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

[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.]