☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]

[hollower]

[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.

The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]

Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...

[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.

With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]

Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.

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[justicereigns]

[Somewhere deep under the rigidly enforced geas, Smoker hated this. He hated it a lot. He hated the nearly robotic way his body moved to follow some bizarre command that wasn't even an order. He hated the suit, the bowtie, the perfectly straight hair, and whole butler vibe that the Malnosso experiment had put him under. Oh how he hated it. He hated it more than that time he'd been forced to dance around and sing. He hated it more than both times he had been "married" to someone, but not for real. He hated it more than skim milk, poodles, and almost as much as he hated pirates.]

[He knocked on the door.]

[Not because he wanted to. Oh no. If this was any other day on any other given situation or if he had just an ounce more willpower, he'd be as far away from here as possible.]

[Alas, for the want of a rebellion.]

Miss, I have your hot chocolate and bagel sandwich.

[His teeth were going to crack from this. Crack. At least they let him have his cigars. But he was in a suit playing butler, not much could make this day worse. Not even being kidnapped by pirates. Especially since he's already had so much of that happen it might as well be moot by now.]

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[hollower]

[Perona had, at the very least, gotten to the kitchen by this point, though she was still in her pajamas and slippers. She had been poring through the cupboards and her fridge for something to throw together for brunch when she lifts her head up. Who the hell could that be at the door? As far as she knew, she never disclosed her location to anyone...she tried her best to keep that kind of thing very hush-hush.

So, it's with hesitation that she heads to the door and opens it, unsure just what - or who - to expect.]

[hollower]

[NOT EXPECTING THIS.

NOT EXPECTING THIS.

NOT EXPECTING THIS.]

[hollower]

[HOW DOES SHE EVEN REACT TO THIS Okay, sure let's go with the old favorite.

Perona balks, jumping back with a yelp of shock and nearly tumbling over a piece of furniture. Thankfully, she remains upright, but that's not the real issue here. IS THAT SMOKER?! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING AND JUST...WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON RIGHT NOW??? SERIOUSLY JUST KNDKDL WHCNKLD--]

[hollower]

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[hollower]

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DONE

[hollower]

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Slamming the door in his face. And pressing her body against it after she locks the hell out of that door.]

How did you find me?!

[FUCKING MARINES AND THEIR FUCKING PIRATE RADAR. SHE IS SO DONE WITH ALL OF YOU.]

[justicereigns]

Journal. It activated... whatever the fuck the Malnosso did.

Do you want help with that Ma'am? [He says while sliding down the front of the door with his back to it you know... to help her block it off.]

[hollower]

Eh? What are you talking about?!

[Perona doesn't feel him trying to break the door down, and the wiser part of her knows he could just slip through the cracks of her door or through the keyhole or whatever with his stupid logia powers (cheater). That, and even if she's using all her strength to block off the door, he could easily tear it down if he wanted. Perona's not exactly a body builder here.

Balking again at the ridiculous way he's talking to her - is he mocking her?! - she grinds her teeth together and yanks the door open. No. No, she's not going to stand for this. Even if that twit is a vice admiral now, she's not just going to stand behind her door and be made fun of!]

Bastard! Don't mess around with me! If you have something to say, say it to me directly! [Even if she shut the door on him...]

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[justicereigns]

[OI! DON'T JUST OPEN THE DOOR LIKE THAT!!! HE WAS LEANING ON IT--]

[And now he's sprawled backwards on the floor with his head in her doorway just waiting to get stomped on.]

[Awesome.]

[He hates pirates.]

[And Malnosso.]

[And everything.]

[He glares up at her all the fire in his eyes, but he's not able to express it even through the most strongly gritted teeth.]

Is there a problem with the way I'm speaking to you, Mistress? [Fuck. His. Life. Couldn't they have just, killed him and gotten it over with?]

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[justicereigns]

Perhaps if I am not performing to your satisfaction you could give me more direct orders. [DO YOU SEE THESE EYES PERONA?! THESE ARE THE EYES OF A MAN WHO SAYS THAT IF YOU DARE HE WILL KILL YOU LATER.]

