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sirenspull_logs2012-02-24 11:03 pm
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Be fruitful and multiply...
Who: Grell Sutcliff and Madam Red
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
When: The afternoon of February 24th
Where: At the ersatz Eric Slingsby's photographic studio
Summary: Pursuant to this conversation, Grell has a modest proposal for his little angel...
Warnings: Butt wombs. Turkey basters. My deepest apologies.
[ It's been entirely too long since Grell has seen Angelina Durless. It's his own fault; he tends to lose track of people. Being exceedingly long-lived can skew one's perceptions. But a little discussion he's recently had with Norio has brought Madam Red - and her particular problem - to the top of his mind.
Thus he has arranged for them to meet. He's given Madam Red the address of his studio; and no other information. ]
Hmmmm, hmmmmm~.
[ He hums tunelessly to himself, idly leafing through his portfolio. ]
no subject
Hunh~?
Oh, no! I did think things through, actually. Look here!
[ From the breast pocket of his jacket he pulls an enormous turkey baster. (It's entirely too enormous to fit in his jacket, but producing ridiculously large things out of thin air is rather Grell's specialty!) ]
no subject
You... [ Ann had been in the process of retrieving her sunglasses. This is temporarily dismissed to give him a good smack against the head.
Only then does she don the shades. ]
I think we're done here.
no subject
[ Grell recoils, holding the side of his head. The turkey baster flies out of his hand. A viscous substance leaks out of the tip. ]
So that's a no, then?
scream
What do you think?!
[ She huffs, shoulders tense, and twists 'round to head for the exit. ]
Good-bye, Grell!
no subject
[ Grell crosses his arms, staring after her glumly. All his hopes, all his plans - bad plans, admittedly - are simultaneously going out the door.... ]
Bye, then.
[ ...and leaking out onto the floor. ]