with a soft cry.]

[thestrongestway]

[Sublime in it's disastrous wrongness But alas! Before she can fall a pair of strong, manly... sssort of... arms shoot out and catch her in mid-tumble!]

Well I heard I have a face that could knock someone out, but this is the first time it actually happened!

[redroseprince]

[Oh, her hero! Such an gallant act would cause any girl to swoon!

...Unfortunately, Jennifer is unable to reply with her thanks once she falls into his arms because oh god, someone is grabbing her and she can't pull away. Her eyes blink open in shock before focusing on Bon Clay, and then they widen in some odd form of fear and mortification.

She is so petrified.]