[Video]

[niceguypose]

[Rock Lee sees her there and remembers the ball - how he accidentally offended her. So, he it's time to start truly clearing things up and making amends. And he'll start with-]

ROOOOOOOOCK LEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[-a bombastic declaration of his name.]

[Video] - THIS TAG WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME LAUGH.

[hollower]

[ASDHFJKFR--!! Suddenly there is screaming?! Why is there screaming?! Perona screams herself, jumping up and collapsing off her bed in the process. What the hell was that?! Clutching her chest with one hand, shaking slightly, she clambers back up onto her bed and looks around the room swiftly. Who...wha....wh-where did that come fro--

Oh...her journal. B| Heart still hammering in her chest, Perona bristles.]

IDIOT! DON'T SCREAM OVER THE JOURNALS LIKE THAT - YOU TERRIFIED ME!!

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[niceguypose]

I apologize! However, from this point onward, you will never forget my name! Sometimes, terror is an essential part of youth!

[Video]

[hollower]

[What the fuck is he spewing?] I don't care! Don't frighten me like that ever again! That's no way to treat a lady, you noisy baboon!

[Video]

[niceguypose]

I have no intentions to do so! And I apologize in full. But at least now, we have properly covered introductions. [He bows humbly at the video feed.]

[voice]

[relinquishing]

[It's only the mention of a sewing machine that grabs Guy's attention. Partially because of the machine, yes, but also because it brings a certain someone to mind.

Time to play helper angel to this strange young woman, then.]

You know... I might just know a person that could help you out with some nice clothes. If you're interested, that is.

[voice]

[hollower]

[After the first hollering youth, Perona's not at all surprised more people heard her. Though it is a little troublesome, considering she didn't plan for anyone to hear her. Though this...this seems promising (unlike that other loudmouth idiot). As she lays on her stomach, far too ruffled from earlier to do anything else, Perona kicks her feet back and forth over her head, leaning her cheek on one hand.]

Eeeh? Is that right? My tastes aren't like other peoples'...how can I be sure I'll be satisfied? [She needs some kind of reference material, yo.]

[voice]

[relinquishing]

How about the recommendation of a previous client?

[Kind of against his will, but it sort of counts.]

I'd show you some examples if I had them with me. Back at home, he was a master at designing clothes for other people. I'm not sure if he ever even took my measurements, and yet everything that he ever gave me fit like a glove. He's done work for men and women, both young and old... heh, he even did a couple costumes for a whole group of us as a surprise one day. Everything fit perfectly.

Plus... not gonna lie, but he knows how to flatter a figure. I'm sure he'd love to work with a girl who knows what she wants.

[voice]

[hollower]

[Hm...that all sounds very promising. Perona listens carefully, hanging onto every word. This man seems very skilled, though she wishes she could actually see some of his work to make her decision. Still, there is the fact that she does indeed know what she wants, and Perona's pretty good with letting other people know what she wants and how she wants it, and how soon.]

Very well~! I'll take your word for it that this person is someone I'll want to work with. Horohorohoro, you should hope I'm not sorely disappointed... [Cough, thinly veiled threat, cough.] Is he here? And when can I see him?

[voice]

[relinquishing]

[Oh jesus, women are scary. He still counters with a weak laugh, tying not to lose his stride.]

I'm hoping, don't worry. Anyway, you'll be looking for a man named Peony. Tall, tan, blonde hair, pretty confident. Bit of a charmer, but I think you could handle him.

[And... shoot, shoot, where was Nephry living the last time he was here, think quickly--]

He should be at House One. Might want to check up with him first, though.

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[trashed]

Who cares about what you want to wear today?

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[hollower]

I care. [What a stupid question.] Though I really don't care what you have to say about the matter.

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[trashed]

Then why make a public post? You can't expect everyone to cater to you.

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[hollower]

I didn't make it of my own accord! The blasted book turned on by itself! Had I known it were recording--...I may have asked for people to cater to me in a different way. [She wouldn't have been so forceful, and maybe she might haven been sugary sweet about it. There's always an idiot out there that can fall for the charms of a lovely lady.]

And I don't expect everyone to cater to me...just those who may be willing to do so, horohoro. [The stupid, overly giving and helpful types - her favorite kinds of pack mules and/or servants. ♥]