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

Comments

early october;

[manyone]

[ Beatrice is laughing as she mingles with the crowd along the route of the parade. She's dressed for it as well, a stark black dress, glittering with dark gems that catch the light, while her face is covered by a half-mask in the guise of a death's head. A bottle of something in her hand--wine, probably, she sways along up to Vi with a brilliant smile, wips of blonde hair falling about her face. ]

Oh, this is wonderful. I think this is my favorite month so far!

[faceblocks]

[squints. oh. that's ...the pretty witch she'd gotten bristly about. she's seen her around the sanctuary, but they've never really spoken aside from that ridiculous network misunderstanding. hadn't it been a misunderstanding? probably. she'd been prickly. it shouldn't still bother her. why is it suddenly all she can think about?]

I don't hate it! [she has to raise her voice a little over the music, but this whole thing is a good break from her new hobby of worrying. that seems to have resurfaced now that beatrice has appeared. it's a good costume, and vi can't help but look her over. which she will also later worry about. but right now she will redirect with a compliment, as she gestures to the mask.] That's a sick outfit! I like your mask.

[manyone]

[ Why would you ever be worried about talking to the Witch you offended, Vi? That's just crazy! She would never do anything to you, right? Beatrice laughs as she's complimented, though. Apparently she's easy to placate with a bit of flattery.

Or seems to be. ]

Kihihi! It's a good mask, isn't it? Though I don't know what exactly is 'sick' about a black dress, I'm sure someone somewhere must find it not to their liking...

[faceblocks]

[oh no. where she might normally shrug it off and explain, vi blinks - slight panic rising.]

I meant sick in the good way. I know, I know, sometimes words don't make sense, but it's a compliment, like 'cool' or 'badass'. Sick can be both of those.

I like your outfit.

[is she staring too much? she'll look out at the crowd just in case. can't be awkward if you're not making eye contact, right?]

[manyone]

[ Beatrice laughs. It's almost coquettish in it's energy, though still a little bit of a cackle more than a giggle. She seems entirely pleased by the effect she has on Vi, no matter where it's coming from. ]

I'm so glad you approve, then. Your own is quite striking. Psspsspss.

[ She mimics the noise one makes when trying to attract a cat a little closer and laughs, her expression bright and cheerful. And her cheeks are a little red from the praise, because what kind of girl doesn't like being told she looks good? ]

It suits you.

[faceblocks]

[laughing is good. laughing is---

---she slips a sidelong glance back. that seems like a good laugh.]

Thanks! Heh. It was real hard to make a decision. Too many cool ideas and only one body.

[she laughs - caught between self deprecation and swagger - the psspsspss gets her attention, and for a brief moment the anxiety falls away (maybe it's the cider? maybe it's the shared laughter and the whole of all of this) and she turns, wiggling her shoulders in an approximation of a pre-pounce position, pawing at the air with her free hand.]

Ya think? [the blush suits beatrice, too. the fact she's caused it, even indirectly, is an immediate mood lifter.]

[manyone]

[ It is a good laugh! It's just that all of Beatrice's laughs sound Like That. Sorry, Vi. She laughs again, covering her mouth with her hand in a show of being demure as Vi makes the little motion at her. Beatrice seems immensely pleased with that reaction and her eyes sparkle. ]

I do think, yes. Cats well suit pretty women, I think. And a death's head suits me.

[faceblocks]

[wait, what. did beatrice just call her pretty?]

Well, if that's true, then you should be part cat, too, because you're definitely pretty.

[a side effect of cider: less of a filter than normal, which is a sliding scale of good and bad, but vi has an idea - this pretty woman should also be a cat.]

It does! But let's get you some cat ears to go with it, and then you can be both. [there was a woman handing them out not moments ago - ears and tails - but ears would be a great addition to the death's head mask, no?] Fuck rules. Two things!

[manyone]

[ Absolutely did. ]

Kihihi! You're far too kind, but yes I am quite beautiful~!

[ Beatrice is pleased by the flattery and breaks into more laughter as Vi insists that she should also be a cat. ]

A skull-faced cat? I could try it, but only if you ask, dear kitten!

[faceblocks]

[well, shit. also: confidence is hot.

vi will think on this later and laugh a little, cringe a little and briefly wonder if beatrice cursed her - but in the moment she just meows as best she can - her best impression of visenya, which is fair. it might be a slightly better impression because of the alcohol. in fact she asks twice - the second mrrrow with just enough uptick that it's obviously a question.

she's grinning, and catching sight of the vendor, she gives another wiggle - more pronounced and almost dancelike - before she leaps after the trenchie with a very catlike jump. it could be an early sign of what's coming - it could just be vi being silly.

she cat pantomimes an exchange with the amused woman, who hands over a pair of black ears, laughing, and turns back toward beatrice - if she's followed she may just bump right into her.]

[manyone]

[ Vi's cat impression draws forth giggling cackles from Beatrice and she follows after the woman with a swish of skirts, her smiles broad and plastered on her face in a sense that seems all too suiting for the death's head she's chosen. She watches while the other woman acquires a pair of cat ears--then bends a little as she bumps right into Vi so that she can offer her head for them to placed properly. ]

[faceblocks]

Shit, sorry!

[a nervous laugh at the bump, and she covers it with a little lean - as a cat might do. they bump up against stuff all the time no fucks at all, so she can just be a cat, right? no fucks, no anxiety]

Okay...

[she'll just adjust those ears, undecided between perfect placement and slightly crooked, before settling on the former. the mask, the smile, they're creepy-cool, but what's a bit of danger in a place like trench? the cat ears make it ...cuter, or maybe more predatory, it's hard to say.]

There you go, Death's head with bit of cat? Got that covered.

[cider makes her bold, and she'll give the newly crowned cat a playful boop on the nose.]