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odette really wants to ask why the fuck dana had brought her as a guest to this thing. some kind of freaky, fancy people dinner party. though, even they weren't immune to murder, apparently.

she feels out of place here, awkwardly cradling her glass of wine while everyone crowds their way into the library behind her. she'd originally waddled her way in here for a semblance of loneliness ( too many humans, too many touching elbows ) that was now being accosted. all of these folks wanted to solve the case, something odette couldn't care less about, truth be told. she didn't know the guy! he was probably just another well off asshole, anyway.

head lifts to scan the newfound crowd that surrounds her, the remainder of her drink subsequently thrown back in a ploy to take the edge off. spotting plum, however, does alleviate the stress somewhat. seeing someone you knew did that to a person.

odette spends far too long staring at the back of his head, hoping it'd eventually translate into the professor turning around. sometimes you felt retinas burning into your skull, y'know?

settings meme // @plumprofessed

Percy wipes a hand over his face as the man he sources the radiotracer from strolls away. It's a bit of a nasty situation he's gotten himself caught up in, yes, but he does what's necessary to get what he needs so that he can get results on his project.

He jumps a little when he hears a new set of footsteps approaching, straightens up and turns, pushing his glasses back up his nose and fully onto his face.

"hi! hello!" He says, brightly, "what can i help you with... in this... nice back alley!"

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ    he's  NEVER  HERE  .  told  him  to  wait  outside  ,  that  she'd  be  OUT  as  soon  as  shift  was  over  ,  as  if  afraid  she  might  defile  whatever  IMAGE  she's  made  in  his  head  .  it's  easier  to  STOMACH  her  profession  if  he  doesn't  see  it  ,  knows  it  in  her  BONES  .  they're  from  two  different  WORLDS  ,  and  yet  ,  and  YET  ...  he  sits  .  off  to  the  side  ,  awkwardly  ,  as  if  MUSIC  is  too  loud  and  NEON  LIGHTS  are  too  bright  . 

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ     it's  DIFFERENT  this  time  .  agent  knows  it  ;  no  longer  just  some  FLIRTY  wool  she  pulls  over  the  some  NOBODY'S  eyes  ,  found  herself  relishing  in  the  COMPANY  of  pocket  protector  DANA  until  it  consumed  her  .  every  crowd  she  looks  for  his  figure  ;  picks  voice  out  in  LOUD  cacophany  patrons  bring  ,  and  she  knows  ,  she  KNOWS  she's  been  ruined  .  (   it  was  just  supposed  to  be  FUN  .  to  tease  and  relish  in  the  attention  of  someone  who's  never  been  given  the  kind  you  offer  ,  but  found  yourself  at  other  end  of  the  KNIFE  .  )   the  vibrations  of  the  MUSIC  and  cooing  from  CROWD  means  nothing  ,  NOTHING  ,  her  gaze  set  straight  on  the  other  . 

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ     look  at  me  .  pay  attention  to  ME  . 

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ     bounds  off  STAGE  under  neon  lights  as  song  comes  to  GENTLE  close  ,  shooting  glares  and  smacking  off  WANDERING  hands  that  reach  out  to  her  ,  not  even  stopping  when  others  try  to  shove  bills  in  elastic  of  COSTUME  .   beelining  straight  for  the  OTHER  who  sticks  out  like  sore  thumb  in  their  garb  ,  find  agent  out  of  BREATH  and  closing  distance  between  the  two  :  sitting  on  her  LAP  .

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ     warmth  lingers  on  her  cheeks  ,  unsure  if  it's  from  the  stage  lights  or  the  VIGOROUS  set  she  did  ,  or  the  giddiness  and  closeness  she  feels  when  looking  at  the  professor  .  "  i  told  you  to  wait  outside  ,  "   she  says  quietly  ,  just  enough  for  the  other  to  HEAR  ,  but  eyes  trace  her  features  like  artist  sketches  on  pad  ,  over  and  OVER  until  it's  imprinted  on  her  brain  .  (   this  is  so  much  more  INTIMATE  than  playing  ;  something  foreign  that  strikes  fear  and  crawls  up  your  throat  :  demands  to  be  HEARD  .  it's  disgusting  and  chokes  you  ,  swarms  your  vision  and  takes  over  every  sense  you  HAVE  until  you're  flooded  with  nothing  but  thoughts  of  dana  .  )   chest  feels  tight  as  she  wiggles  on  the  other's  lap  ,  breath  shaky  .  tries  desparately  to  catch  the  other's  eyes  ,  hands  going  to  cup  her  face  .  

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ     "  do  you  ...  "   trails  off  awkwardly  ,  a  little  ,  nervous  giggle  :  as  if  they're  two  girls  on  the  playground  giggling  beneath  the  SLIDE  ,  a  secret  place  for  just  the  two  of  them  .  her  breath  lingers  on  the  other's  ,  gap  too  close  ,  too  intimate  for  a  place  like  the  club  .  "  do  you  ...  want  to  kiss  me  ?  "   voice  breaks  ,  as  she  closes  it  out  ,  "  cause  i  really  want  to  kiss  you  .  "

            ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ       and  then  she  connects  her  lips  with  dana's  .

21. what gender identity do you most enjoy playing?

i  think  i  find  it  most  easy  to  play  nb  /  fem  muses  because  it's  what  i  most  align  with  personally  but  i  don't  mind  writing  any  identity  .

settings meme // @plumprofessed

Daniel Cain shouldn't be here.

Really, that's the long and short of it, Daniel Cain shouldn't be here. He was done with all this... This reanimating stuff. So why was he here? Truth be told, he didn't have much of an answer to that. He walks out to the waiting room and is shocked to find someone there. It shows on his face before he can school it into a more neutral expression.

settings meme // @plumprofessed

Now, the thing about this floor is that it's meant to be a quiet floor. Which means Splenda Inivdia should probably never be allowed down here. But, here he is, accompanying the visiting professor and trying to remain as normal as possible. This is no easy feat.

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“Listen, if you’re going to hold me hostage in this conversation, can you at least hold the light steady? I don't want to electrocute myself.”