yes I knew it was no moonshine, it is real

[faceblocks]

Who: vi and various people
What: a catchall for october feat. vileblood anxiety things, animal shenanigans, facepainting things, non-event things. starters will be in the comments. ping me at eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you would like one.
When: throughout the month of october
Where: the rookery kitchen, ursulas, cellar door, willful machine, the outpost, the entertainment feed, other places.

Content Warnings: tba

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[faceblocks]

[does it? well, now she has to inspect it again. fang, who is sick of seeing this dance for what must be the tenth time, offers:]

ᴠɪʟᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ? ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴊᴏʙꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.

[is fang giving vi shit for doing to much or is she trying to help? likely it's both, but she could have said nothing and she ...didn't. you can thank her later, vi.]

It looks really good. I-I like it. You pull it off, you know? Not too scary but it's got a little edge.

[faceblocks]

Of course.

[it comes out almost before he asks - because there's no way she's going to just send him on his way for this. she knows how to break bad news - she'd heard vander do it countless times - that was life in the lanes. firm, but compassionate, sympathetic but ...not too emotional. all of that, she can do.]

They'd probably like it, too. Even if it makes them sad, or angry. They have a place to ...put it.

[their grief, their rage. whatever else they want or need. she's been on the other side of that, that helpless feeling of needing an outlet and having nothing but four walls and no closure.]

I can be the idiot.

[it's not a joke, but she just gives another small shrug. she's made some headway with a few dockside trenchies, but it's hard going - and they've never been kind or welcoming. she's had a trenchie or two spit in her face, fearful, rageful; vengeful. grief? she can handle that.]

Maybe we could leave some ...nets? [the implication being: we're both bad at it, but it's honest.] I could probably draw him, if you want. Maybe just their backs, looking out at the ocean as they make ...better nets.

[faceblocks]

So do I. We. We're practically neighbors.

[not literally, it's a big, busy district. but it sounds better than 'we live in the same district'. can a band be two people? maybe? she's not sure what constitutes a band, but it doesn't matter.]

I've been missing out then. Trying to make up for lost time. If I've gotta do that, this is the place for it. What kind of music?

[that small gulp of cider? could also be nerves. is kainé a vileblood? well, just in case, she adds:]

I can cool my engines though, wait til you get comfortable enough if that's a thing. No pressure, just sounds cool.

[survivalthroughhate]

Perhaps. I'll need to make it a point to walk down some dark alleys.

[Maul's a troll and will take every opportunity he can to mess with people, especially if it keeps his fearsome reputation intact.]

Yes, he's my husband. [Maul says proudly, pleased to brag about their newly formed union even though it has been three months of them being married already.] He will. He's dramatic like me.

[tealeafs]

[ Regardless of Fang's intentions, what the Omen says is helping here. Because there's no way on Earth Chizuru would have been able to put together the signs herself and then conclude as much.

With what Fang says, though, it's unmistakable. Even as Vi continues to talk, it's hard to not see the nerves underlying those words.

So Chizuru smiles, and then moves to grab both of the other's hands, gently holding them in her own. She may even be giving them a reassuring smile as she looks up at Vi's face. ]

It's fine, miss Vi. I know you can't help it right now, but.. um, I still want to reassure you that you have nothing to be worried about here. I'm really glad with how it turned out, and I'm very happy that you were kind enough to help me! I only see good outcomes here.

[strongroots]

[ She won't be the idiot. At least, Robby doesn't think. The idiot is the one who approaches people not knowing what to say, or being unable to say it. To own up to it, what happened, the truth. He doesn't say that now, knowing he's hiding behind her figurative skirts with this, but he'll take that place this one time. Just so he doesn't coward out of it entirely. ]

Some nets could work. [ Maybe her art? He doesn't know, but he wouldn't stop her. Nets though, that's something he can do. Wonders as well-- ] Those crazy crabs still around? The other guy-- I think he had a family. I mean... crab meat doesn't bring a husband back...

[ But it's something, right? He hopes, and he wonders if the limping man had a family too, despite seeming such a loner even amongst peers.

It's a shrug in his voice, an idea. ]

[faceblocks]

Yeah, do that. Get someone to record it if possible. Omens can do that if they're ...not above doing that sort of thing.

[her omen isn't, but she's also more likely to troll vi than a stranger, so. omens are a mixed bag.]

Sweet, congrats on that. Did you get Trench-married? [there have been a few weddings since she arrived - it seems like a bit of a thing.] Yeah, I can't exactly see you with someone ...boring. Or at least without an appreciation for the dramatic, the macabre and all that.

[survivalthroughhate]

I'll see if Venge is up to the task. [Maul's Omen might or might not depending on their peculiar mood at the time.]

Yes. We come from different universes and met in Deerington the first month I was there. He rescued me from a burning building. [A true rescue romance and Maul's eyes shine with tender love as he tells the story.] We dated for a long time there before parting when the town collapsed into dust. We reunited here in Trench and were together for over a year when we got married in July. You'll recognize him immediately if you see him, he's usually wearing a long black coat, armor, and a white skull mask most of the time.

[So definitely just as dramatic as Maul himself.]

[foulhussy]

We're not doing anything together yet. Soon.

[ She's still psyching herself up for it. She's nervous about the crowd, being seen by so many people. ]

She does all kinds of music. I think you'd call it all "rock" though?

[ She's still learning things about the music of Anna's world. There's so much of it. ]